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I watch as they stare at me with nothing but shock on their faces. Like I said, very few people know about hybrids. We didn’t plan on alarming the council, but their increase and the fact that they just attacked a pack means we’ll have to come clean. There needs to be awareness about them. We can’t deal with them all by ourselves.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Hybrids?” Jason mumbles, his obsidian eyes wide in shock.

I roll my eyes, “Did I stutter?”

He along with Alec and Piper, are my least favorite people. I hold a huge grudge against them. I hate their pack, but I hate the three more. Now four, if we could include Calvin.

When no one says anything, I continue. “The creatures you just described are hybrids. A breed between a werewolf and vampire.”

“But that’s impossible. Wolves and vampires can’t reproduce. It’s biologically impossible,” Alec buts in, interrupting me before I could explain everything to them.

“I never said anything about them being born. You’re right, it’s biologically impossible for a werewolf and vampire to have kids, so these hybrids aren’t born, they are created by magic. A powerful one at that.”

I watch them and wait for the information to sink in. I know how it is. I know how unbelievable it is. If I hadn’t

encountered them, then I would have a hard time believing it. Hybrids are in the realm of impossibility.

“Are you sure?” Jason asks incredulously.

Sighing, I stare at the ceiling, praying for the goddess to give me patience when dealing with Jason.

“My first encounter with one was when I was running from Alec. She smelled like a werewolf. I’d bend previously attacked by a vampire, and he almost drained me dry, so imagine my shock when this she-wolf attacked me and used vampire fangs to drink my blood, King had been hunting her when she came across me and threatened to take me back to Alec. Since then, we’ve been hunting them, but they keep popping up and increasing in number.”

“And you never thought of letting the council know?” Alec asks through gritted teeth.

I glare at him, not liking his accusing tone.

“And tell them what exactly? Would they have believed me? We both know how the council works. If you don’t have any tangible evidence, then that’s it. They won’t believe you. It also doesn’t help that once they’re dead they revert to their original species.”

That is something I didn’t know until King told me. I was all for taking one of the dead bodies as evidence to the

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council, but I didn’t know that they revert back to who they were before they were transformed. It’s like the that tethered the two DNAS only worked when the hybrid was alive.

power

I give them all the details we’ve gathered over the years, including our theory that whoever was behind this was gearing up for war.

By the time I’m done, the whole room is f**g quiet. No one speaks a word, as they try to internalize the information I have just handed to them.

It’s a lot to take in. I mean I’ve known about these hybrids for three years and I still have a hard time accepting that they actually do exist.

“Have you found out anything about who is creating them?” Alec asks after a while.

“None. The only thing we know is that they are really powerful. That’s the only explanation of why they are able to create a whole new species.”

Minutes later, Alec stands up with something akin to realization. He turns to me “Do you think that the woman Calvin talked about could be connected to this? He did say that he sensed her powerful aura, so could she be the one changing werewolves and vampires?”

I fall back against my chair. F**k, I haven’t thought about it along those lines. My mind was too over the place to piece up what he told us.

“It’s possible” I mumble, my mind working a thousand miles per second. “We will have to interrogate Calvin to get more details about what kind of power he felt around her.”

The fact that Calvin mentioned her power and aura can’t simply be a coincidence. Question is, how am I connected to everything? The incident three years ago, and the hybrids. If this mysterious woman is the one making these hybrids, then all the more reasons to find her.

Micah stands up and comes to stand before my desk, pulling my attention to him.

“We need you help, Sadie.” He says, his eyes pleading.

I’m confused on why they would need my help. The only thing I can help them with is information, and I’ve already

told them all I need to know.

“What are you doing, Micah?” Alec steps beside him, growling.

“What you should have done when you first realized that Sadie is your mate” Micah says, before his eyes focus on me. “You heard what happened to our pack. You heard that those who were hurt aren’t healing as they are supposed to. We need your help, Sadie. You are the only one that can help.”

I did hear what the Elder Gabriel told Alec, and I found it strange when he mentioned them not healing. Sure, a

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hybrid’s bite is disastrous, but as long as it doesn’t kill you, then healing starts immediately. Those pack members, even assuming they were bitten, should have already started healing.

“I’m not sure how you expect me to help you” I tell him. “I don’t think my powers include healing.”

“You can,” he insists before turning to Alec. “Tell her, Alec. Tell her the f***g truth, or we will lose those pack

members.”

My eyes shift to Alec, and I see the debate there. He was weighing the pros and cons of telling me what it was that Micah was hinting at.

I continue staring at him, until realization hits me. This is what Nyx and I talked about. Whatever he is debating on telling me is the reason why he wanted me as a mate when we first made that discovery of us being mates, even

though he despised me.

I see the moment he makes his decision. His eyes become guarded, and he releases a sigh of frustration.

“My pack is under a curse” he begins, surprising me to the core. “We’ve been under it for years, a century to be

exact.”

Staring at him, I search for any clue that he was joking, but he wasn’t. Alec never f**ks around when it comes to his

pack.

“Go on” I push, encouraging him to continue.

He tells me everything, including what was said about his mate being the key to breaking the curse. Hearing him speak, I start to understand why he was so p**d at me when he thought I’d betrayed him. He thought I’d cost him his pack’s salvation.

That’s not an excuse for what he did to me, but some part of me understand where he was coming from.

When he is done, I stand up and move to the window. Staring outside but seeing nothing.

“What should we do, Nyx?” I ask.

I was confused. This is the same pack that turned its back on me. Am I supposed to just forget all that they did and help them? But then again, there are innocent children.

Choices, choices, choices. Hard to make them, but they are a part of life.

“Help them” Nyx says in a soft voice.

F**k. I knew she would say that. If it weren’t for the kids, I would have let that whole pack burn to ashes, but I simply can’t.

“Say something,” Alec says, an almost pleading edge to his voice.

I turn and face him, ignoring the pull of the mate bond. “I’ll help you one condition.”

His brows furrow as he asks, “What condition?”

This was my chance to get what I want.

“Once this is over, you’ll accept my rejection.”