Rise of the Lycan Hybrid

See you Soon

(Jordan POV)

Raiden escorted me back to the Shadow Guild tower. Though he had to return to his own place, he insisted on walking me up to the courtyard where our protections began.

We made the entire journey in silence, as if by unspoken agreement we could only communicate about Kyran and the Moon Stone.

We were halfway across the courtyard when the air in front of me shimmered.

“Do you see that?” I asked.

“See what?”

A moment later, the Watcher stood in front of me. He wore the same dark, simple clothes that he’d worn previously, and an unholy fire burned in his eyes. I lunged backward, my heart shooting into my throat. Raidon grabbed me by the shoulders, supporting me from behind.

“What is it?”

Holy fates, Raidon couldn’t see him.

“You,”

I breathed, reaching frantically for a tiny potion bomb on my wrist cuff.

“You’re not really here.”

“No, but I’m with you,” said the Watcher.

“Always.”

The words sent a shiver down my spine.

“What do you want from me?”

“Checking your progress. The answers are waiting for you, but you must keep going.”

“Just tell them to me, damn it. You must know them.”

“Even I do not know them all. You must make the discovery. If you don’t unravel the lies about your past, about yourself, and about your mother, then you will shatter inside.”

Shatter inside. I already felt like I was. The vagueness of his words enraged me. Unable to stop myself, I hurled a fireball at him.

It flew through the air, shooting straight through his ghostly form and exploding on the ground behind him. He disappeared, leaving no trace, and I gasped and collapsed against Raiden.

Pain tore through my middle, a feeling like my magic was trying to part ways with my body. Cold rushed over me, followed by terrible heat.

Raidon swept me into his arms, concern on his face.

“Are you all right?”

“Fine.” I bit out the word, hating that he was seeing me like this. Hating the display of weakness. “You can put me down.”

“I really can’t. You look pale as a ghost.” “I saw one.”

I shoved at his chest, and he scowled.

“Raidon, put me down.”

He did as I asked, clearly not liking it. When my feet hit the ground, I staggered. He reached out and gripped my arm with a gentle hand, and I leaned against him.

“I’ll be fine.”

I reached into my pocket and withdrew one of the pain potions.

“Just a little weak after seeing the Watcher.”

“You saw him? That’s who you were talking to?”

His gaze went alert, every muscle stiffening. I saw the wolf behind the green of his eyes, protectiveness rising inside him. I nodded as I uncorked the potion and tossed it back. Pure relief shot through me, and I sagged against him, grateful.

“That’s better.”

He wrapped an arm around me, keeping me upright. I knew it was a bad idea to lean into him, but I couldn’t help myself. He was just so warm and strong, and it felt so right.

After a moment, I steadied myself and told him exactly what I’d seen. When I was done speaking, he nodded.

“Right, let’s get you inside, and I’ll go learn what I can about this Isle of Pyre. Then we’ll head up there.”

“Thank you.”

He escorted me into the tower. No one was in the main room when we entered, but I could hear someone upstairs.

“Jordan?” Alex shouted.

“Down here!” I turned back to Raidon.

“You can go. I’ll see you soon.”

“Be safe.” I nodded.

He turned and strode across the courtyard. I watched him leave, unable to look away.