Logan
“Are you a hybrid?”
Elena's question cut through the damp, cold air of the basement. I could see the unadulterated shock in her eyes, a mixture of fear and amazement, reflected in the dim light.
Her reaction was exactly what I had anticipated the moment I mentioned that my mother was a witch.
I leaned against one of the stone columns, crossing my arms over my chest. The dampness of the place smelled of earth and neglect.
“I'm not a hybrid, Elena,” I replied, keeping my voice steady and even. “It's a violation of natural law to be both at once, not this way. You can only be a witch, vampire, or werewolf by birth.”
She frowned and raised an eyebrow, the usual look of doubt crossing her face. “But I am a hybrid. Right now, I am a witch and a werewolf.”
A smile slipped across my l
