The Hybrid

Chapter 30

Wyatt thundered through the dense forest, his massive dark gray wolf tearing up the underbrush with each powerful stride. Beside him, Jayce’s brown wolf darted through the trees with slightly less force but equal precision. Behind them, their most trusted warriors followed, their growls and heavy footfalls blending into a predatory symphony.

“Do you think we lost the Bloodstone guards?” Jayce’s voice echoed through Wyatt’s mind, tense but eager.

“For now,” Wyatt replied curtly through the mind link. “The real question is: where the hell did the bloodsuckers disappear to?”

As if summoned by the question, Evelyn emerged from the shadows ahead, her lean, elegant form stepping out from behind a gnarled tree. Her smirk was as sharp as the knives strapped to her thigh.

“Well done,” she purred, her voice low and mocking. “I was beginning to think you’d led them straight to us.”

Wyatt’s wolf growled softly but didn’t respond. Jayce bristled beside him, his amber eyes locked on Evelyn’s slender figure.

Evelyn ignored the hostility. She gestured toward the southeast, her sharp eyes glinting in the moonlight. “There’s a blind spot along the southeast wall. The guards in the towers there can’t see it, and there’s a crack in the stone wide enough for wolves to squeeze through. That’s your way in.”

Wyatt shifted to his human form, his massive frame dwarfing Evelyn’s, though her confidence never faltered. Jayce followed suit, his feral grin stretched wide as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“What’s the plan?” Wyatt asked, his voice low and edged with impatience.

Evelyn c****d her head, brushing a strand of jet-black hair over her shoulder. “A simple distraction. My people will create chaos at the main gate. The pack will divert all their forces there, leaving your entry point unguarded. While the Bloodstones are busy defending their precious gates, you and your wolves will slip in through the crack and strike from behind.”

Wyatt’s lips curled into a sinister grin. “Efficient.”

Jayce chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with bloodlust. “And once we’re inside?”

Evelyn returned the grin but didn’t answer, her eyes scanning Wyatt with calculated precision. Before she could speak, Wyatt stepped closer, his tone dropping into an obsessive, menacing growl.

“No one touches Kyra.”

Evelyn’s smirk deepened. “As long as none of your dogs touch the Alpha,” she countered, her tone dripping with equal possessiveness.

A tense silence passed between them before Wyatt nodded in agreement. It wasn’t trust—just a temporary understanding between two predators.

Without another word, Wyatt shifted back into his wolf form, his dark gray fur rippling under the moonlight. Jayce followed suit, his brown wolf falling in line beside him.

As they prepared to part ways with the vampires, Jayce’s voice sounded in Wyatt’s mind. “You think we can trust them?”

Wyatt’s response came without hesitation, laced with venom. “No. That’s why, as soon as we have Kyra, we’ll slaughter them all.”

Jayce’s growl was filled with sadistic pleasure. “Now you’re talking.”

They turned their attention to the task ahead, their minds set on the infiltration and the chaos to come. Wyatt’s obsession burned hotter than ever, fueling his every step as he prepared to claim what he believed was his by destiny.

Evelyn lingered in the shadows, her sharp eyes following Wyatt and his pack as they vanished into the trees. The faint sound of paws against the forest floor faded into silence, leaving only the whisper of the night breeze and the rustling of leaves. A figure emerged from the darkness behind her—a tall, muscular vampire with stark white hair and angular facial features that made him look like a marble statue brought to life. His crimson eyes gleamed in the moonlight, cold and calculating.

“What’s the plan?” he asked, his voice deep and tinged with impatience.

Evelyn didn’t turn immediately, letting her mischievous smile grow wider. She tilted her head slightly, her black hair cascading over her shoulder as she spoke with cool confidence.

“We let them believe we’re allies,” she purred, her tone rich with amusement. “Wyatt thinks he’s using us. Foolish dog.”

The vampire folded his arms, his expression unchanging but his eyes narrowing. “And when the time comes?”

Evelyn finally turned to face him, her grin revealing sharp fangs. “We kill them. All of them.” She stepped closer, her black boots silent on the forest floor, her voice lowering to a whisper. “And we take the hybrid.”

The vampire arched a single white eyebrow. “You’re sure about this? The Bloodstone Alpha is no weakling. And if what Wyatt says about the hybrid is true, she won’t be easy prey either.”

Evelyn’s eyes flashed with excitement, her predatory instincts ignited by the challenge. “Of course I’m sure. Wyatt’s arrogance blinds him to the truth—he’s nothing more than a pawn. He thinks his obsession will lead him to power, but he’s doing all the work for us.” She laughed softly, the sound like the tinkling of broken glass.

The vampire considered her words, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “And when the hybrid is ours? What then?”

Evelyn’s smile darkened, her voice dripping with ambition. “With her under our control, the werewolves will fall. The Bloodstones, the rebel packs, even the Elders—they’ll all bow to me. We’ll forge a new empire, and I’ll be its queen.”

The vampire inclined his head slightly, a gesture of both respect and recognition of her cunning. “Very well. But if Wyatt suspects—”

“He won’t,” Evelyn interrupted sharply, her tone suddenly cold. “He’s too blinded by his desire for the hybrid. He won’t see the blade coming until it’s buried in his back.”

The vampire nodded, his expression unreadable. “And the distraction at the gate?”

Evelyn waved a hand dismissively. “It’ll serve its purpose. The Bloodstones will be too focused on defending their precious territory to notice what’s happening under their noses.”

She turned her gaze back to the trees where Wyatt had disappeared, her smile returning as she whispered to herself, “Let the dogs play their little games. In the end, the prize will be mine.”

With that, Evelyn gestured for the vampire to follow her, disappearing into the shadows once more to prepare for the betrayal that would change everything.

Wyatt and Jayce trudged back to their hideout, an old, weather-beaten cabin tucked deep into the forest, a few hundred miles from Bloodstone’s main gate. The place reeked of damp wood and decay, its walls barely holding together against the elements. The moonlight leaked through the cracks in the roof, casting eerie patterns on the dirt-streaked floor. Wyatt strode inside, they put on their clothes that were folded neatly in a chest. His dark eyes gleaming with a sinister glint as he rolled a small vial between his fingers. The liquid inside shimmered faintly, its color shifting between deep crimson and violet.

Jayce, meanwhile, slumped into a creaky chair by the broken table, shoveling cold chicken into his mouth with reckless abandon. He tore off a chunk of meat, chewed loudly, and asked, “So, is that the s**t that’ll make Kyra wanna f**k you?”

Wyatt stopped pacing and shot him a withering glare. “More or less,” he replied, his voice laced with irritation. He held the vial up, letting the light catch it. “It’s not about that. The potion will create a bond strong enough to make her willingly submit. Once she accepts me, I can claim her and take what I need—her power. Everything else is secondary.”

Jayce snorted, tossing the stripped chicken bone to the floor and grinding it under his boot with a sickening crack. He stood, wiping his greasy hands on his jeans. “And what if the vampires decide to screw us over before we get the chance to screw them?”

Wyatt’s jaw tightened, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. He clenched the vial tightly, the muscles in his forearm flexing. “Then I kill them before they even think about betraying me.”

Jayce smirked, clearly entertained by the thought of bloodshed. “Fair enough. But I wouldn’t trust Evelyn as far as I can throw her. She’s too smart for her own good.”

Wyatt paced to the other side of the room, his boots crunching against the dirt and debris that littered the floor. “I don’t trust her,” he admitted, his voice sharp. “But she’s useful. For now. She knows the Bloodstone pack’s weaknesses, and she’ll get us through that wall. Once we have Kyra, she’s expendable.”

Jayce leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “Alright, but what about the rest of the plan? You know… after we’re inside.”

Wyatt’s eyes darkened as he turned to face Jayce. “We stick to the strategy. The distraction at the main gate will draw most of their forces. Evelyn’s little secret entrance will get us behind their defenses. Once inside, we take Kyra. Quickly. No games, no mistakes.” He stepped closer, his voice lowering into a menacing growl. “You and the others will hold off anyone who tries to stop us. I’ll handle Kyra myself.”

Jayce raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his expression. “And if she doesn’t willingly go with you? What then?”

Wyatt’s lips curled into a twisted smile. “She will. One way or another.”

Jayce nodded, a glint of savage approval in his eyes. “And the Bloodstone Alpha? Ryder?”

Wyatt’s smile faded, replaced by a look of cold determination. “He’s mine. I’ll tear his throat out myself if he tries to stand in my way.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the tension thick enough to choke on. Wyatt slipped the vial into his pocket, his expression unreadable as he glanced toward the moonlit window. “We move when the celebration begins. Let them laugh, sing, and dance while they can. Their time is running out.”

Jayce chuckled darkly, the sound echoing in the desolate cabin. “I’ll rally the others. Let’s make this a night they’ll never forget.”

Wyatt didn’t respond, his mind already racing with the possibilities. This was it—the moment he’d been waiting for. Soon, Kyra would be his, and with her power, nothing would stand in his way. Not Ryder. Not the vampires. Not even the Elders.

And if anyone tried to stop him? They wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.