The Hybrid

Chapter 38

Wyatt ran furiously through the dense forest, his massive wolf form crashing through trees like they were mere twigs. His growls reverberated through the night, blending with the sound of snapping branches and the distant howls of his pack. His fur was matted with dirt and sweat, his eyes blazing with rage.

Jayce, a sleek gray wolf sprinted up beside him and mind-linked, “What happened?”

Wyatt snarled in response, his voice dripping with venom. “What happened? Evelyn didn’t kill the Alpha like she was supposed to, and they got away—that’s what happened!”

They reached the rally point, a wide clearing bathed in the pale light of the moon. Evelyn stood in the center, her expression unreadable, brushing bits of wood from her hair—a reminder of the brutal hit Kyra had landed on her. The remnants of her squad loitered nearby, battered and disheveled, while Wyatt’s remaining men filed into the clearing behind him, their growls low and ominous.

Wyatt skidded to a stop, shifting into his human form in one fluid motion. His towering, muscular frame was tense, his fists clenched at his sides. Without hesitation, he stormed toward Evelyn, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her off the ground.

The tension in the clearing was palpable. Both factions immediately bristled at the aggression. Vampires hissed at the werewolves, their fangs bared, while the wolves growled, their ears pinned back in warning.

Evelyn, however, showed no fear. Her red eyes gleamed with cold indifference as she stared down at Wyatt, her body relaxed despite the iron grip around her neck.

Wyatt roared in her face, his voice booming across the clearing. “What the f**k happened?! You had one job! Kill the Alpha! Now they’ve escaped!”

Evelyn’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. Her voice was calm, almost taunting. “Like I said, they retreated before I could get to him. It’s not my fault you can’t handle the hybrid. From the looks of it, she’s too powerful for you.”

Wyatt’s growl deepened, a dangerous sound that made everyone in the clearing tense further. His grip on Evelyn’s throat tightened, but she didn’t flinch.

“She’s getting stronger,” Wyatt spat, his voice filled with frustration. “We need to get to her before the f*****g Alpha realizes the power she wields and claims her for himself!”

Evelyn’s smirk widened, her tone turning mocking. “It sounds like you’re scared, Wyatt. Afraid your precious hybrid might actually have a choice in who she aligns with?”

Wyatt bared his teeth, his eyes burning with fury. “She belongs to me,” he snarled. “She will kneel before me, and I will use her power to build an unstoppable army.”

Jayce stepped forward, his own form shifting into his human shape. His expression was unreadable, but his tone was laced with caution. “Wyatt, if she’s growing stronger, it might be more dangerous than we think to keep pushing her. The Alpha and his pack—”

“—are nothing compared to what I’ll do once I have her power,”

Wyatt’s fiery gaze snapped to Jayce, his jaw tightening as if daring him to finish his sentence. Jayce wisely fell silent, though his furrowed brow suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced by Wyatt’s confidence.

Evelyn’s smirk hadn’t faltered. If anything, it grew wider, her amusement at Wyatt’s desperation evident. “You talk big, but the truth is, you’re floundering. She’s slipping through your fingers, and you know it.”

Wyatt growled low in his throat, his hand still clamped around her neck. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Watch yourself, Evelyn. I can end you right here and now.”

For the first time, a flicker of annoyance crossed Evelyn’s face, but she quickly masked it with her usual air of superiority. “Go ahead,” she taunted. “But without me and my men, you’ll have no chance of catching her. We’re the only ones who can outlast the Alpha’s pack.”

Wyatt hesitated, his rage momentarily checked by the weight of her words. Slowly, he released her throat, and Evelyn landed lightly on her feet, brushing imaginary dust off her collar as though nothing had happened.

“You’ve got one last chance,” Wyatt snarled, pointing a clawed finger at her. “I want Kyra alive and the Alpha dead. No more excuses. If you fail me again, I’ll rip your head off myself—and your precious coven won’t stop me.”

Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with irritation but also a flicker of intrigue. “Fair enough,” she said smoothly, adjusting her coat. She turned to her remaining men and snapped her fingers. “You heard him. Rest up. We’re moving out at dawn.”

The vampires hissed in acknowledgment, their crimson eyes glowing in the moonlight as they dispersed to the edges of the clearing.

Jayce stepped closer to Wyatt, his tone low but pointed. “Are you sure about this? Giving her another chance could backfire.”

Wyatt’s gaze remained fixed on Evelyn as she walked away. “I don’t trust her,” he admitted, his voice a cold growl. “But I’ll use her for as long as she’s useful. The second she stops being an asset, she’s dead.”

Jayce nodded, though unease lingered in his eyes. “And Kyra?”

Wyatt’s expression darkened further, his claws flexing unconsciously. “Kyra will be mine. No matter what it takes.”

He turned sharply, stalking away from the clearing, his mind already spinning with plans to bring his wayward hybrid under his control. Evelyn watched him go from the shadows, her lips curling into a secretive smile.

Under her breath, she murmured, “This is going to be fun.”

Wyatt stopped at the edge of the clearing, his claws flexing in the cool night air. He turned to face his remaining forces, a mix of werewolves, all waiting in tense silence for his orders. His golden eyes burned with fury, and his voice was a growl that carried through the clearing.

“Burn the town to the ground,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Leave nothing behind but ashes and bones. Let them know that hiding from me comes with consequences.”

The werewolves howled in agreement, and in sinister anticipation. They scattered into the trees, heading toward the distant glow of the town that had dared to harbor Kyra and her allies.

Jayce stepped closer to Wyatt, his expression uneasy. “Burning the town? Isn’t that a bit…extreme?”

Wyatt turned on him with a snarl. “You question me, Jayce?”

Jayce quickly shook his head. “No, Alpha. But if we destroy everything, we lose any chance of gathering information about where they’ve gone.”

Wyatt’s lip curled, his claws slicing through the bark of a nearby tree. “They think they can run. They think they can outsmart me. Let them see the cost of defiance.”

Jayce nodded reluctantly and fell silent, knowing better than to push further.

From the shadows, Evelyn leaned against a tree, her arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. “Burning down an entire town just to make a point,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Very subtle, Wyatt. I’m sure it won’t draw any attention from other packs.”

Wyatt shot her a glare that could freeze fire. “You’d do well to remember your place, Evelyn.”

Evelyn smirked, her fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Relax, Wyatt. I’m just here to watch the fireworks. But if you’re going to wage a war, make sure you’ve got the stomach for what comes after.”

Wyatt ignored her, his focus returning to the task at hand. The distant sound of howls and crackling flames reached his ears as his forces set the town ablaze.

Turning back to Jayce, Wyatt growled, “Once the town is gone, have the scouts comb the area for tracks. We’ll find them, and when we do, I’ll make Kyra wish she had come to me willingly.”

Jayce bowed his head. “Yes, Alpha.”

Wyatt’s expression hardened as he watched the fiery glow on the horizon intensify. The screams of the town’s inhabitants began to echo through the forest, blending with the crackle of flames and the triumphant howls of his pack.

For Wyatt, this was only the beginning.