The Hybrid

Chapter 50

Wyatt’s pacing quickened as he shot an irritated glance at Jayce, who was contentedly stuffing his face with roasted chicken and potatoes at the grand dining table. Evelyn reclined in her chair, her red lips curling into a smirk as she watched Wyatt’s mounting frustration.

“Keep pacing like that,” she said lazily, “and you’re going to dig a hole straight through the floor.”

Wyatt whirled around, his amber eyes blazing. “What’s taking so long?” he snapped. “They should’ve been back by now!”

Evelyn’s smirk widened as she shrugged nonchalantly. “Could be anything. Snow, wolves, a bear… Maybe they stopped for tea,” she quipped, clearly enjoying needling him.

Before Wyatt could retort, the heavy door creaked open, and a group of Evelyn’s scouts entered, their clothes dusted with snow. Wyatt froze mid-step and turned to face them, his expression a mix of fury and anticipation.

“Well?” he barked. “What did you find?”

The lead scout bowed slightly before speaking. “They’re holed up in an old human ski resort, north of Quebec. But… the Elders are there. They reached Kyra first.”

Wyatt’s fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms. “The damn Elders,” he muttered under his breath, pacing again, his frustration evident. “Always meddling.”

Evelyn’s expression darkened for a brief moment before she turned her attention to Wyatt. “Well,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “that certainly puts a dent in your grand plan.”

Wyatt growled, the sound low and menacing, vibrating in the room. “The hell it does,” he said with venom. “We’ll take them out. Every last one of them. Then we take her.”

Evelyn arched a perfectly groomed brow, studying him. “Bold move, Wyatt. I assume you’re prepared for the casualties? Taking on the Elders won’t be a walk in the park.”

Wyatt locked eyes with her, his gaze resolute. “I don’t care about casualties. I’ll kill anyone who stands between me and Kyra.”

Evelyn sighed dramatically, brushing her crimson nails against her dress. “Very well,” she said, her lips curling into a sly grin. “We move at dawn. But don’t say I didn’t warn you if this turns into a bloodbath.”

Wyatt smirked coldly. “It already is.”

Jayce, wiping grease from his face, finally spoke up. “Great. Does that mean we’re done sitting around?” He grabbed another chicken leg and stood. “I’m ready for some action.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes. “Try not to trip over your own feet, Jayce.”

The room fell into a tense silence as Wyatt stopped pacing, staring out the frosted window into the night. His breath fogged the glass as he muttered to himself.

“Soon, Kyra. Soon.”

Evelyn gracefully unfolded a large map of the surrounding area, spreading it across the table in the dining hall. Her sharp eyes scanned the terrain, her manicured finger tracing a route through the winding roads and dense forests. “If we wait, we’ll have the advantage,” she said coolly, her tone calm and calculated. “Striking them at just the right moment—when their guard is lowered—will make the operation smoother. Less risk, less attention.”

Wyatt slammed his fist onto the table, rattling the plates and silverware as Jayce jumped, nearly dropping the drumstick he was gnawing on. Evelyn leaned back in her chair, watching Wyatt with an amused smirk as he towered over the large map spread out before them.

“I’m not waiting any longer,” Wyatt growled, jabbing his finger at a marked route on the map. “We hit them here, on this stretch of road. We take out the lead car, ram the middle one, and kill every last guard standing. Then we grab Kyra and get out. Quick. Clean. Done.”

Jayce whistled low, eyeing the map. “That’s not exactly subtle, boss.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yes, Wyatt, because a massive, bloody ambush is the perfect way to snatch Kyra without attracting the Elders’ wrath—or half the supernatural world’s attention.”

Wyatt growled, his hands braced against the table. “I don’t care how many of them die, Evelyn. They’re taking what’s mine, and I’ll rip through every last one of them to get her back.”

Evelyn rose from her seat slowly, her smirk fading into a cold, calculating expression. “You’re thinking with your fists, not your head. If you go in like that, you’ll get Kyra killed—or worse, caught again. And this time, they’ll make sure she disappears for good.”

Wyatt glared at her but didn’t interrupt as Evelyn leaned over the table, tracing a finger along the convoy’s planned route.

“They’ll be traveling through a narrow, wooded pass here,” she said, her voice smooth and confident. “It’s isolated, no civilians, no witnesses. We’ll create a diversion to stop them—fallen trees, a blocked path, something they can’t easily maneuver around.”

Jayce leaned closer, intrigued. “And then what?”

Evelyn tapped the rear car on the map. “Jayce, you and the others will focus on this vehicle. Disable it, but don’t kill anyone unless absolutely necessary. The Elders are already on edge. We don’t need to leave a trail of bodies leading back to us.”

Jayce raised an eyebrow, muttering, “Sounds like less fun, but sure.”

Evelyn ignored him and continued. “The moment the rear car is neutralized, their lead vehicle will double back to assist. That’s when Wyatt and I will take the middle car—the one carrying Kyra. Quick and clean, no unnecessary attention.”

Wyatt scoffed, crossing his arms. “And what happens when they send reinforcements? You think they’ll just let us stroll away with her?”

Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with dangerous confidence. “By the time reinforcements arrive, we’ll be long gone. We’ll strike fast and vanish before anyone can regroup.”

Wyatt’s jaw clenched, his frustration evident. “Too many moving parts. Too much room for error.”

“It’s better than painting a target on our backs with your ‘kill everyone’ approach,” Evelyn snapped, her tone sharp. “We can’t afford to make this messier than it already is. If you want Kyra alive and unscathed, you’ll follow my lead.”

The two locked eyes, the tension between them thick. Jayce, still chewing, muttered under his breath, “Mom and Dad are fighting again.”

Wyatt growled low, but Evelyn didn’t flinch. Finally, he tore his gaze away and nodded curtly. “Fine. But if your plan fails, we’re doing things my way.”

Evelyn’s smirk returned. “It won’t fail.”

Wyatt turned to Jayce, his voice sharp. “Get your team ready. We move before dawn.”

Jayce gave a lazy salute, his grin wide. “On it, boss.”

Jayce mind-link his team with the plan then nodded to Wyatt.

As Evelyn stood over the map, mentally rehearsing every step of the plan, one of her guards entered the dining hall quietly, his expression tense. He approached her cautiously, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Dorian has escaped.”

Evelyn’s smirk vanished, replaced by a look of cold disappointment. She let out a slow, controlled breath, her fingers tightening on the edge of the table.

“Of course he did,” she muttered, her tone sharp but restrained. Straightening, she turned her icy gaze to the guard. “Spread the word. I want him found and brought back—alive.”

The guard nodded and quickly left the room to carry out her orders.

Jayce raised an eyebrow, a piece of bread halfway to his mouth. “Dorian, huh? Didn’t think he had it in him.”

Evelyn’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the door the guard had just exited. “Don’t underestimate him, Jayce. Dorian isn’t one to mess with. He’s smarter than he looks and stronger, too. Every move he makes is calculated, planned out before he sets it in motion. If he’s gone, it means he’s already three steps ahead.”

Jayce snorted, though unease flickered in his eyes. “Sounds like he’s more trouble than he’s worth.”

Wyatt, who had been leaning against the far wall, sneered. “Let him run. He’s just one weak link. If he crosses us, I’ll deal with him myself.”

Evelyn shot him a sharp, warning glance. “No. You don’t deal with Dorian by brute force. That’s exactly how he’ll take you apart, piece by piece. I’ll handle him. Focus on the plan, Wyatt. We don’t have time for distractions.”

Wyatt grunted but didn’t argue, his gaze shifting back to the map. Evelyn returned her focus there as well, though the frustration of Dorian’s escape lingered in her eyes.

“Move fast,” she muttered to herself, her voice just above a whisper. “Because if I find you first, Dorian, you’ll wish you stayed put.”