Hyacinth’s POV
So all this time… the real vince is…
"Dead," he said bluntly. "But not entirely gone. Sometimes, I can feel him fighting me, trying to take back control."
As if it was not enough to send thousands of chills down my spine. How can a person like him live? Is this really the potential of hybrid?
The room seemed to tilt around me. "And the pack? They don’t know?"
He shook his head. "They think I’m their savior, their rightful leader. If they knew the truth, they’d turn on me in an instant. They think that Alpha Vince killed a hybrid and burned him to the ground. Pretty heroic, right?"
I took a shaky step back, my mind racing. This man—this boy—had lived through horrors I couldn’t begin to imagine. But he was also the reason I was here, the reason I was torn away from my f
