Chapter 27
The hunt for the second hybrid began at midnight. We moved like ghosts through the underbelly of Ravenwood City — Ryker leading on his black beast of a bike, me pressed tight against his back, the four rogue Alphas flanking us in perfect formation. The curse thrummed steadily between us now, shared and anchored, no longer wild but dangerously intimate. The second hybrid was the one that carried Ryker’s rage. We tracked it to an abandoned warehouse district near the docks, where the air smelled of salt, rust, and blood. The moment we dismounted, I felt it — a dark mirror of Ryker’s presence, twisted with stolen pieces of my power. It emerged from the shadows like a nightmare made flesh. Taller than Ryker, heavily muscled, with glowing golden eyes and scars that mirrored his. But its mo
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