Chapter 62

Sadie I watch as they stare at me with nothing but shock on their faces. As I mentioned, very few people know about hybrids. We didn't plan on alarming the council, but their increase and the fact that they just attacked a pack means we'll have to clean up. There needs to be awareness about them; we can't deal with them all by ourselves. "Hybrids?" Jason mumbles, his obsidian eyes wide in shock. I roll my eyes. "Did I stutter?" He, along with Alec and Piper, are my least favorite people. I hold a huge grudge against them. I hate their pack, but I hate the three of them even more. Now four, if we include Calvin. When no one says anything, I continue. "The creatures you just described are hybrids—a breed between a werewolf and a vampire." "But that's impossible. Wolves and vampires can't reproduce. It's biologically impossible," Alec interrupts before I could explain everything to them. "I never said anything about them being born. You're right; it's biologically impossible for a werewolf and a vampire to have offspring. So, these hybrids aren't born; they are created by magic—a powerful one at that." I watch them, waiting for the information to sink in. I know how it is; I know how unbelievable it sounds. If I hadn't encountered them myself, I would have a hard time believing it. Hybrids are in the realm of impossibility. "Are you sure?" Jason asks incredulously. Sighing, I stare at the ceiling, praying for the goddess to give me patience when dealing with Jason. "My first encounter with one was when I was running from Alec. She smelled like a werewolf. I had been previously attacked by a vampire, and he almost drained me dry. So, imagine my shock when this she-wolf attacked and used vampire fangs to drink my blood. King had been hunting her when she came across me and threatened to take me back to Alec. Since then, we've been hunting them, but they keep popping up and increasing in number." "And you never thought of letting the council know?" Alec asks through gritted teeth. I glare at him, not liking his accusing tone. "And tell them what exactly? Would they have believed me? We both know how the council works. If you don't have any tangible evidence, then that's it. They won't believe you. It also doesn't help that once they're dead, they revert to their original species." That is something I didn't know until King informed me. I was all for taking one of the dead bodies as evidence to the council, but I didn't know that they revert back to who they were before they were transformed. It's like the magic that tethered their two DNAs only worked when the hybrid was alive. I provide them with all the details we've gathered over the years, including our theory that whoever was behind this is gearing up for war. By the time I'm done, the whole room is dead quiet. No one speaks a word as they try to internalize the information I have just handed to them. It's a lot to take in. I mean, I've known about these hybrids for three years, and I still have a hard time accepting that they actually exist. "Have you found out anything about who is creating them?" Alec asks after a while. "None. The only thing we know is that they are really powerful. That's the only explanation for why they are able to create a whole new species." Minutes later, Alec stands up with something akin to realization. He turns to me. "Do you think that the woman Calvin talked about could be connected to this? He did say that he sensed her powerful aura, so could she be the one changing werewolves and vampires?" I fall back against my chair. Fuck, I hadn't thought about it along those lines. My mind was too all over the place to piece together what he told us. "It's possible," I mumble, my mind working a thousand miles per second. "We will have to interrogate Calvin to get more details about what kind of power he felt around her." The fact that Calvin mentioned her power and aura can't simply be a coincidence. The question is, how am I connected to all of this? The incident three years ago and the hybrids—if this mysterious woman is the one making these hybrids, then there are all the more reasons to find her. Micah stands up and comes to stand before my desk, pulling my attention to him. "We need your help, Sadie," he says, his eyes pleading. I'm confused about why they would need my help. The only thing I can offer them is information, and I've already told them all I need to know. "What are you doing, Micah?" Alec steps beside him, growling. "What you should have done when you first realized that Sadie is your mate," Micah says, before his eyes focus on me. "You heard what happened to our pack. You heard that those who were hurt aren't healing as they are supposed to. We need your help, Sadie. You are the only one that can help.” I did hear what the Elder Gabriel told Alec, and I found it strange when he mentioned them not healing. Sure, a hybrid's bite is disastrous, but as long as it doesn't kill you, then healing starts immediately. Those pack members, even assuming they were bitten, should have already started healing. "I'm not sure how you expectto help you" I tell him. "I don't think my powers include healing." "You can," he insists before turning to Alec. "Tell her, Alec. Tell her the f***g truth, or we will lose those pack members." My eyes shift to Alec, and I see the debate there. He was weighing the pros and cons of tellingwhat it was that Micah was hinting at. I continue staring at him, until realization hits me. This is what Nyx and I talked about. Whatever he is debating on tellingis the reason why he wantedas a mate when we first made that discovery of us being mates, even though he despised me.