Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1 novel Chapter 65

Elowen POV

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We didn’t even make it to the showers before getting summoned to the Alpha King’s hall.

Still barefoot, half dressed, and smelling like damp forest and moon magic, we were herded into the long stone chamber like we’d just committed a felony instead of… you know, rewriting magical history.

Alpha Draven sat at the head of the room, his arms crossed, and a glass of something stiff in his hand. Luna Aelira perched beside him, graceful and calm, eyes locked on me like I was some prophecy incarnate. (Which… fair.)

And flanking the room were six of the oldest wolves I’d ever seen. The Elders. They weren’t just giving judgmental grandparent vibes. These folks had seen centuries, and right now, they were all looking at me like I’d grown wings, horns, and a second vagina.

“You’re sure the mage and the vampire had never shifted before?” one elder asked slowly, her silver braid coiled like a snake over her

shoulder.

“No,” I said. “Ashrian is a Vampire. Lachlan’s a pure elemental mage. Shifting into a wolf isn’t just rare, it’s not supposed to be possible.”

Another elder with a beard so long it touched his knees muttered, “It’s been written about, long ago… in the Seer’s Codex of the Fifth Age.”

I blinked. “The what now?”

“The Moon Goddess,” another elder cut in, “has rewritten their essence. Your bond is divine. And because of that, it’s overriding natural magical limitations. You’re forming what ancient texts called The Hybrid Circle.”

Daxon raised an eyebrow. “Sounds kinky.”

The elder didn’t flinch. “It means that every mate you bond to may absorb aspects of each other’s magic through you. It is believed the bonded female, you, child, may one day even be able to shift into the forms of your mates. All of them.”

“Like… all?” I asked. “Wolf? Vampire? Mage?”

“Possibly more,” the Luna said softly. “Depending on who else is fated to you.”

Well, fuck me gently with a moonbeam. But it didn’t end there.

“You’ll also be able to power share,” said the elder with the sparkly cane. “Hold hands. Touch. Merge your magic. Multiply it.”

Ash’s jaw ticked. “We can already sense each other’s energy and mind speak and sense emotions.” I nodded. It was a lot.

“Good,” another said. “Then you’re ahead of the curve.”

The room went silent. Heavy. Sacred.

Until Jace, bless his sarcastic little heart, broke it with…“So basically… they’re Power Rangers now? Should we practice holding hands and yelling, ‘UNITE!“?”

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Chapter 65

Taya snorted so hard she nearly choked. Rylen just rubbed his temples. “The pack is gonna explode when they hear this.”

They did.

The second we stepped outside, word had already spread like wildfire on meth. People were whispering, pointing, and gasping like we’d been crowned Moon Royalty. I swear I heard someone say “They birthed the Moon Knights.”

We didn’t even try to stop it.

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