Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1 novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219

Part Two of Hunted Hybrid

Elowen Skye Thorne POV

Days After her Capture

Three months ago, I thought I was just a wolf. I am Elowen Skye Thorne. Bad ass magical bitch extradonaire.

Not normal, exactly. I’ve never been normal. I’m faster, stronger, and more stubborn than anyone in my pack, and my wolf, Lyssira, has

never acted like the others. She’s ancient, enormous, and blindingly white, so dominant she doesn’t submit to anyone. Not even the

Alpha.

But on my 18th birthday, everything shattered.

My foster father left me a journal, one that belonged to my real father, a Beta who died protecting me from hunter raids when I was just a kid. That journal told me everything. That I was not just a werewolf. That my mother was a powerful fae warrior from the Fae Starborn

Court. That I was born of two worlds, hidden from both, and that a spell had been placed on me as an infant to keep my fae side buried.

It didn’t work forever. The truth clawed its way free, first in dreams, then in fire, blood, and battle. I learned that I’m not just rare. I’m

the fated Chosen of the Moon Goddess, The Earth Goddess, and The Star Goddess.

And I’m being hunted.

Not just by The Aegis Protocol, a genocidal alliance of vampire nobles, corrupt witches, and power hungry humans, but by something

older. Darker. A force that’s been bleeding this world dry for centuries.

But I didn’t run. I rose. In three brutal, chaotic months, I found five fated mates, each from a different species:

Daxon, the alpha wolf who both infuriates and completes me

Ashrian, the vampire prince with shadows in his smile

Bram, the bear shifter heir who protects me like breath itself

Lachlan, the elemental mage with magic in his veins and a filthy Scottish mouth

And Vaelrix, the dragon king whose fire matches my fury

Together, we started doing the impossible…..uniting the species.

We rescued the broken. We created alliances. We exposed traitors and burned their lies to ash. We saved children from death camps and

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tore through prison walls like gods of war. I shifted, and not into a wolf, but into a dragon, one born of divine rage and elemental magic.

And still, it wasn’t enough. Because they were waiting. Raelith. The Blood Goddess. She’s real. And she’s been watching me.

When we launched our assault on the Crucible, where fox shifters were being turned into vampires against their will, I led our army through the gates myself. We were winning. My mates were with me, tearing through the enemy line.

Then Raelith descended.

Chains of corrupted magic, soaked in ancient blood and burning with unholy power, erupted from the ground and bound me. Even in dragon form, I couldn’t break free. My magic failed. My skin blistered. I screamed.

My mates tried to save me. They couldn’t. Taya was screaming. My pack was panicking. Alpha Draven made the impossible call, to retreat.

To live. So they could come back and rescue me. I gave him the order, and I meant it.

Because if they stayed, they would’ve died. They left me naked, bleeding, and bound in chains that burned my soul.

Now I kneel in the belly of my enemy’s fortress.

Caged. Tortured. Watched.

Lucien and Vaela mock me. The vampires of the Lock whisper what they plan to do. Raelith speaks in my mind like a blade wrapped in

silk.

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