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Hunted Hybrid – Aegis War Saga 1
Chapter 148
Draven stood, slow and composed. “What did she say?”
I looked around the table. Looked at all of them, my warriors, my mates, my generals. “That I’ll break,” I said quietly. “That I’ll rise, And that I’ll burn the rot from this world.”
No one spoke. No one dared. Then I stepped closer, palms on the table, my eyes locked on the glowing projection of the portal. “She told me I’d need all my strength to face Vaela and Soria.”
Rylen winced. “We’re ready.”
“They’re already camped out,” Daxon said. “They think they’re ambushing you.”
“But we’ve flipped it,” Ashrian added. “They’ll never see us coming.”
I scanned the plan. Every step. Every strike. “Three fronts,” I murmured. “Bait. Disruption. Execution.”
Bram grunted in agreement. “You approve?”
I raised my head and stared him down with all the fury of the divine behind my eyes. “I approve.”
Then I turned to my mates, Ashrian, Daxon, Bram, Lachlan.
“Gear up. We leave tonight.”
No one hesitated. They filed out behind me, wordless but ready. The weight of war in every step.
Private Chambers
Moments Later
Back in our quarters, everything was moving fast.
Weapons were pulled from sacred chests. Leathers reinforced with silver runes. Ash laid out enchanted daggers. Bram strapped on war gauntlets. Daxon coated his blades with venom from a snake fang. Lachlan muttered spells over his shoulder like they were prayers with bite.
I stood in front of the mirror and stared at the silver star beneath my eye. It wasn’t just a mark. It was a promise. They may break me…but I will rise always. And I was bringing the night sky with me.
Later that night
The sun had dipped behind the mountains, casting long golden shadows across the cobblestone courtyard. The air was still. Heavy. Like the realm itself was holding its breath.
Around me, the war party was assembling.
The mages and Amaris, Taya, and a full circle of cloaked spellcasters, were kneeling in formation around the stone portal pads, whispering
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Incantations in a blend of Old Fae and arcane. Their voices fose and fell like music and thunder, their hands glowing with violet fire as runes began to etch themselves into the ground.
Flanking them were warriors, wolf and bear, sword and claw, enchanted blade and blood forged grit. The best we had. The ones who’d follow me into death and laugh in the face of gods. Each portal ring began to hum. Three in total.
One for the bait illusion team. One for the east flank wolves. One for the west flank bears.The scent of steel and magic filled the air.
Amaris’s voice echoed overhead, projected magically. “Shielding up. Magical defenses active. Three minutes to activation.”
My heart thudded. Behind me, I felt each of them. My mates. My pack. My fated monsters. They came to me one by one.
Daxon stepped up first, his leathers tight, his blades sheathed and lined with elemental enchantments. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a glowing green vial.
“For when shit gets ugly,” he said; handing it to me. “Healing blend. Tigerroot, moonflower ash, and a little dragon’s breath. Tastes like actual hell.”
I smirked and took it. “Perfect.”
Then he leaned in, his voice low and only for me. “If I see Lucien, I’m not waiting for your word. I’m ending him.”
I didn’t stop him. I just gripped his arm. “Do it.”
Ashrian came next, sharp and brooding, already cloaked in shadows. He handed me two throwing knives, black and curved, etched with blood magic. “I kissed you once under a dying star,” he murmured. “Let me kiss you again under a rising one.”
I pulled him in and kissed him hard, right there in front of the whole damn courtyard. “Come back to me.”
His smirk was wicked, but I saw the fire in his eyes. “Always.”
Bram approached silently, carrying a massive war axe on his back and wearing stone armor traced with glowing silver bear runes. He handed me a leather wrapped bundle.
“Fur from my tribe’s first sacred bear,” he said. “Tie it to your belt. For strength. For ancestors. For home.” I tied it immediately. “Thank you.” He nodded, leaned down, and pressed his forehead to mine.“No matter what happens… we finish this together.”
“Always,” I whispered.
Lachlan stepped up last, already wrapped in layers of protective enchantments, his eyes glowing faintly from casting. He took my hands in his, his brogue thick and warm and reverent.
“Mo ghrá, I can feel the stars in yer skin.”
“They’re burning,” I whispered.
“Then let them guide ye,” he said pressing a small rune into my palm. “This’ll shield yer mind from illusions. The Blood Goddess is cunning. Don’t let her twist yer memories.”
I clenched the charm in my hand. “She won’t. Not this time.”
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He kissed my temple. “We stand behind ye. Always.”
The others followed suit, Rylen activated his shield bracers, Jace handed out elemental grenades, Alaric and Lachlan cast resistance wards over every warrior. Taya and Amaris distributed last minute potions, pouring one down a coughing soldier’s throat and slapping him back
to life.
My chest ached. But I stood tall. The star beneath my eye pulsed once, steady. A reminder, I looked out over the assembled forces, then turned to the glowing portals as they surged to life in a ring of light and color.
“Let’s show them what power looks like.”
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