Chapter 75. Acceptance of the Hybrid

Celeste’s POV

“Am I a hybrid?” Eryndor’s voice trembled as he looked at me, eyes wide with fear. I honestly wanted to deny it—wanted to tell him that all of this was just my imagination—but the evidence was mounting too high. Every piece fit together too neatly to ignore.

I thought back to his fight with Ronir and the others. How had he managed to hold off both Nora and Nyra working in tandem? How had he survived that critical strike I’d landed? And then there was his decade of brutal training under his master—ten years of hellish drills and punishment—yet he possessed this strange gift of shutting out pain altogether on occasion. His effortless victory over that human he faced alone, his survival against multiple Alphas attacking him simultaneously, the way he bested a faux Lycan despite never having encountered an actual one… It was uncanny.

He’d even withstood Lucen’s telekinetic onslaught and, in perfect synchrony with Nora, launched a combined attack po