Chapter 24. A Witch Hybrid?

A ray of sunlight pierced between his twitching eyelids. The law of nature woke him up, and the nearing footsteps occupied his senses as soon as he regained consciousness. Though he remained lying still on a bed made of haystack and woven wool, Dylan’s attention was on high alert.

His alertness subsided upon realizing he was in his pack, the Blood Claws Pack.

‘What happened? The last thing I remembered… damn it, I don’t remember anything!’ Dylan lashed out at the back of his mind. His knuckles were white from his clenched fists as his jaws clenched upon thinking that the rogues had stabbed him in the back right after he implemented the plan.

‘But why am I still here? Why am I still alive despite my plan failing miserably? I bet that Seymor is looking for me elsewhere.’ Dylan sniffed, inhaling the aroma of both seduction and innocence. Amid the onslaught of pheromones, a stray thought overlapped with the darkness – a silhouette.

A faceless image that reminded him of