Masuk“Maddox...” I began, but Maddox cut me off.“Where the hell did you take Elena?! She's not in the dungeon!” Maddox asked in an angry tone. “What the hell did you do to my mate, Logan?!”Maddox yelled at me again and pushed me hard on the shoulder, making me curse internally.“I didn't do anything, Maddox. Calm the hell down.” I yelled back, but he just laughed. He was about to hit me when I intercepted his fist, grabbing it firmly.“How the hell am I supposed to believe you?! You said you'd take my partner back to the dungeon, but she wasn't there!”Maddox yelled again. I let out a deep sigh, struggling to remain calm. I was holding myself back from punching him in the face.“She's fine, Elena's fine,” I said firmly, but he was already blinded by his rage.He pushed me again, this time with all his strength, and my back slammed into the cold wall. I couldn't take it anymore. I was so fucking
“Elena,” I called softly. I didn't know what to do. I had no idea what was happening. I remembered her order not to interfere just as I was about to approach her.“Damn it!” I cursed. Elena's eyes snapped open, and I gasped. The color of her eyes had completely changed; now they were a milky, disturbing white.She repeated one last chant in Latin. At that moment, the icy wind stopped, and at the same time, the candle flames died. Elena collapsed, dropping the cauldron, which hit the floor with a dull clank.I ran toward her. She was unconscious and bleeding. I tried to jump over the line of salt, but my body collided with an invisible, solid barrier. I couldn't reach her.“Elena! Wake up!” I shouted, pounding on the invisible barrier. She didn't move. I couldn't help but growl; Maddox would be furious when he found out about his partner's condition.Almost a minute passed in which I could do nothing but watch her. I sighed
“What happened to those Originals? Why did my mother leave them? Why did she never tell Lincoln and me we had more siblings?” I asked, one question after another.Elena shrugged. “I don't know. That's all I know about the Originals.” Then she changed the focus. “Now it's your turn to be honest, Alpha. What do you want from me?”I took a deep breath. There was no turning back now.“I want you to cast a locator spell on me. That's what I want from you,” I replied.Elena frowned. “A locator spell? You want me to track the specific location of a person or group?”I nodded.If the Crescent Moon pack had become one of the strongest in North America, it was thanks to my mother. She had been my father's driving force, casting location spells that gave us an advantage in battles or against renegade attacks.“Who exactly do you want me to find?” Elena asked, curiosity shining in her eyes, momentarily forgetting her fear.
I was irritated. She had no idea what she was talking about; she sounded genuinely horrified at the mere thought of touching my mother's power.“The Originals? What do you mean by that? How can you claim that my mother is an Original?” I asked, feeling my own curiosity intensify, mixed with a growing sense of disbelief.She sighed deeply, avoiding my eyes. “This is crazy, Logan. I think it's best if you take me back to the dungeon.” She tried to turn away, but I stopped her firmly by grabbing her arm."Stop right there, Elena. We're here because I want to help you. You're my Beta's mate, and Maddox is like a brother to me. Whether you want to accept it or not, we both know you need help, and this is your best option.“Elena looked at me with raised eyebrows. ”You want to help me? Why is that so hard for me to believe? You hate me because I'm a renegade. The fact that I'm your Beta's mate hasn't stopped you from hating me until now."I swa
Logan“Are you a hybrid?”Elena's question cut through the damp, cold air of the basement. I could see the unadulterated shock in her eyes, a mixture of fear and amazement, reflected in the dim light. Her reaction was exactly what I had anticipated the moment I mentioned that my mother was a witch.I leaned against one of the stone columns, crossing my arms over my chest. The dampness of the place smelled of earth and neglect.“I'm not a hybrid, Elena,” I replied, keeping my voice steady and even. “It's a violation of natural law to be both at once, not this way. You can only be a witch, vampire, or werewolf by birth.”She frowned and raised an eyebrow, the usual look of doubt crossing her face. “But I am a hybrid. Right now, I am a witch and a werewolf.”A smile slipped across my lips, an expression of disbelief, not mockery. She is naive if she thinks a simple spell makes her a true hybrid. I still believe that the spell her mother cast on her is flawed, perhaps even dangerous, es
“What? I'm curious to know what you're going to do now that you've found your mate,” I said to Maddox. I looked at Elena curiously.“I don't know. The idea of rejecting Maddox never crossed my mind. I mean, they say that if you reject your mate, it causes them too much pain. I don't want Maddox to suffer,” Elena replied.I could see a proud smile slowly appearing on Maddox's lips. He was delighted with Elena's response.“Good to know,” I said.As time passed, I couldn't help but notice that Elena didn't emit the rancid, stinky smell of other renegades. It was as if she wasn't a renegade at all.“Can you show me your wolf eyes?” I asked, intrigued. Elena looked back at Maddox.“It's okay, show us your wolf eyes, mate,” Maddox said calmly.“That's the problem. I can't show you my wolf eyes,” Elena replied hesitantly, causing him to frown. Maddox shrugged, seemingly as perplexed as I was.“Why not, Elena?” I asked.“It's not that I don't want to. It's just that I can only transform into







