All Chapters of The Hybrid Huntress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jax "My dad's awake," I say after a moment, bringing us back to the reality that's waiting for me. But I still don't let go of her hand. "How is he?" "I haven't checked yet. Your dad went over to see what's going on while I was still sleeping.” She just nods, processing what it might mean and what I'm walking into. "I need to get back there." "I'm coming with you." There's zero hesitation in it, no question mark at the end. She's decided, and we both know that's that. "Yeah," I say. "I knew you would be." We move onto the path still holding on to each other, the snow packed down enough from foot traffic that it doesn't really slow our pace. For a while there's nothing but the soft sound of our boots crunching and the deep quiet of the forest wrapped in white-the kind of silence that only exists in winter, when everything is muffled and still. But I'm absolutely hyperaware of her next to me in a way that's impossible to tune out. It's not just knowing she's there—it's feeling

Raven The conversation doesn’t drag out much longer after that. Once the plan is laid out—moving him to the pack house, keeping someone with him at all times, watching the frequency of the episodes—there isn’t much left to say without repeating it. It won’t change anything right now. My dad is the first to step back from it. “I’ll have people ready at the pack house,” he says, looking between them. “We’ll make the transition easy.” Edward nods. “I appreciate it, Harold.” His mom adds something about timing, about what needs to be packed, and my dad answers her, but it’s quieter now, more like background noise rather than the center of the room. Jax doesn’t say much else. He’s still holding onto me, not as tight as before, but not letting go either. His arm is steady around my waist, his other hand resting loosely over mine now. I shift slightly in his lap, enough to look at him without pulling away. Instead of risking we’ll be overheard, I take advantage of the mind link. ‘A

Raven The walk back to Jax’s house was quiet. It was comfortable. He held my hand the whole way, and I could feel the fear in him about what’s going to happen, start to slowly bleed away. I was glad I could give him that comfort. We had dinner, watched a movie with his parents but his dad went to bed before it was over. The episode from yesterday took more out of him than I think any of us realized. When it was over, his mom said good night and went down the hall to join her mate. I stayed with Jax, just giving him space to breathe and settle his mind. When we finally went upstairs, I grabbed my bag and went in his closet to change, coming back out to find him sitting on his bed with a movie waiting to play. I settled in next to him, laying my head on his shoulder and rubbing small circles on his knee with my finger. He looks over at me, with so much emotion in his eyes. “I’m really glad you’re here.” “Me too.” I say shyly. I drifted off about twenty minutes after the movi

RavenRion steps in again, his movement precise, controlled, and I follow without hesitation, meeting the strike and shifting into the next position the way I’ve been trained to.But something about it doesn’t line up the way it should. It’s not the movement, but the space around it.For a split second, before he commits to the motion, I feel it—the direction, the intent, the exact line he’s about to take—and at the same time, something flickers into place in my vision.It isn’t clear. It isn’t solid. But it’s there. It’s like what happened with Jax. I try not to focus on it, realizing what’s happening. A faint outline, barely visible, like the shape of his movement exists a fraction of a second before he actually makes it, not layered over him, but slightly ahead of where he is, as if I’m seeing where he’s going before he gets there.My body starts to move with it automatically, stepping into the space that hasn’t fully happened yet—but that’s when it shifts.The outline doesn’t hol

Raven (age 17)Two days later, Jax’s dad officially moved into the pack house. Gwen had spent the bulk of her days with him, splitting her time at night between being with him, and being home with Jax. Things with his dad had actually slowed down instead of progressing like everyone expected. For a while, he actually started regaining a little bit of the strength he lost. My hunter training had been progressing incredibly well. After my first full year, Dorian had evaluated me against him while Rion and Alpha Avery observed. Dorian said I had become quite proficient with my swordsman skills. He put me through my paces, pushing my stamina but I managed to finish without any cuts or stabs.The moving obstacles was a challenge, but I was allowed to choose my weapon for that and I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel partial to a set of throwing stars. When I had started target practice after a few months, they quickly became my go-to choice.The hand to hand combat portion of my evalu