Chapter 63: The Fall Of Elena Reinhardt and The Birth of the Dark Hunter

The Dark Hunter watched her, unblinking.

Elena's breath was ragged, her body still trembling from the weight of the illusion.

She could feel the darkness pressing in.

Trying to consume her.

Trying to become her.

But she refused.

She had already rejected it.

So why—why wasn't it gone?

Then—

The Dark Hunter smirked.

And in the next instant—

They changed.

Elena's body froze.

Because the figure in front of her—

Was no longer her.

It was Dexter.

But not the brother she knew now.

It was the younger version.

The boy who had stood in front of their parents' burning bodies, staring at her with wide, betrayed eyes.

His hands shook, clenched into fists at his sides.

And then—

He spoke.

"Why did you do it, Elena?"

Elena's throat closed up.

Her fingers dug into her palms.

"I—I didn't—"

"You did."

Dexter's voice was low, but sharp.