IFOM

They called me an abomination. 

A wolf in sheep's clothing.... A witch gone mad.... But the truth was far more complicated.

 I was both, and something more. 

My blood, a potent mixture of witch and werewolf, surged through my veins, a power that terrified and enticed them all. 

Now, caught between two factions will never let each other have peace, I must choose: succumb to being hunted by both Witches and werewolves, or fight for a future where witches and werewolves can coexist because that's the only way I can get what I want; which is to have a world where anyone else like me don't have to always look over their shoulders.

I must achieve that goal, even if it means sacrificing everything, including myself.

Silver And Shadow: Twisted Fate

The world snapped back into focus with a gut-wrenching lurch as we finally landed somewhere dark and unfamiliar.

I collapsed to my knees, trying not to throw up as the remnants of Thalia's teleportation spell faded away. The cold forest air was gone, replaced by something...different. Stale. Like walking into a room that hadn't been opened in years.

"Take it easy," Jay's hand steadied me, his voice tight with concern.

"That spell is normally rough." Thalia muttered as she straightened herself.

Rough was an understatement. My head was spinning, and all my insides felt like it was doing somersaults. I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to get my bearings.

We were in some kind of underground chamber. Stone walls stretched up into darkness, covered in glowing symbols that pulsed with a faint blue light. The air vibrates with energy, not just Thalia's magic, but something deeper.

Chapter 8: And so it begins...