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

Of Course all that misguided magic reaction was a false alarm of some sort but it was enough to convince Ephraim and Nova to retreat and regroup.

And gave us a bit of breathing space which Thalia intended to use to the fullest to make sure I understand all that I can about my powers and how to control them efficiently to the best of her knowledge.

"Focus on your breathing," Thalia says for what feels like the millionth time. "Magic flows like water. You can't force it."

Easy for her to say. She's not the one sitting cross-legged on damp grass at dawn, trying to light a freaking candle without burning down the entire forest. Again.

I take another deep breath, attempting to channel my energy the way she taught me. The magic stirs inside me; a restless, wild thing that feels more like a tornado than the "gentle stream" Thalia keeps talking about.

Chapter 9: A Shadow lurking in the shadows