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

"You want me to do what?" I stare at Thalia like she's just suggested we go skydiving without parachutes. Which, honestly, might be safer than what she's actually proposing.

"Enter the spirit realm," she repeats, laying out strange-looking herbs and crystals in a circle around me. "Consciously this time, not just through visions."

After barely escaping the Archive with our lives (and I'm still not sure about Thalia who mysteriously survived and kept redirecting whenever she's asked 'how she survived'), we've holed up in what looks like an abandoned church. The stained glass windows are mostly broken, but the few intact pieces cast weird, shifting shadows across the floor.

"And you're sure this won't, oh, I don't know... Make my already bad situation worse?" I watch as she sprinkles something that smells like burning metal around my feet.

Chapter 11: The space between many worlds