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

Marks on my arm still pulses with each heartbeat, an unwanted reminder of my time in the spirit realm. Though it's the least of my worries right now.

What matters is the map spread across a table that's barely standing, marking the territory of the BloodfanPack...where they might be keeping Jay.

"You're not thinking clearly," Thalia says, her fingers tracing the boundary lines. "Your magic control might have improved, but your magic itself is still unstable after what happened in the spirit realm. If we rush in…"

"If we don't rush in, they could kill him." My voice comes out harder than intended, and the lights flicker in response.

Just what I need… more proof that my powers are about as stable as a chemistry experiment led by a 3 year old.

Chapter 16 : A Bit Of What I Am Capable Of…