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

Every step feels like moving through mud. My legs shake, muscles screaming from exhaustion and leftover adrenaline. The mark on my arm still pulses, but it's less like power and more like an open wound.

"We need to stop," Thalia says from somewhere behind me. Her voice sounds as ragged as I feel. "At least long enough to catch our breath."

I want to argue, but when I turn to face her, the world tilts sideways. Jay catches me before I hit the ground, though I can feel him trembling with his own exhaustion. Those magical chains did a number on him… his usual healing is working overtime just to close the worst of the wounds.

"She's right," he murmurs, and I hate how weak his voice sounds. "We've put enough distance between us and Kael's pack. Something was off about how they just... let us go."

That's been nagging at me too. Wolves don't give up a chase easily, especially not when their pride's been wounded. So why...?

Chapter 18: Ancient and Modern