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 swims back into focus like I'm emerging from murky water; sounds first, muffled and distant, then sharp pain in my throat, and finally my vision clearing to reveal Jay's worried face hovering over mine.

"Olivia! Can you hear me?" His voice cracks with panic, his hands cradling my head.

I jolt upright, gasping as memories flood back - Ephraim's fingers crushing my windpipe, the sanctuary under attack, Evelyn appearing from nowhere. The sudden movement sends sparks of pain shooting through my skull, but I push through it, scanning our surroundings.

"Where is he?" I rasp, my voice barely recognizable.

"Still here," comes a voice that makes my blood run cold.

I turn to see Ephraim standing twenty feet away, looking considerably worse for wear than when I last saw him. His immaculate coat is torn and singed at the edges, a thin line of red tracing from his temple down his cheek.

Chapter 22 : Run While You Can, Mr Witch-Hunter