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

I've been staring at this stupid compass for three hours straight, and my eyes are starting to cross.

The needle keeps pointing in the same unwavering direction (southwest) but what exactly am I walking toward?

"Any change?" Jay asks, returning from his perimeter check with leaves in his hair and tension in his shoulders.

"Nope. Still pointing to... somewhere." I sigh, rubbing my temples.

The headache that's been building since we left Bastian's cabin pulses behind my eyes. "This would be a lot easier if the damn thing came with instructions."

The ancient book Bastian gave me sits open on my lap, its pages filled with almost useless symbols and diagrams that only seem to shift when I'm not looking directly at them.

I've been trying to make sense of it all morning, but the more I read, the more questions I have.

Chapter 30: This Betrayal Was Planned Long Before I Even Met Them...