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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 never seen any of these areas on map. Branches reach out like gnarled fingers, snagging my clothes and hair as if trying to hold me back. Maybe they're warning me.

I keep my eyes on Jay's back as he leads the way, cutting through undergrowth with his claws (partial arm transformation).

His shoulders are rigid with tension, head constantly turning as if to catch something. He's been growing more agitated with each passing hour.

"You okay?" I call ahead, ducking under a low-hanging branch.

He doesn't answer immediately, which is becoming a pattern. "Fine," he finally says, but the word sounds hollow.

The compass in my hand still points stubbornly southwest, but I'm starting to hate the damn thing.

Chapter 31: Hidden Agendas: This Betrayal Was Planned Long Before I Even Met The...