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'm standing at the edge of the Bloodfang territory, my boots sinking into mud that's cold enough to numb my toes.

The trees here are all gnarled and silent, like they're judging me for being stupid enough to walk into a wolf den alone.

But here I am, magic fizzing under my skin like a shaken soda can, trying to convince myself this isn't the worst idea I've ever had (and trust me I have had many).

Jay's somewhere behind me, far enough that Kael's scouts won't sniff him out but close enough to hear if I scream.

Not that screaming's part of the plan.

I take a deep breath that tastes like pine and rot and start moving. My magic's on standby, a warm hum in my chest. When the first patrol rounds the corner; a pair of werewolves with eyes like smoldering coals.

I let my magic ripple out just enough to make them see… nothing. Just empty air where I'm not standing.

Chapter 38: If They're Lying, They'll Die…