WitchWolf - When two worlds collide

sure I had a good upbringing. She taught me everything I should know. I did not know my parents; they died 21 years ago. Today they were adding my mom's pentacles to my pendant.

where I grew up. It is a ridiculously small town, but it was enough for me. Well, it was the only place I knew, to be honest. So, here is the spin to my story, I am a witch. But I was not just any witch, I was a hybrid; half-witch half-werewolf, the first of my kind, making me not-so-popular around town. People were friendly, but I knew they did not know what to think of me. They did not really want to find out what or who I really was, and that was horrible. So, I did not really have any friends; it was just me, Demetria, and Althea the pack healer. Althea was Demetria's friend, who helped me with my training and understanding my powers. I felt more 'witchy' than 'wolfy'. Maybe it was because I barely shifted to let my wolf run free. I could not even remember the last time I went to the pack. Demetria said it was important to stay connected to both halves of me and be around my kind, but it was hard when they always appeared to be afraid. Maybe if I could just go somewhere else where people did not know what I was, it would make it easier. Anyway, the pack