WitchWolf - When two worlds collide

It was my twenty-first birthday. Hello 21. I wish my mom and dad were here. I had a wonderful childhood; the best a kid could have. Demetria was the woman who raised me and made 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. It is part of our culture, you could say. Demetria gave me a rose gold chain with a flat rose gold pendant when I was younger. On the front, it has a moon and three small stones.

A purple amethyst, which represents the healing crystal of the body, mind, and spirit. The second stone is an aquamarine, the light blue gemstone used for calming, soothing, and cleansing. The third is a labradorite, the stone of the night. It has a rainbow-like quality that makes it an excellent crystal for use in magical workings at night. On the back of my pendant, there were two stars in memory of my parents. Three stones were added to my pendant today. The first was an emerald, which stirs the soul; symbolising renewal, growth, hope, and the future. It promotes contentment and loyalty, and protects you from unfaithfulness. The second stone was a sapphire; a symbol of power, strength, kindness, and wise judgement. The last stone was a garnet, a rich burgundy-red colour that is named the 'stone of commitment'. It is a stone of devotion, honour, love, and passion. It increases one's sexual appetite and sensuality and helps you live according to your heart's desires. Well, that pentacle sure had me wondering. We were celebrating my birthday in Dudley town 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 was not far from Dudley town, it was in the forest close by. It was called the Dark Entry Forest . . . Weird, I know. I was in the Silver Wolf Pack, apparently named after all the alphas with white fur that shines silver in the moonlight. My dad was one of them, I have been told, and so am I. Long, silky fur covered my wolf's body and I had icy-blue eyes. I was beautiful. If only I let her out more; the feeling of running like nothing can get to you, wind in your fur, dirt on your paws, no rules, no worries; just you and the run. It was the best feeling in the world. If only I had someone to run with. After cake and tea, and finally getting my upgraded pendant back, Demetria and I stopped at the Dark Entry Forest to visit Althea. She had phoned Althea earlier and asked if we could come by. She wanted to give me a present and needed Demetria's help with a spell or something. I was happy to see Althea, but I was uncomfortable. It would be the first time we went to the pack house, and I would be surrounded by the glaring eyes of wolves I had never seen before.