"Mom, seriously what other way?" Freya demanded following her mother. Getting no response, she grabbed her arm twisting it slightly without much needed force "...tell me, mother!" "Freya?" Her mother called holding her twisted arm and looked into her eyes which glowed green not the expected golden yellow. The witches were closer than expected and already getting their hold on her "What is happening to you?" Freya slowly let her arm go taking a step back "I don't know, I just lost myself for a second. I dint mean to hurt you..." She looked at her arm then her and her eyes had their original color, hazel "...did I hurt you?" "No, Love, you did not"
Freya nodded looking away as she felt her heart rate increase. The scent she doesn't want, hit her nostrils over and over and a voice that had been suppressed for years knocked yearned to be embraced then be the true monster she was meant to be all along "Kill them all!" She heard the whisper, shook her head a little bit then cleared her throat
"Okay there, little one?" Dimitri asked as he and the elders walked out of the hut all of them having agreed to work together by talking down the witches well all except Elder Mabel who still believes killing them all is the solution. She was raised to believe eliminating the threat is the answer. All wolves were, they just wanted to give Freya a chance
"Am okay, dad. I need a minute. Get all the wolves, so we can prepare" He nodded agreeing to her idea as she went away wandering why she would gather all wolves. "There is no suppressing the darkness, Freya!" She heard the voices again whimpering in response "No!" She covered her ears looking around, she saw no one but her family quite at a distance. She breathed in deeply to calm herself and suddenly it all stopped
"You cannot suppress the darkness when you are the darkness, Freya" "You are doing this to me? Because I rejected you?" Freya cried out "Am not doing anything, they are! They want control. They want you!" She scoffed bitterly fisted her hands looking him in the eye and he felt his throat getting tight with no way to breathe
"You are right, Matt! I am the darkness all I have to do is embrace it! It is amazing really. I quite like it! Does killing you suffice..." she tightened her grip choking him even more "...or those witches? Instead of killing the wolves, how about I kill the witches because am not, signing away my humanity to dead people who think they will dictate my future. Am not giving them that and neither should you" She let him go and he coughed breathing in deeply. Sighing, she walked closer to him rubbed his back "You just were going to kill me and now you are helping me?" He mumbled breathing un-evenly "You are my mate, Matt. An idiot but still my mate. Help me stop the witches. They only want to control and power. We can be better than them. Just choose right..." She locked her eyes with his "...choose me?"
"Now this is fascinating. He cannot choose someone who rejected him for a different kind of species. Can you, my boy?" Ayana mocked pouting looking at their future priestess who gave back a deathly glare "I am Ayana, the high priestess of the witches. They are so close and eager to meet you, Freya, their future high priestess" Ayana actually smiled looking down at her but Freya scoffed her face showing disgust upon hearing her words "I'd rather die along with the wolves than be some priestess!"
Ayana just chuckled looking towards the wolves "You gathered them around, good. It will be easier to kill them all then prepare you for the ritual using their blood, don't you think so?" "You won't touch them. You have to go through me first and we both know am stronger than you or any coven you bring. Am a hybrid and you are just but a common witch!" "Ha-ha listen to the fire coming out of you. It is amazing what a wonderful creation you are. It beats me why I never thought of it!"
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Cursed
ParanormalA witch and a werewolf. To the park, that is a curse. She would be a monster! They would reject her and she would do nothing more than not backing down without a fight. She will be the monster they fear. She will be ruthless. She will be the greates...