Bright world

The new leader

Kirstin's pov

I took the path that had only two letters. I had to think about it for a while. I knew that power had its costs and nothing was another way of saying death. That's where my logic lied.

I walked through that path for what seemed like hours until I reached a light that I stepped through.

Ayana's pov

Slowly, Kirstin began to wake, groggy.  Everyone felt a mix of emotions, joy and relief being the most common ones.

"Kirstin you're OK, " another werewolf said, his name was Oliver and he was leader of the pack that Kirstin belonged to.

"Umm yeah? Why would I not be." She was really arrogant towards him and I didn't like it.

I noticed something at her back
A pair of black stubs were slowly growing on her back.

"Kirstin look!" I pointed them out "your wings are coming back!"

"Yeah I know. Big deal. Not like I'm an angel or anything, right?"

"Actually," Francis interrupted "an angel is any being that has feathered wings and can fly."

"I have a theory," Mercy thought "try creating some sort of barrier Kirstin. Please."

"Ugh... fine" She groaned and pointer her arms at the door. Sure enough a transparent barrier appeared.

"We don't have the stuff for you to create a potion. However we can say that there is a part of each non-human in you."

I thought for a moment. I knew that Ayana was born and angel, turned to a werewolf and a warlock put into her into her own body. However, I had never heard of her being affected by a witch.

"Hold on." I said "witches are immune to transformation potions. Someone throw one at her."

A witch to my left threw a potion but nothing happened. Kirstin relaxed and walked out of the building with the jacket that hid my wings on.

And I chased after her.

In a world of demons.

Alone.