Bloodline (Completed)

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My name is Regina Tso, and I am a skinwalker. A skinwalker is a creature mainly found in Native American folklore that is a cross between a shapeshifter and a witch. For the most part, I do spiritual magick and also shapeshift.

I can become another human or an animal, but unfortunately, I cannot be anything other than that.

I am a Navajo, and I have been hunted my whole life because I am a skinwalker. People hate my kind, and they think I'm evil,  but I'm really not. I'm not a wendigo, which are much, much worse. Wendigo are cannibals and everyone knows it. It's what defines them, but anyways, I'm saying I'm not that.

Things for us skinwalkers hasn't been easy as of late. My grandmother is sick, and she might be dying. And on top of that, my uncle and cousin defected from the family. They don't talk to us anymore.

So now things are awkward as hell, and I hate it. But I am getting used to the way things are now.

I am standing among my friends, listening to them talking. There is one other skinwalker in here, and that is Henry. He stands there, looking out the window to his left.

We are having a group meeting for the community of skinwalkers in this area. The day wears on, going by impossibly slow, and I look at the sky, watching the birds circling high overhead.

The sound of someone saying my name makes me look up at my father.

Jon Tso stands tall, his white hair styled in a buzz cut and his warm, brown eyes on me, his blue shirt is tucked into his khaki pants. He smirks.

"Ah, a daydreamer, I see."

"Sorry, Dad," I say.

He nods. "I was asking you what you thought of the whole issue of leadership of this Clan."

There is an issue with leadership? Has something happened to Grandma?

"Well, who are you thinking of taking over till she gets better? I'm sorry, but, like you said, I was daydreaming."

He chuckles. "I was kinda wondering if you could."

I'm floored by that. Me? Why me? Surely, I can't be the logical answer.

He smiles. "Well, judging by the look on your face, I would guess you would prefer to have me be the leader in your stead for now?"

"Yes, I would prefer that."

He nods. "Very well, so now I guess we vote. How many of you would like me to take place as the temporary leader of this Clan?"

It's a unanimous decision. Now, my father is leader of the Clan, not me. Yay.

We head outside of the fire hall (my dad is a fireman and we had the meeting in the fire hall) and into the parking lot. I walk over to where Henry stands beside his aunt  and I give him an awkward little wave.

"So are you going to the party tonight?" I ask.

"Yep," he says. "Are you?"

I nod. "See you there."

He smiles and nods, and then I head over to where my dad waits by the car.

"Ready to go home and get ready for your party later?" he asks.

"Yep," I say. "Lets head home."