The WereWitch Hybrid

The WereWitch Hybrid

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Alayna was born from a witch mother and a werewolf father. Her father was cast out by the pack after finding his mate. They lived in a cabin in the woods her whole life until Alayna and her younger sister, Margo, decided to move into the closest town. The town of Trail City was overrun by Vampires by the time the sun set every evening. Their parents had strongly disagreed on the town but knew Alayna and Margo were perfectly capable of handling themselves. She was told by her wolf, Carmella, the day would come when she had to choose between her wolf side and her witch side. The day was creeping up faster than Alayna would like. By her 22nd birthday, if she did not complete the ritual to claim one or the other, the decision would be up to the moon Goddess. Alayna gave every ounce of thought into this decision, her mind rarely wondered from it. Her wolf Carmella had been there since day one, her best friend, her caretaker and soul mate, like they were made for each other. She was just as important to Alayna as her sister was, they were family. How could Alayna willingly rip Carmella out for her own selfishness? Carmella's soul was intertwined with her own, if she completed the ritual, it would be like losing half of herself. Alayna wondered how it could possibly be so easy for her sister to choose to embrace her witch and cast out her wolf before she had to make that decision. Carmella resented Margo for that fact but Alayna knew how hard of a decision it must've been for her so she never questioned it. It was never brought up, Alayna assumed it would've been a sore subject. Alayna's parents' love story was so abnormal for either species and was brought up any and every chance her mother could speak of it. Alayna wanted a love so strong it swept her off of her feet, but knew that if she went looking for it, it would never find her. So she kept along her own path and tried not to think of it much. Carefully waiting without getting her hopes up too much.
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