I cannot help what I am...please...do not fear or hate it.
I did not ask the stars to bring into this realm another crossbreed, and I did not ask the night to find her way into my soul.
Which side I would extinguish, could I but have the chance? The half-breed, with the lycan's hunger and rage and the vampyre's bloodlust and deceptiveness? The silent felines, stalking and observing the world from their lofty perches and silent gangways? The wolf, filled with anguish and pain and sorrow, a beast forever trapped in it's hunters' skin, howling out it's soul upon the chilling night wind?
Would I choose the mortals path? To be human, to know nothing of the Forsaken, nothing of the Dancers, nothing of the Singers and Howlers and Walkers and Shifters? To be which breed? Owing loyalty to which Clan, to which Tribe?
I did not ask to be torn. I did not ask to be shunned. I did not ask to be the forsaken among the Forsaken. I did not ask for this lonely path. I did not ask...
I did not ask.
