Chapter 109: Hybrid

“Who would have thought a little half breed would be able to achieve in so little time what we have been working toward for centuries?” The Great Mother laments as she stares into the dancing fire. The fire dances in her eyes as she speaks. “I feel my line’s power within you, tainted by the stench of wolf.”

I feel Theia’s anger building in the pit of my stomach. I work to suppress my anger rising up my throat like bile.

“Such stupid creatures. Ruled entirely by emotion and brute strength.” The Great Mother continues. “Hopefully your witch half is enough to give you some sense, although Rhea is your mother.”

I shift uncomfortably in my chair. My fingers curl into the smooth leather, well worn and discolored from the centuries of use. I school a cool and detached mask on my face. I have my own list of complaints about my mother, I have no space in my heart to be bothered with hers.

“Wolves are fickle creatures. So easily swayed by lust, rage, and jealousy. Perhaps it is their short