GRACE P. O. V I released my grip on Sophia's neck and turned towards the glass. My left eye was gray, and the right was brown. I felt uncomfortable with my unfamiliar figure, which felt unfamiliar. Immediately, I changed my figure to what it used to be: blonde hair, unblemished skin, and brown eyes. “It seems like your fairy power is of the healing type,” Sophia said as she held my arm. She stood beside me and looked at my reflection in the glass. My eyes widened as I watched my blood slowly being sucked back inside. The large wound from the battle with the vampire's power was slowly healing itself. I couldn't believe this fact. In fact, there were no scars left on my white skin. My parents never told me that I was born with mixed blood. All this time, I thought I was a pure werewolf because there were no signs that I had mixed blood. My mom and dad also acted normal; they never showed any signs of being hybrids. That was in my vision. Somehow, behind my back, maybe they deliberat
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