I shook my head, ignoring my wolf’s words. There was no way that he could even begin to understand what I was going through. Wolves only exist because of witches, but witches are hated because they robbed us of part of our humanity. Before, wolves didn’t know we were different from humans. We knew that we had magic, but since at that time we didn’t transform, and just had heightened senses, we didn’t consider ourselves separate. We didn’t even know about the Moon Goddess.
However, witches were resentful that humans accepted wolves, and rejected them. To be accused of being a witch, or part witch, had further isolated me from the Pack. It was like I was an illness. While that had mostly tapered out then, it still has affected me a lot as a child. No one treated Blake like that.
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