Inner battle with evil.
The night was dark and quiet, the only sound being the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. Alisha lay in her bed, her body still and peaceful, but her mind was anything but. Her powers, a potent mix of her Sumerian witch heritage and her white wolf lineage, were going haywire, just as they had on her last birthday when she had first come into power. The evil power she had inherited from her mother was threatening to take over, a dark force that she was struggling to keep at bay. Her dreams since leaving the cabin and killing her mother were haunting her, a constant reminder of the terrible deed she had done. The guilt, the sorrow, the fear - it was all too much for her. She was on the brink, her emotions a whirlwind of chaos that threatened to consume her. Suddenly, she bolted upright
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