Ava's POV
I, Ava, finally pieced together the puzzle of my existence. The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. I have witch powers because I'm the daughter of a powerful witch. My biological mom, a witch, had passed on her abilities to me. It all made sense now - why I'd always looked different from the other werewolves, why I'd experienced those vivid dreams, and why I'd felt an inexplicable connection to the witch kingdom.
I remembered the dreams, full of mythical creatures and ancient magic. I'd always felt like an outsider among my pack, like I didn't quite belong. But now I knew the truth - I was meant to be a bridge between two worlds, a fusion of werewolf and witch.
My mind raced with questions, but one thing was clear: I had a responsibility to embrace my heritage and
