May the chariot of the moon carry your love across the heavens –
I may never understand the weight of those words, but maybe one day I will. Maybe one day my life wont consist of immense hostility, rejection and violence simply for being a hybrid. To think, the implications of my parents love affair resulted in something so heinous and beautiful at the same time just to end in tragedy. Just to leave me questioning every reason as to why I am on this earth? I'm not a human, I'm not a werewolf. I love the idea of love, but I don't even know if the Goddess herself even considered me whole enough to give me a mate. Will someone every look at me with adorning eyes? Or will I be subject to a harsh reality of rejection and loneliness?