1 When History Is Changed

History has always had a way of changing as each new generation comes to be. That is the case with my Coven, The Fengari. I am Isabella Celia and I am known as the Cursed One. We are a strong Coven and have an even stronger bond with our towns wolf pack, The Lykos. What set our clans apart from others is that we all prayed to the same God's. Not the Moon Goddess like you would expect. We pray to the Greek God's and Goddesses. Odd for a wolf pack and a witch coven, but that is how it was. We have no other alliances, which doesn't really matter. We are left alone. Well...we were until the wolf pack decided we needed to expand. Let me rewind for a sec, as I said I am Isabella Celia. I was born with Auburn hair, snow white skin and silver eyes. Why is this important? According to our history, this makes me the reincarnation of the Witch who nearly destroyed both clans many many many years ago. Thus being called the Cursed One. As such I am banned from using magic and am a maid for both clan houses. What neither side knows is that our ancestors visited me in a dream. I am not the reincarnation of the one that nearly destroyed us...but the reincarnation of The Savior. This was last night...they waited 21 years to tell me this and to warn me that the real Cursed One is among us but of course they don't know who. Luckily I have secretly been friends with the soon to be Alpha...here is hoping be believes me.