The Gathering Storm

"She offered us a choice when we were on the verge of dying: cling to life even if our bodies changed, or embrace death and find eternal rest. I-I was too scared." 

She lowered her head, remembering the cold freezing her limbs and stiffening her eyelids.

When she thought her life would end and darkness encroached on her thoughts like a ravenous beast ready to swallow her in a gulp, she heard Hecate' gentle voice. 

She shook her head, sealing those memories in a deep corner of her mind and stopping her shivers. Then, she continued before the silence could become awkward.

"Even if I survived, I also died that day. The werewolves are like us: the two sides of the same coin. We're living dead, creatures that weren't meant to exist. Poor souls too scared of the netherworld and its creatures."

She paused, biting her lips and clenching her fists as determination sparkled in her eyes.

"Individuals who fought against fate and natural order."