It had first started when father died. Witch hunting was dying out, but it still existed, and one of the victims of the terrible practice had been my mother. Our neighbors were planning on killing all of our family at first, they were only going to kill mother, but then a story arose that our ancestors used to turn into terrible beasts. Huh... I guess they where true....
Mother had contacted an uncle... actually he was a family friend, but he was close enough to an uncle to our family. The plan was to have Rosa and I move to America and start a new life. I begged mother to come with us, but she said she wouldn't make the trip. The plan was then settled. The ship was leaving after sun down. I was supposed to sneak on with my uncle when they where loading the ship, and Rosa was supposed to come later disguised as a boy... She never came.
I was distraught. I couldn't leave my sister to the villagers, but my uncle couldn't let me get off. I fought with him, which ended up landing me under the deck. I wept, thinking I'd never see Rosa ever again... I wept because I had failed my father's request to keep mother and Rosa safe....
I listened to the story quietly, envisioning him on his journey. He was so brave to continue going through his life. Even when uncle died, and he had learned that he was all alone in the world. I did interrupt him occasionally to give him directions, but it was pretty easy. We were about half way home thanks to the speed of this car.
"So, tell me more about our ancestors." I asked. "I've always have been curious about them and the shape shifting. Did you know we have a pack of wolves in Washington who are shape shifters?"
Stefan looked at me curiously. "No I did not... That's quite interesting. Can they only shift into wolves?" he asked. I nodded and he continued. "The definitely have shape shifting blood then... but they must be pretty distant from the first line of shape shifters. Otherwise they would be like us, able to change into anything. Our ancestors where of the first family of shape shifters. Our great great great something Grandfather apparently made a deal with a black witch. But he ended up breaking the deal, and the witch cursed everyone with his blood. She made it so he would turn into a beast whenever he was angry, he would have no control, and he would have to deal with the consequences of accidentally killing those around him.
"One day, when he had exiled himself into the woods, he met up with a she wolf. The wolf wasn't pure wolf. She was bigger and stronger. But at the end of the full moon she was human again. Soon, our Grandfather fell in love with this other human who shared his curse of the beast... But she was not like he was. She was a Child of the Moon."
I stared at Stefan with wondering eyes. I never knew exactly that I was not full human before I was changed. Wow... I was basically a mutt of a ton of 'mythical creatures.'