"Your grandmother?" Elara's voice broke. "That's impossible."
Being human for a while, the thing smiled with teeth that sparkled like broken glass.
"Nothing is impossible when you've lived as long as I have, child."
"You killed my parents," Elara said in a low voice. She was so mad that her hands were shaking.
"I had to." Things were going to go badly because of them.
The shape of the thing changed, getting both more beautiful and more scary at the same time. "They discovered what you really are."
"What am I?" Elara asked. "The last of the first family. The daughter of the original werewolf-witch mix."
Everyone gasped. Even the robed figures from the other reality stepped back.
"That's a myth," Marcus said. "The first hybrid died thousands of years ago."
"Did she?" The thing laughed. "Or did she just learn to hide very, very well?" Baby Truth started crying.
