ABIGAIL

Of all the brilliant ideas I’ve ever had, this one went way past terrible.

I was heading home pretty pissed at Hannah, my twin sister, though honestly we barely looked alike.

Like... why did she always have to act like Dad’s skirted version?

Oh wait, not even in a skirt. There’s no way that huge ass of hers would fit inside a dress.

She loved going full tomboy in pants, picking fights with anything that crossed her path and playing the heroine.

When she told me she was going into that swampy marsh to look for the rebels, I threw a tantrum right there.

My boots were already sick to death of mud, I wasn’t stepping into that stinking fog even if they paid me.

However, I didn’t get far before things got rough for me.

I don’t know why, but suddenly the fine mesh of Hannah’s ice magic started failing.

That little artifact I always wore on my body, against my skin like a fragile shield, was the only thing that could help me keep the vicious temper of my fire she-wolf in check.

I’m a