I can’t believe you lied to me all those millennia ago, and now, now that I’d most definitely wrap my head around the possibility of aliens, you somehow continue to keep this twisted religious reality alive merely to keep the truth from me. I don’t understand why you perseve it’s okay for humans to worship you. That’s narcissistic at best for any being to keep up such pretenses. 

Having said that, it’s one thing to stretch the truth, mainly because of what we are. The mortals don’t exactly understand the powers of shifters, so I, along with the rest of the magical community, keep our true identity hidden to keep all beings safe. But for you to keep from me what you truly are? I don’t get it. You are nothing more than a shifter like me. You aren’t a god—so why continue with the pretenses? 

As you once told me many moons ago, our kind is both a positive and a negative in this world—or should I know say in any world. We are shifters and can do a great deal of good for mortals. Many moons ago, I was so grateful you gave me the power to hunt in wolf form for my people and I worshiped you—for only a god could bestow such a gift upon me and my brother. 

But you aren’t a god—are you? It’s ridiculous, now and I feel silly for ever misunderstanding the fact you weren’t one. And okay, maybe you didn’t call yourself a god back then. It’s been so many millennia I don’t remember the exact words you expressed, but you certainly didn’t correct me when I bowed down to you in reverence for the gift you’d given me. 

To make things further confusing, I’d always hear your proclamations in my head and carried them out because I really assumed I was doing righteous work for a deity. However, all that communication was just between me and my alpha. How could you make me believe I was doing things for the greater good?

That’s truly the one thing about all of this that irks me the most. You made me carry out your wishes and claimed I was doing what the gods wanted, and for that, I’m not so sure I can forgive you. Because if it wasn’t for you, I would have never gone after Morgan in the first place. 

Happy Reading,

Amanda