“Tell me what’s bothering you, dear,” Mom says when we take our seat in the living room.
“I need you to tell me how the vampire king plans to use my blood to revive his brother.”
“You’re doing no such thing!” she screeched, understanding immediately why I’m asking the question.
“Mom, werewolves are dying. More every day. I can’t sit back and continue to allow my people to die because of me.”
“You’re not responsible for their deaths. Only the vampire king is responsible for that.”
“I’d love to believe that, but it can’t be pure coincidence that he started killing werewolves after we rescued you from his prison.”
“The vampire king hates werewolves. He might’ve been planning to go to war with us for a long time. Maybe it just happened after I was rescued that he suddenly decided to wip
