My head feels like it's going to explode, my vision is blurry and I feel like I am going to throw up. This cannot be true, he is doing this to mess with my head. It can't be true, it just can't.
"You're lying!" I stutter.
"And why would I do that? You think I would want any random Werewolf or witch to be my Queen? Drakker is your Grandfather. You are the only one remaining with the royal blood. I told you this was your destiny, didn't I?"
"It can't be, I won't believe it. There is no way I am a Vampire, just watching you drink that blood made me sick!"
"Really?" He laughs. "Well, you're not a full Vampire. Being of Alpha blood, your Werewolf self is strong. No matter what, you will be the Queen of Vampires."
I stop walking and lean against the large wall for balance. I feel like I
