I am Kiera Calloway and I'm a witch. No, seriously. I am. The day of my Awakening, the High Priestess of my Clan (Daughters of the Moon), names me the next Heir and almost surprised the appetite out of me. Almost. Then, I'm introduced to the other Powers That Be: the Weres (NightWalkers) and the Vamps (Black Blood) on an empty stomach. Then, I met Kiel Fang, the next Heir to the Black Blood. He unmakes me, ruins me and will probably be the death of me. Too bad I'd lost all logical thought some time after I met him, and I don't care, even though I probably should since you know, he drinks blood like I drink milkshake. We should probably be running in the opposite direction from each other, but I was a moth and he was my flame. I was playing with fire, hoping maybe, to get burnt a little by his heat. No, not hoping. I craved it. I am blooded with a Vampire and my world has turned on itself. Note: The story is not PG-13, Wattpad is being buggy and I'm not able to change it.