Not everyone was born knowing exactly what the future held for them, but I was. Ever since I could remember, people have been telling me that I was born to be the savior of our race. I was born to reign over the werewolf vampire hybrids as queen and correct the imbalance caused by my family. But what the people don't know is that they're wrong. They don't know that they've put all their faith into a monster, I don't deserve their praise and adoring eyes. The monster in their texts may as well have been me. But the time has come for me to battle the other candidate for the crown. I will have to make my decision. Will I take the throne and save my people? I honestly don't know. I've spent my whole life focusing on others. When will I be able to take care of myself. A big part of me just wants to give up, I never wanted this life anyway.
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