Thrown to the Wolves.

Millie POV.

"Say it again," I say looking at my own mother like a lost puppy, which is very weird, the thing she just told me is very similar to me being a freaking puppy.

"Keep up Millie, I had an affair," mom says again in her unapologetic voice, she didn't really feel sorry for what she did.

"So what does that make me?" I ask her still confused.

"That makes you a bastard Millie," mom says in her not-so-nice voice, the one she uses when she's not feeling very comfortable with the chat anymore.

"Mom, don't say that," I whined, I don't like being called that, it's very not nice.

"Fine, fine, that makes you not Michael's daughter," she says with a shrug.

"Then who's my father?" I ask her confused, I was raised in this house, I called Michael's dad for all my life, and right now she's telling me I'm not one.

"We'll get to that," she says with a move of her hand, right, 'cause there are other things that are more important than who my real father is.

"There's more?" I ask her with big wide eyes, there can't be any more, she can't be real.

"You remember what happened last night?" she asks and I just nod.

Yesterday was my birthday, I turned one hundred years old, I'm finally a big girl, I'll be counted as an adult now in my home, I was waiting for this day but then something weird happened, I passed out and I have no idea what happened during my blackout, I couldn't remember anything, I know we don't pass out or blackout, it's a weird thing to happen to me, and it did happen for most of the day.

"Nu-uh," I say shaking my head no to mom, I can't remember anything about what happened after I blacked out.

"Millie, the only reason I'm telling you this is because of what happened last night," mom says but that still doesn't make any sense.

"Mom, I don't get it, what happened?" I say frustrated, she's pushing me to the edge, I'm close to throwing a full-ass tantrum and she won't like me then.

"Think Millie, think," she says and I just groan, that's not fair, I can't think about what happened if I could remember I would have just said so.

"Mommmmm..." I whine stomping my foot on the floor, I might be an adult now, but I still have the patience of a little girl who doesn't like to be asked to remember things when I couldn't.

"Millie, do you know what you are?" she asks me and I glared at her.

"I'm very angry?" I suggest but she just rolled her eyes at me.

"I'm a girl who just turned one hundred years old, I'm an adult now who's ready to take over the world," I say glaring at her, I'm ready to take off and have my best life, one blacking out wouldn't stop me, not a million one would stop me. Well, a million might pull me back, but nothing would stop me, from moving out again and having my best life, I'm ready for that.

"What kind of girls are you?" she asks me, she's trying to make a point, but she never gets straight to the point, instead she keeps trying to push me into saying the words on my own.

"I'm a straight girl mom, I don't swing that way," I say with an eye roll, if she wants to know if I'm Bi or gay, she just has to ask.

"Although I'm kind of disappointed in that, I taught you better, what are you? What's your species?" she finally asks.

"Mom, I'm a vampire, like you, like dad, like my siblings," I say with an eye roll, I know what I'm and when I'm supposed to feed and when I get too hungry and not to starve myself.

"About that Millie, remember the part when I said your father isn't yours," she says and I rolled my eyes at her, so I belong to another sir, different from my siblings, it's not the worse thing ever.

"Yes, and it's not that strange around here," I explain to her, vampires are like that, they like to have different relations with different people, and we're not the most loyal people or species. Although I always wanted to be with one person, and to keep them as mine forever, I want to have them as my forever, and not jump from one person to another, even while being married, I want to be loyal and to have someone who'd be loyal back to me, I'd have their back and they'd have mine.

"Millie! Millie!" mom repeats my name a couple of times before I snapped out and looked at her, I just got lost in my own head.

"Yeah, mom?" I say looking back at her.

"Well, your father isn't a vampire," she says, my mouth fell open into an O shape, I'm not a full-blooded vampire?

"My father is human?" I ask her, I can be a half-vampire, not the worse option out there, not so uncommon, and that's fine.

"Not really, he's not," mom says and I just looked at her confused, what does she mean, what else would my father be? Not a vampire? Not a human?

"Then what is he?" I ask her confused, is he a she? That would be weird, really weird, but still possible though.

"Well your father is a wolf," she says and I couldn't hold it back, I started to laugh, she's not serious, my father can't be a wolf.

"What are you laughing at?" she asks me.

"The picture of you, a badass vampire with a wolf," I say with another chuckle, we don't like each other, I mean the two species.

"It's not the whole truth Millie," Mom says.

"Then what is it?" I ask her with a groan.

"When you blacked out yesterday, you turned into a wolf," mom says and the whole world went black again.