The last bloodline
My hands were trembling as I clenched them.
"Are you sure you're alright, dear?" Mom asked once more, and I nodded. "Yes!"
Wait, didn't I lock my door before falling asleep? How did Mom get in? I glanced at Mom. "I thought the door was locked.
"No, dear. It was open," Mom sighed as she sat down beside me on the bed.
"Are you experiencing nightmares, headaches, flashes, or perhaps visions?"
I stared at Mom for a moment, licked my lips, and replied, "I didn't know werewolves could have flashes and visions now." I joked, attempting to force a smile, but Mom's expression was serious.
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