Mira
Twas the night before vamp training was to begin, and I couldn’t have been more excited. It was only the beginning of what I suspected to be one hell of a journey.
We were enjoying a delicious family dinner with my grandparents, and I wasn’t the only one who was especially excited. I was taking a bite of my mum’s fantastic fettuccine Alfredo when Grandfather Ace enthusiastically commented, “I can’t wait to see Andrea in action again. I miss hanging out with her.”
“You will definitely get trained well by my sister. She’s come a long way over the years, mastering her abilities and learning ways to conserve her power,” Grandfather Anton remarked with affection swirling in his ocean-blue eyes.
“Aunt Andrea is one of the few people I truly admire. She has done so much to help all
