(Reagan's POV)A Pureblood Galerian.Was that the outcome if I chose to drink blood? Surely, it was Ryder's choice, but why would dad want me to know this? He already told me all I needed to know, or maybe he wasn't specific entirely."Ryder, a Pureblood Galerian? Please elaborate," I said. To be honest, I was half worried and half curious but either way, I had to know.He nodded in affirmation. "Yes. A Pureblood Galerian, well to be specific, a Vampirian, in classification to a type of breed or specie."I tilted my head to the side. "So, how did you came to be a Vampirian then?"Ryder paused for a moment and looked at my dad for a go signal. "Is it okay, Luke?"My dad nodded in agreement. "Yes, go ahead, kid."Ryder averted his gaze back to me, his look that meant serious business. If this information was going to be gruesome for my own good, I was seriously going to be pure Galerian all the way.He started to speak in his velvety voice. "I met Luke 10 years ago in Cleveland. He was
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