“I’m a what?” Lizzie asked, not sure she heard her parents correctly.
“You’re a werewolf,” her mother repeated, sighing.
Her husband patted her hand and said, “It’s okay, Jordyn. Tell her everything.”
Her mother walked over to sit on the bed next to her daughter. Reaching over, she patted her hand.
“Technically, we’re not positive you’re a werewolf, but you’re showing all the symptoms,” she told her daughter.
Lizzie shook her head, not understanding what her mother was saying.
“This can’t be real,” she said. “You’re joking, right?”
She looked at her parents with a pleading look on her face and said, “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Oh, honey, I wish we were,” her mother said, patting her hand again.
At Lizzie’s disbelieving look, her mother asked, “In addition to t
