I'm pacing back and forth on our small space. Something else? What is that even supposed to mean?
" Are you crazy?!" I exclaim, her face deflates and I regret my words.
" I'm sorry," I sit back down. She smiles softly.
" Lucille, I think your mother was a supernatural! A powerful being," she says with excitement. I roll my eyes.
" strong? yes, she was strong for a human," Everyone was surprised by her strength but she was 100 percent human.
" When did you get tested for the werewolf gene?" She asks. I shrug.
" I was thirteen or fourteen, I didn't feel my wolf-like all my peers," I answer her. I remember when my age mates were getting excited about sensing their wolves or even communicating. Their senses were heightened," I explain.
" And now?"
" My senses are much better," I admit.
