“Mom, what did you hear?” I ask slowly. My heart is racing. “Enough,” she answers. Her skin is as white as an ice rink. This cannot be real. I did not just bottle in all these secrets and emotions to accidentally tell my mother about them. “It was all a joke,” I say and smile awkwardly. “Did you say werewolf?” asks my mother. I gulp. “No, you must have heard me wrong,” I say and turn around to go back into my room. “No, no, I heard you very clearly. You said you were ridding on the back of a werewolf,” she says in shock. I am doing my best to stay calm, but I am finding it very difficult to do so. My mother is taking the news very well. She seems in shock, but she is not freaking out, like I would expect her to. “Did you say Luna?” she asks me, making my blood drain from my face. Does she
