Lucille stared at her mother after the latter had proposed to tell a story if she would just calm down, and sighed. She took in a deep breath before sitting down on the bed again, curiosity winning over her unbelief.

"Okay, I am ready." She said, clutching her palms together, so tightly that they began to sweat.

Sheila soughed, and nodded. "Okay, my dear. Here it goes."

"I am a werewolf, a hybrid actually. I am a werewolf and a witch." She started, and Lucille shot up from the bed again, her hand to her chest.

"Stop..." She mentioned. "Stop please..." She pleaded, not wanting the story to be true....