As Evon finished her story, the overwhelming sensation that had plagued most of my day returned. First, I was told that I have a wolf, then that my ancestors were some sort of gods and sirens. My head was spinning.
I could not bring myself to believe that somehow my whole life was now based on s**t you read in children’s story books. No. It had to be a sick joke that everyone was playing on me. How could my life become some sort of freak show within hours?
Richard was the first to break the silence. He turned and looked at me as he asked, “Laila, are you okay?” I looked away from the wide eyes of Evon and stared at Richard. I didn’t know what to say. This man and woman had helped raise me with my grandmother, but suddenly they felt like strangers. Soon my head was swimming with ques
