I was never Human
I've been feeling uneasy since my phone call with Kwen. I never thought the idea of another crying would bother me so much. If it wasn't my mom or sister, I couldn't care less. But here I am, concerned for the tears of a human. Growing up, I remember my friends and I would joke about how weak and foolish humans were. My mother and father always said there are great people in every species, just like there were bad. Apparently, my grandmother had a really close friend who was human. The woman, of course, never knew my grandmother was a wolf. But I was told she had the spirit of one. She was kind, strong, and wise. She and her husband were killed in some accident years ago. My mom said it deva