Beth did have a story. But she didn't want to tell it. She didn't think that Berta would understand, or like her anymore. And Beth really like having a friend.
"I didn't know you were a lycan," she said softly, staring down into her drink. That must have been really terrible for Berta, having to go through that every single month. And being able to peek into the future couldn't be that great either. After all, what if she saw something terrible but couldn't stop it? Like being bitten by a werewolf, for example.
"I really don't have much of a story. My dad's banshee, my mom's an empath. So I got that. We weren't rich and boring, we were kinda... middle class and ordinary? I guess? I never did anything really exciting in my life so I don't have much to talk about. I play WOW, but that's really it."