My Little Wolf

Child of the Moon

Annabeth and I had been friends since we were in grade school. She was born from a witch and a human, but her mother passed away during her birth. So she was raised by her human father. Annabeth figured things out on her own, but her human blood make complicated spells nearly unbearable for her body. So she learned how to heal people. 

Years ago, when the Wars were still going on, a group of the Kings Guard came knocking on her and her fathers door. They were seeking shelter, as many of their group had been injured in the most recent battle. Her father had been weary and mistrusting but she convinced him to let the men stay in their barn. Annabeth was told to leave them alone, but when the moon rose and her father went to bed, she gathered a bunch of herbs and other things, and went out to the barn. In the middle of the night, she woke the sleeping guards and tended to their wounds. Most of them were healed by the morning. They stayed another night, and Annabeth had felt accomplished and peaceful. 

In the middle of that night, she heard a noise and a shout. Her father cried out for her as she ran to the barn. The enemy had followed and ambushed the group of unsuspecting me. Annabeth was horrified by what she had seen and never truly spoke about it. But what ever she saw caused something to roll in her heart. She moved her arms and her legs, spoke words that she never heard before, and all the men who were attacking her home, vanished. Out of thin air. But the screams didn't. It's said the screams can still be heard if you close your eyes and listen. She's never been able to cast a spell anywhere close to that powerful, but what ever broke in her that night allowed her to use more of the magic within her blood. 

She became the most powerful healer in the kingdom. When she was old enough, she was sent to a school out of the kingdom and when she came back, she was powerful enough to heal over half of the kingdom from a sickness that no one could understand. No one, it seemed, until she came back from her schooling.

When I met her, I was struggling with the fact that I probably would never shift. I was deformed in the eyes of my community, but in hers, I was special. She made me feel like I had a place I belonged. When I truly had no place I belonged, Annabeth again gave me what no one else could. She saved my life, again. She gave me a place to stay, a home to sleep in. 

For the next nearly ten months, Annabeth would come over on the weekends to her childhood home. Her father helped take care of me, but it was hard for the man. He was getting older, and I was getting bigger. My smaller frame made the growing stomach look even bigger, but the constant sickness and the tiredness made it hard to get our of bed most mornings. During the night, it seemed to relax so I slept most of the day and enjoyed the moon instead of the sun. 

One night, I woke up from a sharp pain in my stomach and the immense need to pee. So I got up and went out to pee. When I got up though, it felt as if I had peed myself. When I looked down, I saw nothing except I knew the floor was wet. The shine from the moon was causing a gleam on the floor. My stomach contracted again and I cried out, groaning and the pain spreading across my lower back and thighs, especially in my hips and lower stomach. I cried, out, falling against the bed. My door was opened suddenly and I cried out through my sobs, "T-the baby?" 

Annabeth's father had rushed to my side and rested his hand against my lower back and stomach. He hushed me softly, cupping my cheek with the hand that he and removed from my stomach. "Hush, child. The baby is fine. You are in labor, I don't think Annabeth will be here in time." My eyes widened and he smiled at me again. "You and your child will be alright, my dear. Trust your body and trust me, everything will be alright."

I had believed him, then. I nodded and leaned back against the pillows, which he helped prop up. He opened my legs and I growled when I felt him prodding around. "I am sorry. You're a few centimeters dilated. I will call for Annabeth now, just relax." I was about to nod when another contraction crashed through my body and I cried out to him,

"How can I relax when I feel like I'm being subdued by an oceans wave?"

I swear I heard him chuckle but I was so focused on breathing through the contraction that it didn't register. Another contraction didn't happen for a while, but it was as equally as painful. Eventually, Annabeth did get there and when she checked on me, laughing at the face I had made when she tried to feel for the baby, I was 9 centimeters dilated. It had been a few hours by then. Another five hours, and my baby was crying. I gasped, watching Annabeth pull him from my core and hand him to her father, who took him with a cloth in his hands. I watched him while Annabeth mumbled to herself. A maid that had been secretly hired to help me through the pregnancy when Annabeth could not was wiping my face with a cool water drowned cloth. Now, she moved to sit next to Annabeth and hand her tools, all while still holding my hand. I let go of her when my son was handed to me. I clutched him to my chest. His face was cleaned off, though not entirely and scrunched up in loud screams. I smiled, cueing at him. 

"Sh, little one, mommy is here." I remember telling him. "What is the matter?" I continued to whisper to him and I started to feel faint. I ignored it, vaguely aware of the feeling of stitches in my lower courters. The last thing I remember is the maid's worried call and my son quieting cries as I passed out.

Two days passed before I woke. The maid had been there when I opened my eyes. I was propped up on pillows, but more comfortable. The sheets had been changed and I was covered in quilts and comforters. I was sweating. I opened my mouth and croaked out, "S-son."  The maid looked up at me, her eyes wide with shock from the task she had been doing. I guess she had been cleaning my face of the sweat. She told me to quiet and that she'd be right back. When she returned, there was a glass of water, Annabeth, and her father behind her. I croaked out again, "Son!" My throat hurt and was clearly raw. The maid quickly pressed the water to my lips and I drank it greedily before she practically tore it from my grasp. When I looked at Annabeth, she was looking at me with this look that reminded me of when I found out I was pregnant. I panicked for a second and then I heard it. I heard him. His cry. I gasped, clutching my chest when the panic dissipated to worry. Annabeth moved aside and her father handed me my son. He looked up at me, his cries quickly quieting and he grasped one of my lose curls. I smiled when he lightly tugged. I grasped his hand gently and he took my finger in his small hand. "He's... small." I said, looking up at Annabeth. She nodded.

"I was worried at first, but I believe he is fine. Every test shows he is a perfectly normal, healthy pup." She said. My eyes widened.

"Pup?" I whispered. 

She nodded again. "My first question was weather his size was caused my him being human, like when you were born. You remember the stories, right?" I nodded, knowing she was referring to when my mother used to tell us how I could fit in her hands and her hands alone as an infant. "A quick test of his DNA proved that he is a werewolf." 

I was partially relieved. He would never have to face the ridicule I did as a child. For that, I was thankful. But also worried. If he was a werewolf, then it would be for sure he'd become an Alpha. And not just any alpha. "Still. He should be large, I was large when I was pregnant. Are you sure my human DNA had nothing to do with this?" I asked, my voice a wary, horse whisper.

She shrugged. "His genetics and the DNA proved that he's a werewolf. His... heritage-" I flinched. "reveals the possibility of him being an Alpha. The type of Alpha is still unclear and will remain so until puberty. As for his size, it is very well possible your human heritage effected this, as he is still part human, like you."

I nodded, only partially paying attention to her words. He was wiggling in my grasp, but not hard enough that he wanted to get out. So I undid his bindings, carefully setting him to rest on my closed legs. He wiggled more, as if trying to figure out his limbs and body. I smiled lovingly at him. I looked up at Annabeth and mumbled, "Um, has he eaten?" 

She nodded, "Yes, he's been fed. You were out for two days, but he hasn't been fed today yet. Would you like me to help you?"

I nodded nervously and she gently sat next to me. She guided me, pointing out an easier way to help him to my now exposed n****e. I was too focused on my son to notice Annabeth's father respectfully leave when I had let my shift fall from my chest. Instead, I watched my son drink and play with my hair. He sucked, painfully almost, at my breast and played with a stray curl that fell to my chest while I looked down at him. His eyes looked up at me, curiously reading my own. His hand finally rested flat against my chest and for a moment, he looked confused and then he unlatched. I looked up at Annabeth when he fell asleep. 

"Your heart beat," she clarified. "It must have put him to sleep like a lullaby. That's been his biggest struggle. That, and getting enough to eat." I looked down at him worried. I gently rubbed my thumb against his cheek while he slept.

Eventually, Annabeth took him from me and rested him in a small crib that was beside my bed. Then she helped me empty my other breast and before I realized, I was tired and hungry. She gave me a bowl of soup and then I turned carefully to lay some what on my side in order to watch my son sleep. When I couldn't fall asleep, I asked her to get a table and some pillows and blankets. She nodded and her father brought it up. They set the table beside my bed and I moved as close to it as I could. I helped them with what I could, setting a soft blanket across the emptied table, and small but soft pillows around the outer edges and ends of the table so he wouldn't roll off. They set him down and I rested my hand next to him. I watched him for a while, listening to his small, even breath Some time later, he cried and grasped onto my finger. His noises soon quieted and I found he had placed my finger against his mouth. His little blue eyes watched me for a moment, and then they closed. He quickly fell back to sleep, and I followed him almost as fast.