(Small Fry Chapter 1)
“Why
are you so adamant that you want a girl?”
I wondered aloud.
“Because
they’re not as strong as males!" He
flared. "Female European Werewolves
aren’t as strong as males, just as female Lokoti Werewolves aren’t as strong as
their male counterparts! Besides, I
don’t trust other European Werewolves! A
son of mine would no sooner knock his Lokoti Werewolf mother out of the way, to
attack the human she was trying to protect!”
“But
you were a young male European Werewolf and you didn’t hurt your mother…” I
began to argue back, but his guilty expression stopped me.
“Once.”
“What
was that?” I thought I had misheard.
Declan’s
face paled, "Once I did when I was three years old, when the full moon
triggered my first change. Luckily, your
Dad, Grandpa and Grandfather were there.
Your Dad caught my Mom before she hit the wall and your Grandfather
caught me before I smashed through the locked front door. I would have made a run at a human, but the
male Lokoti Werewolves were able to stop me.”
At
first I was startled into silence, but then I tried to console.
“But
Declan,” I began, "it was your first change and you were only three years
old. You had to be trained.”
“I
know, but it took years for my training to come into effect." He reminded.
"Your Dad caught my Mom. But
from the force I used when I threw her out of the way, I could have harmed
Derik whom she was pregnant with at the time.
Your Dad never trusted me because of it, which was why he hated the idea
of you ending up with me.”
At
first I found it hard to imagine a three year old boy, throwing his mother
against a wall when she tried to restrain him.
But then I could, if the three year old was in his European Werewolf
body. Since they expanded so much with
supernatural muscle, he was probably as tall as an adult human, let alone
stronger than one. Is this why he’s so
afraid of creating anymore European Werewolves, even as children?
“Hang
on,” I shook my head in disagreement, "don’t forget that our baby will be
half Lokoti Werewolf as well, like its mother.”
“And
what if it’s also a Circulator, like its mother?” He arched a wary eyebrow. “Then it could have my strength and your
speed! Just imagine if it snuck out of
the house by instantaneously phasing, to go snacking on human that way. A Circulator – slash – European Werewolf; we
could be creating an almost unstoppable murderer!”
“Declan!”
I walked up to hold his head in my hands, to force him to look into my
eyes. “I just did create a Circulator –
slash – European Werewolf! And I have
faith in YOU! Just as I have faith that
we could train our child to respect life.”
“B,
you’re not listening to me.” He put my hands over his heart. “When I first turned at the age of three, the
bloodlust almost ate me inside out!
Night after night, your Grandfather sat with me. I tried so hard not to hunt human, for the
sake of my Mom and my little brother.
But just as much as I loved my family; sometimes when the pain got so
bad, I would even crave THEM!”
I
shook my head again, “I don’t believe you.”
“That
first year that I changed, there was a reason why your Grandfather stayed with
me night after night, to train me.
Sometimes I'd stand in Derik’s room and watch him sleep in his cot. At first I'd look on my little brother with
love, but then my stomach would rumble, my mouth would water and the bloodlust
would be saying, ‘do it, feed your hunger!
He'd taste so good and he'd take the pain away.’ Then my Mom would come into the room and
stroke my hair, thinking that I was acting all brotherly? Her soft hands smelled like the tenderest
steak you've ever tasted in your life.”
“Declan!”
I cried out in alarm, as I pulled my hands back sharply.
“THIS
is why I don’t want to risk a son ever thinking that way about you!” He grabbed hold of my arms. “I may have fought the bloodlust to protect
my loved ones, but I WILL NOT abide another threat to come along and destroy
everything!”
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