18 years later...
Mel.
" Baby am scared, what if he doesn't recover?" I worriedly ask Aiden as I stare at my lonely boy in the cells.
I just knew it. I knew those cruel bitches were gonna play with my baby. It's happening.
"He'll be fine sweetheart, we just have to find her" my mate assures kissing my head but we both know the truth.
This really breaks my heart. I really suffered with his pregnancy and his childbirth was worse. I was so young and naive but I luckily made it through.
We don't deserve this.
I was so happy when I first held him and we raised him so well, with love and all the care in the world. My baby was happy and outgoing like normal teenagers.
Until his seventeenth birthday.
I sometimes wish he could have remained as my little boy.
It was supposed to be a beautiful day because nothing makes werewolves happy than the day they first shift, and when they find their mates.
He was delighted to meet his wolf but it ended badly.
