All mothers are built upon a maternal need to comfort and protect their children; I certainly was. However unlike most parents, I had a great deal more children than most. Technically only one was mine but the others all held a certain special place within my heart. A place that they could never be removed from. They also always appeared as though they had the greatest intentions; even though at times they didn't go about them in the greatest of ways.
Compared to most children mine were different; they weren't all human for starters. Between them they made an odd bunch that stretched from a human to a hunter to a banshee and of course to a rather large amount of werewolves. This didn't stop me from loving them all equally. I'm still shocked that I didn't notice with Scott at first. Being a nurse my first conclusion was that he was on drugs. Werewolves seem to be hyped up with adrenaline and mixed in with a bit of testosterone sure makes our lives an adventure.
I haven't been officially classed as the mother of the pack but that doesn't mean it needs to be for it to be true. I'm like an agony aunt at time with the amount of times I've had to help them. Even the reclusive Derek Hale has come to me for help. From the first meeting with him I knew that he needed a mothers touch. A mothers touch that would undoubtedly help him release the burden that he had placed upon himself. And even though some of the others had mothers of their own, I was the one that they came to if they needed to talk. It wasn't because their parents ignored them. It was because, unlike with their moms, they couldn't discuss all there supernatural worries but they could with me.
This may be easier to understand if I give you examples...