Hellsalem's Lot, a city where the abnormality is the norm. A thick mushroom hangs above the city and an impenetrable bubble hugs the city, making it almost impossible to get out but ways have been found. Within the city there is a family living a fairly "normal" life. Years have gone by since that miracle and living has never been more fun or rather exciting. Within the city, among the many buildings surrounding the streets and people below, in an apartment complex located in the nearest suburban neighborhood lives a family of two. A family of werewolves.

Within the building, inside the apartment sits a woman on a red couch for three people. Dressed in a white dress-up shirt and black suit pants, shoes and socks off. About 5'9", with a bob hair style and gray-purple eyes. Right arm on the armrest and head resting upon the hand. In the left hand a book, eyes reading word to word.

A young man about 17 years old quality opens his bedroom door and steps with light, silent pats on the carpet. He stands at about 5'8" (still a few inches to grow), crimson eyes behind black framed glasses and dark tawny hair, bangs falling above his eye with a few strands going over his glasses. Dressed in white socks, a light blue long sleeve shirt and black pants. Closing the door softly behind him so as to not disturb his mother. He walks up behind her, making no sound as possible, in hopes of surprising her.

*Alex's' POV*

Walking quietly behind my mom, I let a big smile appear on my face. She hasn't noticed a thing so far and she hasn't heard me yet. Lifting my arms from my sides I begin to form a circle, hoping to hug her by surprise.

"Are you going to hug me or am I going to have to stand up and hug you instead?"

"...You,..heard?"

"You have improved much. I didn't hear you until you were behind me." She puts her book down, turns her head and looks at me, by then I have my arms behind my back, left clinging onto my right.

"That's good, right?"

"Very good. Come sit beside me if you want."

I turn to my left and walk around the couch, taking a seat to her left, rather, I lay my head upon her lap and my feet reach the other armrest. I would have jumped over it but one, I'm feeling up to it today, two, she might get mad, and three, I'm not a kid anymore, well not a little kid.

"Tired?" I nod my head.

"Are you not getting enough sleep? Are the nightmares coming back?"

"No, I haven't had any nightmares. I'm just tired in general." Truth be told, I'm kinda stressed, full of anxiety and depression. To make it worse, I know why.

"Hmmm." She begins to stroke my hair and turns on the TV, most likely to see the latest news. My mom is part of a werewolf bureau assigned to Libra. To be more precise she's a spy and a scout, gathering intelligence and helping keep balance in this crazy city. The werewolf bureau is made up of five commandos, she told me there used to be six, but I don't want to go into detail, all females, all very badass, brave and strong. Libra is an organization made to keep the balance and peace within Hellsalem's Lot. Any information on these two organizations is worth billions. Which is why I'm mainly kept a secret from her line of work. I've already been taken hostage too many times already and from what Uncle Klaus has said, she looked like she was about to kill anyone in her way, stopping her from getting to me.

On the news, there's nothing interesting but the usual. A new drug, another miracle, a criminal captured and escaped, just the norm. In fact, if I remember correctly, Aunt KK did say that I was a miracle too, being born a week that was deemed impossible due to the unexplainable but accepted aspects of the city. In other words, every month there is a week where it is deemed impossible for anything good to happen and dying is more likely, even being born is deemed dangerous on this week. I happen to be born on one of those weeks and now the hospital has nicknamed me the "Miracle Child", yet somehow my birth on this week was leaked to the public. I never knew if they discovered who it was, but if they did, I can only wonder what they did. Aunt KK said, she and Uncle Steven had to keep an eye on mom and me, 24/7 or at least when they could so the paparazzi wouldn't bother us.

I look at the TV, then at mom and back again. Debating whether or not to tell her. She cares, I know, but just telling her scares me just as much. Look at me. People always see me as this strong person, physically, mentally and emotionally, but truth be told I'm nowhere near that. I may be a werewolf but I have emotions too as well as issues. All I could do was draw myself closer to her and make my final decisions. Tell her or let it kill me and suffer alone.

"Mom?" I can't believe I'm doing this! "I'm afraid to grow up."

Like that, she stopped staring at the TV and looked at me, letting me sit up and hug her. My tears escapes and my facade breaks. She hugs me back. Her hand stroking my hair and her hug squeezing me, bringing some comfort.

"I'm afraid to grow up. I'm ok with growing old and dying but I'm afraid of having to mature quickly and the change coming." More tears flow out and I let her hold me, like when I was a kid.

"It's alright to be sacred, don't worry. It's also ok to feel this way." She kissed my head and shifted so I was on her lap. 17 and while I should be embarrassed I cry even more because I know I won't experience this anymore.

"Age is only a label society puts. You don't have to be scared. You can still behave and act the way you do for some time, don't worry."

"It's just that I'm afraid of the change and the responsibilities of maturing and being adult."

"Change is something that will always happen we have to accept it in order to get used to it. You didn't cry when you entered middle school or when you first entered high school."

"I didn't want to, but I accepted it because I didn't think it was that big of change." She removed my glasses and was wiping my tears away by this point. "I'm afraid due to the change in structure."

"Structure?"

"The schedule I always have. Wake up, do my morning routine, get dressed and wait for the bus or take the train to school."

"You'll have a new structure. You can pick your schedule, take your classes in the morning, the afternoon, you choose."

"That's one thing I find terrifying." She bring me closer and I let her, not bothering whether someone might see or not. "I plan to move out in two to three years soon after finishing high school, but even that brings fear."

"You can stay here for as long as you need. I'm not kicking you out. My parents even let me stay and live in their home for a long time until I decided to move out."

I can't help it, but continue to cry and try to get closer to her. I've been holding this for so long and let it eat away at what little control I had. I'm tired at this point that I won't fight my tears.

"Everyone's happy for summer to begin but I'm just scared for school to end and summer vacation to begin."

"It's alright, don't be afraid. You've been stressing yourself and we got a vacation planned. Look at the brighter side of things, you'll get more pictures and videos with your camera." Not once has she let go of me. I almost forgot how warm it felt to be cradled.

"You know I was afraid too. When I first had you, I didn't know what to do. I was always scared I'd do something wrong. You were so small. When you were about to cry and scream, if Aunt KK wasn't here to help me I would almost cry myself because I didn't know what to do when you were on the verge of a tantrum, but the second I'd made you smile, you'll laugh, and as you got older that fear went away." A small smile appears on my face as she recalls my childhood.

"I would hold you and jump to the highest building, that would always make you smile with glee and squeal with delight. I always felt happy when you did that." I laugh as she recalls the memories.

"It's alright to be scared and no matter how old you get, you'll always be my little pup."

"Do grandma and grandpa still think that of you?"

She lets out a small laugh. "They still do and even with you, they still treat me like a kid. Even so, you're not alone. KK's son, even Emeline's son felt the same way."

"How do you know?"

"They told me about it. KK's son still lives with her and the same goes for Emeline's son." I let her continue to stroke my hair, kiss my head and hold me close. The tears themselves have let out some stress and I feel more calm, still the feeling remains and I know I won't be able to stop it.

"Do you have any homework?"

"Two pages of math, two packets of science, and one page of Chinese."

"Do all that tomorrow and rest today. Is this worry of yours new?"

"No, I've been having it for weeks. I just hid it from you."

"Its ok to feel that way but tell me when you feel it becoming overwhelming. Do you want me to go and lay on your bed for a while before going to bed?" She rarely does that and it might all be because of me growing up. I won't lie, I do miss that.

"Yeah, that'll be nice." I get up from where I was sitting and and so does she. Hugging me one more time and I head to my room. The door open this time.

*~2 Hours Later~*

After doing some writing and coding to get my mind off things. I get dressed in my proper sleep attire. White socks, black sweatpants and a blue long sleeve pajama shirt, turn off the lights and get into bed. The only light coming from the moon and I just stare at it. Mom comes into the room, probably to say good night.

"Feeling better?" It may be dark but being a werewolf has it perks and she most likely saw my nod. Just as she was about to close the door and leave, I spoke up.

"Weren't you going to lay in my bed for a few minutes?" She steps into the room and walks towards my bed. I scoot closer to the wall, so as to make room for her.

"It reminds me of when you were a toddler. Always crawling into my bed or me sleeping on yours." I decided to scoot a bit closer to her and she begins to stroke my head once more.

I start to feel the drowsiness take over and my eyes stinging for sleep. She hums a tone, a lullaby she would always sing to me whenever I had nightmares and the one she would sing since I was a baby. Her being here makes me feel better and less stressed. Still the feeling remains but less strong and more controlled. All that's running through my head is a simple question, will everything be okay? I may not know what the future holds and my fear will remain, but thanks to mom I feel better. Somewhere along the way of stress, worry, and depression as well as the soothing lullaby I fell asleep. A sleep not riddled by stress or hope of never waking tomorrow. For once in two months, I fell asleep relaxed and happy.

Thanks mom, I should have told you sooner and I'm sorry I didn't. Thank for always being there and for never leaving me, including on the day I was born. Good night to you too and I'll see you next morning. I'll surely beat you tomorrow. I'll wake up first, just you wait and see.