Scott threw himself at the Kanima, yanking it off the bars of the prison cell. That was completely too close to his mom. All of this was too close to her. Why did she have to be here? With his arm muscles in overdrive the lizard like creature flipped over his shoulder and crashed into the ground. Derek picked himself up from behind the overturned desk, flung himself over it and charged the monster again. In a quick motion Scott turned his back to his mom and crouched low on the ground, his breathe coming out hard and ragged. His wolf instincts were in overdrive. This was his mom. He needed to protect her. Yellow eyes gazed around the room, looking for other threats.
He could clearly hear his mom behind him. She had moved closer to the bars, thinking the crazy threat she had just experienced was over. Her breathing was rushed and her heart beat was rapid. She was scared and Scott hated that.
"Scott?" He needed to get himself under control.
"Scotty, are you okay?" It came out in a desperate half-sob.
His heart skipped a beat. He was still in full on werewolf mode. His breathe caught in his throat.
"Scott?" The worry was there. He knew the thoughts running through her head. Why wasn't he responding? Why wouldn't he look at her? He had just been shot and yet there he was…how?
He let himself glance slightly over his shoulder to peak at her. This was the moment that had replayed in his mind over and over again. This was the day when she would find out about his curse. Did she already notice his strange, animal like stance as he knelt on the ground? Did she see how his ears pointed and the strange side burns that covered his jaw?
In an agony that seemed to stretch from his very core he began to turn around. Slowly he raised his yellow eyes to gaze at her. She had her hands wrapped tightly around the bars, sweat and tears were on her cheeks.
He knew the instant his inhumanity registered in her mind. Her eyes grew wider, short gasps escaped her throat, and her grip loosened on the bars. He watched an uncertainty grow in her eyes as they darted around his face, finally seeing the wolf like features.
Unable to stand it any longer he stood up from his crouch and faced her, fear written in his own eyes. A hollow pain hit his gut as she turned her face. She couldn't even look at him! Was she disgusted? Scott couldn't read her emotions. There was no way for him to know what was going through her mind.
Horror, he could see it now, that's what she was feeling. The hollow feeling in his stomach seemed to reach his heart as he watched his mom lift her hands to her mouth as she gasped. Slowly, she shook her head. "No!" It was a soft utterance, but so loud to him in more ways than one.
And then she sobbed. He could see her shaking; could almost smell her distress.
He was no longer her son. He was just as much a monster as the Kanima he was fighting to protect her from. As she backed farther into the dark corner of the cell his heart broke and shattered against his ribcage. He had to get out of there. There was no need for him to be here to protect his mom when he couldn't even protect her from himself.
He let his head drop in shame and painful sadness. Emotions of longing for when he was normal, and the realization that his mom would never look at him as her little boy again, filled his mind. A deep sadness filled all that he was. In defeat he turned from his mom and raced out of the room.