Last Chapter here. It's crazy I never meant for this story to be more than a quick one-shot, but it ended up taking on a life in its own.

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Walking away from camp with my father all I can think about is how much I hate this feeling. It's like I'm a child again who did something wrong and is waiting for the tongue lashing I know my father is planning on giving me.

Whenever I, or someone else in the pack, did something wrong my father would take us on a walk in the woods to this area overlooking a cliff. I use to think he did it so you could get privacy away from anyone listening, but I think he like to let you stew in your fear and anticipation for a while.

I hate those walks. My insides were in knots knowing I was in trouble. Not to mention that was a steep cliff, and a part of me always feared he's just throw me off.

I refuse to let myself feel like that right now. I'm not a child anymore. I'm a grown man, an Alpha of a pack, and I'm not going to let him squash this joyous moment for me.

So, I decide to speak up, maybe get the conversation going so it's not to awkward. "So, you mad at me. I man you haven't said a word the entire time we've been walking so I know your mad, but I mean you have to understand why I didn't tell you-"

His whips around so fast interrupting anything else I had to say. "Actually, I don't understand. I asked you if he was your child and you lied to me, what you cant trust me? Then let's discuss how your abandoning your child to be raised without you. What type of man are you, what kind of father does this?"

I give him a second or two afterward just so can he stew in his stupidity before I pull my fist back and bash it into his face. I feel a sick sense of satisfaction when I hear a crunch and the blood starts spewing.

"The last few months have been a living hell for me. I have a child out there that I'll never get to see, that's going to be raised by another man he'll call father. I had to lose the women I loved, but you know why I did it. For him for my baby boy, because being a father means loosing a part of yourself if it means protecting your child. I will not have him raised like I did. Under constant attack by rival packs, having to deal with being treated like an anomaly because of some connection to a stupid prophecy. It kills me having to do this, but you know what makes it easier knowing he's alive. Knowing he'll grow up happy. So don't you dare assume I don't care about my son." I'm breathless and angry after that, and I'm just done with him.

I march off toward Esther's home, were already pretty close. It takes a few minutes before I hear my father running after me, but I don't stop my anger is coming off me in waves.

He doesn't say anything something I'm grateful for. I don't think I could take it if he gave me some half assed apology, or more insults and criticisms.

As we break thought the trees into the center of town suddenly the knowledge of what I'm really here hits me full force.

I'm here to meet my soon. I'm here to hold this little baby in my arms, and then I'm expected to just let him go forever.

I don't make it out of the tree line before I stumble a little at the unsought of pain that hits me. I don't want this. I don't want to leave him here and never see him smile, hear him laugh, and watch him grow.

I want more than anything to see my child grow, and it kills me knowing I can never let that happen. I cant do anything but let him grow up without me, because I know him being raised as my son will only cause him pain.

Tear are threatening to spill again, and it takes everything I have to not let them fall. It's when I clenching a branch like it's my lifeline, I'm using it to hold me up, when I feel y father come up and peels me off the tree. He has his arms wrapped around me within seconds.

"I'm sorry I should never have said that. I was just upset it felt like you didn't tell me like maybe you didn't trust me for some reason. I should never have taken it out on you because I know you and I know you'd never leave your child unless you had to. I'm sorry you have to do this." He pauses for a second to press a kiss to my temple. "Come on this is probably going to be the hardest thing you ever have to do, but your never going to let yourself live it down if you don't at least see him."

He pulls back and we look at each other for a second before we head over to Esther's home. I know we don't have a lot of time. The witch Ayana said her potion only out them to sleep for an hour or two, just enough time for the full moon to continue rising.

I glance up at the moon for a second seeing it staring at mem knowing I need to hurry. As part of Fenrir's descendants pack we have more control over when he turn, and with me being Alpha, I can hold off turning if I ever need to. Only for an hour or two, I'm still a wolf like the rest of them and I turn ever month like they do.

I wonder what this mean for my son, being born on the same night the full moon. Not just any full moon either, it's the same full moon that was there the night Fenrir was turned into a wolf, it comes every 1000 years. Some wolves call if the "Wolfing Moon" it's always been a sacred to us, it the day we were created.

The pack is having a small celebration tonight. Being a wolf might not be perfect, yeah it can be difficult, but it has it perks. Like having a pack of people willing to die for you, who will fight for you, who will love you, and not just be your pack but will become your friend and family.

So, I wanted to have a small gathering as a pack to celebrate one another.

I guess I'll be celebrating something else instead. The newest, most important, member of the pack coming into the world.

When we get to the back door I push on it gently and then I wait for a second to see if I hear the sounds of anyone waking up. For a second it's quiet, and then I hear a sound that goes straight to my heart.

It's the sound of a newborn baby whimpering. I guess I assumed Ayana would have him sleeping too, but I'm so glad she didn't,

I'm inside the house before I'm even aware of it, following the sound of his whimpers. He's lying in a nest of blankets right next to Esther. I take a moment to check her over, and see that while she looks a little tired, the birth hasn't caused any fatal injuries.

Then my eyes lock on the baby next to her, the one who was whimpering a second ago is quiet and staring right at me.

'God. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen' My eyes brim with tears again at the sight of my son. I crumble to my knees next o him, and my hand flies out to touch him.

He's check is soft like velvet, and his little hands and feel are so smooth. I spend the next few minutes looking over every inch if him counting all his toes and finger, looking into his blur eyes just like mine, and his cute little nose that again just like him.

He's start whimpering again after a few minutes, and when I look up I see he's about to start crying. I don't think Ayana would let him cry for 2 hours so I assume if he starts making too much noise Esther might wake up.

I'm panicking about now desperately trying to figure out how I managed to make him so upset so quickly. Then behind me I hear my father trying, and failing, to quiet his laugher. I turn and I see his face is red from laughing at my obvious panicked face.

Finally, he gets himself under control. "Oh God I wonder if I was this panicked when you and your brother were babies and started crying. Oh, by the way he's whimpering because he wants you to pick him up, that's why he's doing that thing with his arms." He says.

I look down and he Niklaus is moving his arms up and down in my direction, like he's trying to get my attention.

Except I've never held a newborn baby before. When I member of the pack has a child obviously I see the baby, but I've always been nervous about dropping them, so I didn't t hold the babies when they were just born.

His cries are starting to get louder, and I know I need to quiet him soon. The only way I can think of is to give him what he wants and hold him, something I am dying to do. My hands ache to feel his weight in them, but I'm scared. I really don't want to drop my own child.

I hear my father sigh behind before and then he's by my side grabbing my hands and helping me guild them under the babies head and butt. Then I begin to raise my hands up feeling his weight settle in my hands, before my father moves his away, and I'm left holding Niklaus on my own.

I'm holding him out in front of me, there's at least a few inches between us. At first he stop crying at finally being held, but it's not enough and soon he's whimpering again. I take a deep breath before moving him closer to me, so his head is laying on my chest, and I'm cradling him in my arms.

His face is still scrunched up and getting red. My panic is starting to grow heavy as I try to get him to settle down, and suddenly I get an idea about what to do. I close my eyes and reach deep into myself connecting with my inner wolf and let out a soft growl. It's something I can do as Alpha whenever a member of the pack needs comforting.

He stops crying immediately. He might've just been born but even he recognizes the comforting presence of his Alpha, and his father.

For a minute it's just me and him standing their enjoying each other's presence, staring into each other's eyes.

'He looks just like me' I cant help but think to myself. It's true though he has my eyes, my nose, my cheekbone and shape of my jaw. It's crazy how much of myself I see in him, and I wonder a little how Esther will hide it when our soon looks so much like someone else.

I guess if you look close enough I see some of Esther's features in him too, and since no one knows about me, when they look at him they'll just see what they want to.

Honestly I don't care I just cant get over the fact that this is real. That I'm really holding my son in my arms. I take a moment to leans forward and breath in his scent, and it's magical he smells like happiness in a way I can't even describe.

"Ok don't be a hog I want to hold my grandson too." My father says suddenly, and I whip around to face him, totally forgetting me was even here.

You'd think he just asked me to cut off my arms and legs with how much I hesitated. I mean he's not asking for much, just a chance to hold his grandson. Yet somehow the thought of removing him from my arms almost kills me.

I'm beginning to think Esther was right to keep us apart. I thought I could do this hold him once and leave forever, but I don't know anymore. I might not be strong enough.

I shake my head of those dangerous thoughts, and decide to test my strength and hand over the baby to my father. He start whimpering immediately and his little hand reaches out to me.

"Ok. Be careful, support his head-" I stop talking immediately after seeing the annoyed look my father is giving me. I have to remind myself he raised two babies and I'm sure he knows how to hold one.

He starts laughing a little a second later, deciding to see the humor in me being an idiot.

He pulls the little one close and after cooing at him for a minute he seems to quiet down again. He keeps his head tilted towards me, making sure I'm in his line of sight. One of his little hands keeps reaching towards me. I move my hand a little closer so he can touch me if he needs to ,and his hand grasp my thumb giving a surprisingly strong squeeze.

"Come on let's head outside, let this little wolf bathe in moonlight." My father doesn't really give me a moment to decide he just heads out the door, taking my son with him.

Niklaus doesn't seem to like that at all. As soon at he steps far enough away that he cant see me he starts crying. Like seriously crying and screaming his head off.

I take a moment to make sure Esther and her family are still sleeping, and once I see they are I hurry to follow my father and son outside.

My father's there trying to console Niklaus, trying and failing by the way. It feels like I'm acting on some parental instinct when I walk up to them, grab the little one, and pulls him right into my arms. I have him so his head is on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.

He lets out a little cooing noise, grabbing a fistful of my shirt, before he finally calms down.

"He seems to have taking a liking to you. Are you sure he'll even let you leave him here; he might demand you take him with you?" My father says drawing me away from my son.

I let out an annoyed sigh at his words. I though we talked about this already. He knows why I can't take him; he knows I have to let him go.

I don't bother responding to him. I have a limited time frame with my son, and I'm not going to waste it arguing with my father again.

Instead, I move to sit down on the grass just holding my baby, breathing in his scent, and listening to his little heart beating.

After a few minutes my father sits down next to me, and we enjoy our time with Niklaus. Both of us ignoring that this'll be the last time we probably ever see him again.

So, we do, we ignore it. We sit here under the moon each taking turns holding Niklaus breathing in his scent and relishing in holding him.

He's in my arms an hour later when I start feeling the warmth growing inside me.

Each transformation starts the same for members of our pack. Your perfectly fine until your insides start warming up, it slight at first until it turns into a burning in your bones and joint. Until they start popping out of place, and breaking until the transformation is complete.

The warmth is a sign that….. that it's time to Go.

"Come on Ansel. I… I know this is going to be hard, but it's time to go." My father says suddenly.

I let my head lean back bathing in the moonlight, wishing I could ignore the growing but knowing it's to dangerous to do so.

Not to Niklaus. Wolves have an instinct need to protect their pack members, especially the cubs, but I could still be a danger to anyone near me.

I look down at my son, making sure to remember the sight of his face, the sweet smell of him, the feel of his little hands grasping my finger.

When I cant wait any longer, the warmth has started to a burn, I stand with him in my arms and head back inside. He's almost sleep by the time we head inside, barely able to keep his eyes open. It's like he knows that as soon as he closes his eyes I'm going to leave, and he's trying to stop that from happening.

Except he's powerless to stay awake, and after few minutes of me swaying him from side to side, he's completely knocked out.

I take a minute to pulls him close and kiss his forehead one last time, and allow my father to kiss him to. Before we lay him down next to Esther, and we turn to leave.

The pain hits me as I step outside. I'm actually doing this I'm actually leaving him here. The pain in my chest only gets worse when Niklaus start crying when he realizes I'm gone.

'I can't do this. I cant leave him it hurts to much' I think to myself and I feel myself turning around to go back to my son, but before I make it a few steps my father's there to stop me.

I'm wrapped in his arms and dragged away before I can so something I'll regret later. I know he's right to do this and later when I'm thinking clearly but right now he's my worst enemy.

I struggle and fight desperate to get back to my little cub. To hold him in my arms again and quiet his cries.

"Let me go please I need to see him. You were right ok he's my son, and should be with me." I continue to scream and cry as we head back to camp. I cant stop crying for him there's this need to have him here, and I don't understand why I feel like this.

My crying stops as I'm slammed down on the ground, and looking around I see were near camp. My father's face hovers over me, and I have to concentrate to hear what he's saying. "You need to calm down. This feeling inside you that's your Alpha inside that's making you feel the need to be near your child. I felt that all the time when you and your brother were younger. Just breath and remember why your doing this, remember your doing this to protect your child."

I let his words fall over me and after a few moments of deep breathing I feel myself starting to gain control. I still feel a burning need to go back to Niklaus, but I can remember now why I cant.

It takes a few minutes before I feel myself gaining control, and when I look up I see the full moons at it's peak. Being Alpha means I feel the affects of the full moon way more than any other member of the pack, and it must be why I feel like I'm going crazy having a member of my pack away from the safety of the camp.

I stand up and force myself to head back to camp. I force myself to finish up the celebration with the rest of the camp. Then when it's time I turn with the rest of them, and we enjoy our annual run through the woods as a pack, all the while I feel my heart breaking inside.

The next morning I'm only a little surprised to find myself curled up on the ground close to Niklaus. When I look up I can see him and Esther sitting outside together. She's gardening her hers while he lays in some blankets nearby.

The need to see him is still there and I almost give in until the door opens and Mikael steps out. He smiles at them and heads right to Niklaus picking him up and holding him in his arms. Holding him and smiling at him the way any father would at his son.

I refuse to let myself feel the pain for long. It sucks but I know this is the best option that allows my son to live a long and happy life.

'He's safe now it's time for you to go' I tell myself, and with a final look at him I turn and leave.

'I don't think I'd change a thing. My life might not have gone the way I wanted but I had all the important things in life.' This is my last thought as I lay dying, and as Mikael continue to tear apart my camp.

I had the love of my brother and father. I had my pack there standing with me through thick and thin. I got to experience the love of a great women, a women who gave me the most beautiful son in the entire world.

I find myself back there on the day Niklaus was born remembering his sweet smell, and the overwhelming feeling of love I felt towards him. I know that he's safe and one day he'll become the Alpha us wolves need him to be.

The years that followed were slow and fast at the same time. Time seemed to screw with me as some days passed slowly as I deeply missed my son, and some days passed in a blink of an eye.

I tried of course to stay away, but my resolve would only last a few weeks or months one time. I always loved seeing how big he got. How one time I would go see and he was crawling around, and the next he was walking on his own two feet.

He was a small baby one minute, and then he was a strong-minded little boy running around and getting into trouble with his sibling. His smile it was so beautiful and contagious.

There were dark times of course, like when I had to watch that BASTARD lay his hands on my child, and was unable to do something about it.

The first time I saw him hit Nikaus I was out of the woods beating him with my bear hands before I could blink. I damn near killed him, and would have if Esther hadn't used her magic to stop me.

I woke up hours later outside my camp. As soon as I woke I ran back to town determined to finish him off, but Esther prepared for that. I was unable to step over the tree line into camp, and when Niklaus ever went into the woods if I went near him Esther's magic forbid me from going near him.

So, I had to suffer for years watching him beat my soon, almost killing him so many times. Niklaus would cry and beg him to stop, scream for help. I thought I knew pain but hearing my son cry for help, and being unable to provide it, well his scream haunted my dreams.

My father had to drag me away plenty of time. The wolf in me wanted this man to suffer for hurting his cub, he wanted to feel this man flesh in his paw and blood in his mouth. I wanted to rip him to shreds.

Except I couldn't do any of that. All I could do is wait for the day when my son would activate his curse and need to be with his true father. This was the only thought that would keep me going some days, imaging his it would be to finally have my son in my life.

Sadly, as fate would have it that was never meant to be. I was never meant to be more than a shadow watching his grow up from afar.

Instead Niklaus and the little one decided they wanted to watch us turn, except they came at the wrong time and it ended in bloodshed. Unlike other wolves we can remember flashes of our transformation.

I have flashes of sensing Niklaus nearby, and my wolf being happy his cub was nearby. Things we great until we sensed the human but Niklaus brought with him.

The next morning all I felt was guilt as I realized we took a human life, especially when I realized it must've been Niklaus younger brother.

I wanted to go see him to apologize, to tell him that in our wolf forms we have no control over who he hurt. Except I was a coward, and I did nothing.

When I went to spy on him sometime later I saw him standing over a grave I knew belonged to his brother. I remember looking at him and sensing that he felt off, his presence didn't feel the same, it didn't feel human.

Which makes sense because he wasn't anymore. Esther so afraid of loosing another child had allowed Mikael to turn their children into something else, a whole new species all together. I watched as the tore through the village killing anyone they wanted, and draining them dry. I watched until I couldn't stand to watch anymore.

Then sometime later I felt it. I felt the moment Niklaus took his first kill, and he was one of us. That full moon my wolf was prancing around excited for what was to come. Until I heard it, the sound of screaming as Mikael blew through camp.

I love my son, and because of that I fought for him. I refused to let Mikael bully me, and I did what I could to hold him off, but whatever Esther did whatever she turned him into. He was too strong, and the pain and he stab me and impaled me on the branch was imaginable.

I sensed him coming as I lay there in my final moment. I felt hands on my face lifting my head and I found myself looking into my sons eyes. "Please. Please don't die. I never got a chance to know you."

"I l-l-love you. Please know that, I want you to know your father loved you. I tried to fight for you. Be strong Niklaus." I manage to get out these words and then I felt it. I felt myself slipping away into the unknown.

YES WERE FINALY HERE.

I actually finished this fic. Thanks to anyone who reads this, and be sure to leave some comment so I know what you thought of it.

I hope this inspires you other author to write your own fic based on Ansel. They really could've done so much with his character.