Sluggishly, Alex dragged herself over to Neave's hospital bed and dumped herself down on a chair opposite to where Mason sat holding Neave's hand carefully. She stared at her little girl, sleeping soundly in the bed, and felt the nausea build up inside her as she began to remember she was not sleeping. She had been drugged up to the eyeballs and forced in to sudation by a bunch of strangers while she was scared and alone. The thought of how she must have felt sickened Alex. As much as she felt like running without even looking back at what she would be leaving behind Alex felt angry and confused. Why couldn't she stay with her? What was happening? Is she in pain? Does she even understand whats happening to her?

Alex took an uneasy breath while she scanned over Neave's body. Her silky soft skin now had dark fur protruding from it. It felt rough and dry, similar to the odd small patches of exposed flesh scattered around her physique. Alex noticed Mason softly scratching away at parts of her fur, trying to carefully rid of the small knots from within it. Alex's attention was then quickly diverted when she noticed Neave's petite hands. A lump in her throat formed as she looked at them in disgust, they were no longer small and dainty. Instead, her fingers had enlarged and become crooked, slightly twisting within each other to form a dishevelled claw. Alex daren't bring herself to touch them, she looked at Mason again and she instantly filled with guilt. Why was he so comfortable around the baby? Sure, he maybe a werewolf too but by this point in Alex's life she had met many a werewolf and it was safe to say, she had never ever seen one like Neave.

Despite the fact that Neave had transformed in to a werewolf at an extraordinarily young age, it was clear that she was anything but a normal werewolf. Her limbs had somehow thinned making her look starved and malnourished, that and the irregular clumps of dark fur made her resemble a old hound. Alex peered at Neave's face and bit by bit she felt her heart being torn in to pieces. She thought of how beautiful her little girl was. Her plump rosy cheeks, sparkling eyes, small dimple nose and those juicy ruby lips that both Alex and Mason adored. She was really the most beautiful baby, not like that was biased of Alex to think that, but that was now all gone. Neave's cheeks had weakened, causing them to loose their roundness and making her age slightly and look exhausted. Her eyes were tightly shut, making it impossible for Alex to tell if they had changed as drastically as the rest if her body had. But the rest of her face had enlarged allowing room for her new jaw line and snout to be able to contain the endless rows of razor sharp teeth.

Alex grimaced at the sight, it maybe her baby girl but the sight of the oxygen tubes shoved up her snout, drying up her nose causing it to become rough and cracked, plus the endless amount of silyva falling from her newly formed canines that hung out of her mouth made Alex's stomach turn.

"This is my fault," she muttered quietly.

Mason looked up from Neave and watched Alex sadly as she stared at Neave in horror. "Alex don't say that, its not true."

"But it is, it has to be…"

"There could be any reason for this, we need to wait for the test results before we can know anything. Until then we can't be sure why this has happened."

"But the night she was born," Alex began frantically rushing over to Mason, "I ignored what doctor butcher said. I went outside in the full moon, I turned in to a werewolf. What if that has affected her?"

"It wouldn't have."

"But how can you know Mason? Like you said, until we get the results from the doctor we can't be sure whats made this happen."

"Exactly. So why say all of this?"

"Mason, I did so many things wrong. I've always done things wrong! Like the time I turned my parents in to guinea pigs, or I turned Justin invisible or I turned Max in to a girl or I-"

"Alex," sighed Mason, "this is nothing like those times. You had no control over any of this. That night Neave was born you were scared, you'd just been told you were about to give birth. You just wanted to do whatever to keep yourself happy and comfortable."

Alex tried to hold back her tears as she felt a lump form in her throat. "But what if I did something else, something that could have caused all of this?"

Mason shot up from his seat, releasing grip of Neave's hand. "What? Alex, what haven't you told me?"

"The night I was told I was in labour… I already knew I was pregnant."

September 12th 2014. 3 days before Neave's birth.

Alex sat against the bathroom wall, propping herself up against it. The cold surface of the aqua blue tiles was sinking through her T-Shirt and sending icy shivers up her spine. She closed her eyes and silently began reciting the alphabet backwards in her head. Trying to distract herself from any unwanted thoughts as three different varieties of pregnancy tests rested of the edge of the bath tub.

'Z, X, W, wait! I think I missed one' she thought to herself. 'Z,Y, X,W...V! U, T, S, Q? Wait, is that even right? Nah, I think I've definitely gone wrong somewhere...'

Alex's trail of thought suddenly came to a stop when she heard a light knocking at the door, quickly followed by a forced whisper.

"Alex, are they done yet?"

Alex rolled her eyes and groaned, "no Harper! They aren't showing anything yet, just like they weren't a minute ago!"

"Well how much longer? It must be nearly done!"

"I'm not looking at the timer until it goes off! You'll have to wait!"

"But aren't you just abit curious?"

"No actually I'm not! At the moment I'm not really seeing the excitement in all of this."

"Neither am I! But we need to know the result!"

"And we'll get it when the timer goes off! Harper just go and wait back in my room like we agreed ok?"

"Fine!" Harper huffed.

Alex sat listening to Harper's footsteps as she trundled back up the hall only for them to instantly return back to the other side of the door. "Alex?"

"Oh fine come in!" She snapped.

Harper quietly slid in to the room, firmly closing the door behind her. She sheepishly made her way over to Alex but not before edging her way over to the bath tub in order to attempt to sneak a look at the line of pregnancy tests waiting to be checked.

"Don't you even think about it Harper Finkle!"

Harper sighed and slid down the wall next to Alex to sit quietly with her. Harper began to bite her nails anxiously, a bad habit she had forced herself out of but found that during stressful times she would often relapse, and repeatedly glanced back and too to Alex who sat emotionless next to her.

Harper breathed out loudly. Alex turned slightly to look at her before returning to staring at the bathtub in front of her. Then again Harper let out another breath, this one slightly louder than the last. She shot a look at Alex who was trying her very best to ignore her friend before letting out a roaring sigh. This tipped Alex over the edge.

"Harper! What is your problem?"

"My problem? What about your problem? You might be pregnant, and you've barely mentioned it!"

"What is there to say? It probably won't even happen."

"But it could! And you don't even seem bothered in the slightest!"

Little did Harper know Alex was in fact terrified. The thought of this 'thing' growing inside her, changing her body and eventually her life forever without her permission too made Alex feel sick. Everyone would look at her differently, think about her differently. For the next nine months she would not be the feisty and independent Alex Russo that everyone knew. She would be practically wrapped up in cotton wool by everyone, she could just see it now. Here mother would be making all of these strange Spanish concoctions that she would then force feed to Alex claiming that 'its good for the baby' and that 'I had this through all three of my pregnancies and everything turned out perfect!'

Then there was her Dad. Alex knew that if she was pregnant it would mean her father would probably be awkward around her for the next nine months, knowing what her and Mason had been up to for her to be in this condition. He probably knew anyway, they had been dating since Alex was sixteen and it was bound to happen at some point. But Jerry was very happy to convince himself that whenever Mason stayed over at theirs or when the young couple went on vacation that they were sleeping in different rooms, or at least Mason was sleeping on the floor. And Alex was very happy to go along with this and let him think that, it helped avoid any difficult conversations. But if she was pregnant it would be out their and she would have to spend the next months pretending that her dad wasn't avoiding eye contact with her during conversations or that he wasn't ignoring Alex and Mason whenever they did couple stuff like hold hands or whenever Mason kissed Alex on the cheek. Actually when she thought about it, how her dad would react to her pregnancy was one of Alex's main concerns.

Would he be happy? She knew he wanted grandchildren someday. But she was still young and still 'daddy's little princess.' Would he be mad and do that weird jerky thing where he spluttered his words until he could think of something rational to say? Or would he be that furious he'd give Alex the silent treatment, like he did when he first started giving her flying carpet lessons? Because if he did Alex knew she couldn't go through that again. She hated it when her dad was upset with her. And then there was Mason, they'd never spoke about children before up until now Alex thought that was years away. And Mason was starting college soon, would he be able to do that with a kid around? And then they'd need somewhere to live, they'd have to buy all baby stuff as well as being able to actually provide for the baby too.

It was all too much for Alex to even think about without making herself feel like she needed to vomit. But at least she wouldn't have to worry about her brothers or Harper, they were used to her doing stuff like this and if anything they could now easily adapt themselves so they could help Alex whenever she messed up her life… again. Then Alex looked at Harper and fet her stomach wrench.

'oh crap!'

If she was pregnant that would mean a life time supply of homemade baby clothes from Harper along with an over the top gender reveal party and baby shower with the help of Alex's mom. Events like that disgusted Alex. Seeing everyone faking being happy and fussing over the mom to be, cooing and rubbing their dirty little hands all over the baby bump. It made Alex want to barf. Especially if it was anything like her Quinceanera, talk about a pink over load.

"Harper obviously this is bothering me!" she told her, "But what is there to say about it? I either am or I'm not."

"How can you be so calm? The minute you dragged me in to the lair last night to tell me about all of this I thought I was gonna have a heart attack or something! And what about Mason? Does he even know anything about this or have you kept it a secret like last time?"

'Dammit! I forgot she knew about that!'

"Yes I have, there's no point worrying him over something that's probably nothing."

"But last time you had a scare like this you guys had just broken up because he attacked Chase at the wizard of the year banquet, so obviously you didn't mention it to him. Besides that test was negative!"

"This one might be too! So Harper please let's change the subject! I'm getting tired of all this baby talk."

Harper nodded and once again the two best friends returned to sitting in silence. That was until a loud irritating buzz began to blare out from Alex's phone.

"Times up!" Harper squeezed Alex's hand reassuringly, "good luck."

Alex made her way over the tub and nervously picked up the first digital test.

'Here goes nothing...'

She looked down at the digital white stick and her stomach dropped.

Pregnant.

She launched it down in to the tub and picked up the standard stick test.

Two lines. Pregnant.

Finally Alex looked closely at the thin pregnancy test strip. Two thin red lines. Pregnant.

'Shit...'

"Well?" Asked Harper curiously.

Alex turned to her friend and painted a big fake smile across her face. "Negative."

Harper gave a heavy sigh in relief. "Thank god! Well now that's over why don't we go to that fancy shoe store you like. We can go laugh at the snobby checkout girls again?"

Alex reluctantly turned down the offer, "thanks Harper but I need to get rid of these," she said picking up all of the three tests and clutching them tightly in her hands. "Besides, I still need to get my head around everything."

"Don't worry I totally understand!" She rose from the floor and hugged Alex tightly, "I'm here if you need me." She went to walk out of the room but quickly stopped in her tracks and turned back to Alex. "Hey! I've been looking through your Net-Wiz account and they've added 'What to expect when your expecting, want to watch it with me later?"

Alex looked up to Harper and glared at her in surprise.

"Oh right!" Harper laughed, "sorry. Too soon?"

"You think!"

Alex watched Harper leave the room before trying several times to flash herself in to her bedroom. She waved her wand around rhythmically but instead of a bright beam of light all she got was a few lifeless sparkles that emitted from her wand. She constantly continued to madly wave her wand around, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and baring her teeth together in concentration.

"Oh come on! Why aren't you working? You stupid piece of-"

Alex then suddenly felt herself being levitated in to the air, despite this though she began to feel excruciatingly heavy as an invisible force of pressure pressed itself into her body. The next thing she knew, Alex felt a sudden rush take over her body. She kicked and flapped her arms around in panic only to find herself landing face down violently on to her bed.

"Ouch…" she mumbled into her bed sheets.

Alex sat up and began to glance around the room to help familiarise herself with her surroundings. The long colourful curtains that hung on the windows had been left drawn closed making the rays of light that had forced its way through between the minute gaps in between them very restricted, causing the room to look solemn and dark. Alex remained still and gently began clasped on to the mattress beneath her, she stared out in to space as gradually her breathing became heavy and unsteady.

"What have I done?" She whispered to herself.

Alex seemed so deflated. Her loose shoulders shook, her hands hanging low, making no attempt to conceal or even wipe away her own tears. The sobs were stifled at first as she attempted to hide her worry, then overcome by the wave of her emotions she broke down entirely. Alex had always been so self-conscious when she cried but now she just gave way to the enormity of her overwhelming emotions. She sobbed into her hands and the tears dripped between her fingers, raining down onto her bed. Her breathing was ragged, gasping and the strength left her legs. She was noisy, her skin was blotched but there was no-one there to witness it let alone come to comfort her. That was until Max burst in through her bedroom door.

Clearly in a rush, he ran frantically around her room yanking open various drawers in her dressers that were spead around her room. Alex sat and glared at Max as she watched him trash the only parts of her room that were actually clean, feeling herself become more frustrated with him as he progressively became more destructive. She sat with her jaw tightly clenched together, fighting the urge to snap at him, she successfully kept herself quiet until she seen Max rapidly approach her underwear draw.

"Max! what are you doing?"

He spun around and stared at Alex in utter surprise, his blue eyes were as wide as an animal caught in a cars headlight and he clutched tightly on the dresser beside him. "Alex!" he laughed nervously, "I didn't see you there…"

"How could you not? It's not like im hiding, now what are you doing?"

"Umm, I…I need something…"

"Like what?"

Max hesistated, repeatedly opening and closing his trembling mouth whilst he desperately tried to think of an answer. "Guy… stuff…."

"And why would I have any guy stuff in my room?"

Max awkwardly glanced around the room before returning to look at Alex who was impatiently waiting for an answer. She sat with her arms crossed until he caved in and finally gave her an snwer.

"Alright," he sighed sitting on the edge of her bed, "I just got a text from Talia saying she wants to make up with me after our fight yesterday."

"You guys had another fight?"

"Oh yeah it was nothing, she just caught me checking out a waitress. Anyway, im just gonna cut to the chase, she's porbablly going to get all soppy and touchy feely and im hoping I'll get lucky so I thought Mason might have kept some rubbers in here."

"Eww! Max! You could be more descrete about it!"

"What? Walls are thin Alex, my rooms across the hall I know what you guys get up to in here. So have you gys got any or what?"

Alex graned loudly, "You're disgusting!"

"And you're a hypocrite," he smirked as he pointed to the dark mark on the side of her neck buried underneath her dark locks of hair, "nice hickey."

Alex turned over to her bedside cabinet and pulled open the drawer before handing the concealed packet over to Max. "There. Have fun," she said coldly, "and don't tell mom and dad you got these fom me."

"Sure, no problem. Thanks Alex," Max went to leave the room but turned back when he noticed Alex slump back in to her bed and curl up in between the bed sheets. "Hey! You okay? Your eyes are kinda puffy, you know like Dad's were that time he ate that Avacado."

"I'm fine!" she spat angrily, "I'm just tired, just go Max and do whatever you're planning in that sick little head of yours." Max nodded and turned to leave but quickly turned back when Alex sat up and called out for him. "Max! Just… be careful, okay?"

"Sure sis, besides obviously I'm gonna be safe. I might be stupid but at least I'm not dumb enough to get her pregnant, I mean who would be stupid enough to do that!"

Max laughed at his own comment as he waved bye to Alex and walked away from her bedroom. Alex remained silent, clutching her bed sheets closer to her chest she took a trembling breath and tried desperately to hold back her tears, "well that stung…"

"Wait Alex!" Max sprinted back in to her door way, "I forgot to say, Justin's home."

"Justin?"

"Yeah you know our big brother, head master of WizTech. Kind of tall, dark hair, nerdy, carries around that captain jimbo thing-"

"I know who Justin is Max!"

"Okay! Well he's home for dinner, which I won't be here for so… bye!"

Max sprinted off down the hallway and Alex collapsed back into her bed and huddled down in between her pillows.

'Maybe sleep will help, sleep makes everything better,' Alex thought to herself.

As the time past Alex began to feel her eyes become heavier and slowly she felt herself relax and drift off in to a peaceful slumber, until she heard a sarcastic bellowing voice burst through her doorway.

"And her we have sleeping beauty waiting for her prince to come! Praying that he has a tolerance for morning breath, bed head, heavy snoring and drooling, she wastes her days sleeping here until some unsuspecting guy finally gives in and accepts that he is the one who will have to put up with her unhealthy sleeping habits for the rest of his life…"

"What do you want Justin?"

"Nothing, just thought a welcome hime would be nice."

"Why? You're here all the time."

"Actually Alex, if you paid attention for once you'd realise that I'm not because I have a very important job to do. You know, being the headmaster of WizTech and everything."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So why are you here bothering me?"

"Oh! Just as welcoming as ever! Good to see you too sis!"

Alex dragged herself up from her bed and glared angrily at Justin who was leaning against the door frame, smirking at his enjoyment of annoying Alex. But quickly the expression on his face changed when he seen the state that Alex was in. Aside from her reddened face she was so grey looking and her hair was as dishevelled as the park under fall leaves. Her eyes still seemed swollen due to the endless amount of tears that had been pouring out them and the mischievous glint that resided in her eye had now disappeared, making her worry and sadness instantly recognisable to Justin.

"Hey you okay?" He asked sitting on her bed, "I'm sorry I didn't realise you'd been…"

"I'd been what?"

"Crying. Why have you been crying is everything okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Well clearly you're not, has someone upset you? Have you had a fight with Mom? Dad? Mason?"

"Justin I'm fine, now leave me alone."

"Alex I'm not stupid-"

"And I'm not some little kid! Please justin, I'm fine just really tired so please just let me sleep."

"Okay," Justin nodded, "I'll see you at dinner. But you know no matter where I am or what im doing, if you ever, ever need to talk about abseloutely anything I'm here for you."

He squeezed her leg, that was buried under the bed sheets, reassuringly before getting up to leave.

"Wait justin!" Alex called.

He turned and smiled at her kindly, "yeah? What's up?"

'Oh nothing, I just found out im pregnant but whatever right?'

Alex opened her mouth to speak but found herself speechless. She looked up to her brother who was waiting patiently and forced a fake smile on to her face. "It's good to have you home."

Justin chuckled to himself, "get some sleep its making you delirious! See you at dinner."

Once again Alex was left alone, she gave a heavy sigh as she lean back on to her jewelled headboard. "What am I going to do?"

Suddenly a surge of pain rushed through Alex's head, forcing her eyes shut she then clung on to her head as she let out a painful whine before rolling out of the bed and scrambling across the floor.

"Justin!" She tried to shout, but her once powerful voice was now nothing but a hushed whisper.

Unable to cope with the pain Alex curled up on the floor and began to weep quietly to herself. Eventually after several gruelling minutes Alex found the strength to lift up her head, it agressively throbbed and it felt heavy on her shoulders. But still Alex found the energy to prop herself up, she looked over to the nearby mirror and examined her reflection.

"What the…"

Alex approached the mirror and looked closely at her eyes, once dark and shining they had now altered to a vivid yellow. She made her eyes blink frantically until the strange colour vanished from her Iris, returning to its natural hazel colour Alex gently rubbed her eyes and stared in to the mirror dumbfounded.

"What is happening to me? And why do I have a feeling it has something to do with you?"

She rested her hand softly on to her stomach and looked down at it nervously. A thousand thoughts started to run through her mind and she had no idea what she should do about any of them.

"Alex!" She heard her mother call from downstairs, "dinner!"

"Coming!"