The sound of the music was pounding in his head as he walked through the group of dancing college students with his tie around his head and half flung over his shoulder. Holding up a red solo cup Hamish high fived a random guy he didn't actually know but who really cared? Throwing back the drink in his cup he crushed the cup in his hand and threw it over his shoulder. It felt great to not care about anything, it felt great to throw away responsibilities and drink Vera out of his head and everything she stood for. Most days he was nothing but faithful and always doing his best to help her and take the weight off her shoulders but tonight he had a new motto to drink to. Grabbing another drink from the table. "To hell with shitty girlfriends."

Hamish half drank and half spilled the drink down his shirt as Randal came into the room seeing Hamish stumbling towards him. "Randal, buddy." He nearly fell into Randal making the smaller dude have to hold him up. "Come on, this party is amazing. Do you want a drink? I have a drink here." He gave Randal the empty cup before patting him on the head. "It's party time, I'm single tonight and probably for the rest of my life because…" He pointed at Randal. "I figured out love is dead, you will always have your heart get torn out and left to die. Maybe Vera is a werewolf."

Randal raised his hands and pulled Hamish back. "Shhhh, let's not talk about that here in public dude."

"You know Randal you better be careful before Gabrielle rips your heart out too. There is nothing worse in all the world. Maybe we should be single together." Randal kept trying to lead him towards the door as he pulled out his cellphone to send a text. "Who are you talking to?" He tried to look at the phone but stumbled forward and did a face dive into the ground.

"Oh." Randal cried out for Hamish. "Dude, you are the worst drunk." Randal helped Hamish back up and took him down the steps of the frat house where Gabby was waiting in her car. "Come on Hamish, we are going home."

Randal opened the back door and helped Hamish inside giving him a pat on the back. "He better not throw up in here because these are Italian leather seats."

They drove back to the den and Gabrielle helped Randal usher the drunk Hamish back into the den and laid him down on the couch. "I don't think he's going to make it up the stairs, we should just leave him down here."

"Good idea, I'll let Lilith know that Hamish is…"

"Lilith knows." She responded as she looked down the stairs at them all. "And he looks like hell." She started down the stairs looking at Randal and then to Gabrielle. She still hated her but Midnight wasn't the sort of wolf who showed up to play games. For that she had to respect the girl. "What's his deal."

"Vera Stone, go figure."

"Did she turn on us, do we get to kill her?"

"No Ms. Bathory." Vera stepped into the den and watched the other wolves turn to glare at her. Suddenly Gabrielle turned back to Randal and hit him in the chest.

"You told her."

Randal tried to defend himself, "Hey, I figured she'd like to at least know her baby daddy was out at a party trying to virtually drown himself in alcohol."

Vera visibly cringed hearing Randal talk, especially now. They could have picked at her any other day and she would have shrugged it off but today Vera was not willing to deal with them. Having heard Vera Hamish sat up on the sofa almost falling over the back of it. "Oh Vera, you look so beautiful. Are you okay?" Even being utterly plastered he was still worried enough to make sure she wasn't here because she was in trouble.

"I'm fine Hamish." She sat down next to him as Randal sort of pushed the other wolves upstairs. Gabby standing back the longest and looking at them both with a sort of 'd'awww' look in her eyes before Randal was finally able to move her too.

"Good, you need to take care of yourself Vera, I worry about you, a lot, almost all the time though sometimes I just wonder what you are doing when I'm in class. Then I worry…" He stopped and looked down at her stomach fighting back tears in his eyes. Before he could hold them back Hamish was crying, his head falling down onto her shoulder. Vera wrapped her arms around him, running a hand through his hair and trying to comfort him.

"I'm sorry Hamish, I shouldn't have told you." She regretted it now, it should have been kept to herself and just dealt with.

"No Vera, I don't want you to go through this alone. You have always been alone but you don't have to be alone anymore. We can get through this." He hugged her back through his tears didn't stop. He couldn't pretend the whole situation didn't make him sad. He couldn't pretend that he wasn't hurting from the news and the conclusion of what Vera was going to do. Hamish slowly lowered his head down on her lap, tears still in his eyes as he looked up at her. "You know, Angus would have been a really nice name though."

Vera sighed, her chest feeling heavy but even worse was the feeling she got looking down at Hamish. He was such a kicked puppy, he was being so kind but behind his eyes he looked so hurt and betrayed. Hamish closed his eyes, going quiet for a while. Vera tried to move his head off her lap but discovered he was actually pretty heavy. Poking him a few times she tried to wake him up but he'd passed out and he smelled like beer and gin, and she felt sick to her stomach. What a horrid little mess she'd gotten herself into. Letting out another sigh and knowing Hamish wasn't continuous anymore Vera just looked down at him feeling like she might cry too. She brushed her tears away internally cursing her hormones, "Yeah, Angus Duke. That's pretty cute."

Hamish woke up in a white room with a white bedspread and a big picture window that went out to a yard with an old oak tree and a tire swing hanging from it. He furrowed his brow and sat up looking around the room. It was a nice and tidy room with a sort of Vera looking athletic to it. Very modern art deco which was her thing. Looking over to the bed stand beside him he rubbed his eyes trying to clear the sleep before startling and grabbing a picture that was sitting there. "What the?" He looked at the photo of him in a nice black tux looking dapper and sharp as ever but what shocked him more was in the photo Vera had been standing next to him in a lovely white wedding dress and damn, she looked so stunning.

Hamish could hear someone running down the hall then towards the room putting him on edge before the door swung open and a little boy came darting towards him. "Daddy." A voice cried out as a little boy with dirty blonde hair jumped up on the bed next to him. The child threw his arms around Hamish curling under one of his arms as Vera walked in after him.

"Angus, what did I say, let your father rest."

Hamish looked up at her, as stunned and as awed by her as ever. She looked happy, something he rarely saw her as often. Just content and happy and softened around the edges. Looking down at the little boy he smiled at him, his big green eyes looking up at him just like his mother's eyes. The boy smiled with his mother's smile and all Hamish could do was pull the four year old closer to him and hug him. That's when Hamish started to notice the other pictures around the room, one of a newborn baby laying down in a field of flowers, his eyes shut tight with a little wolf hat on his head. Another picture was of the same little boy slightly younger in a raincoat and a yellow umbrella with a small ducky following him.

Vera reached down and picked the little boy up holding him in her arms as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Well since you so successfully woke up your father." Vera looked down at Hamish making him smile. Was it weird to think the same woman who terrorized acolyte's and sometimes made him, a full grown man and werewolf tremble with fear looked like such a natural with that little boy in her arms. She made it seem so effortless as the little boy cuddled into his mother and secretly sort of also wiped his nose on her shirt. "Breakfast is in the kitchen." She smiled at him and turned to carry the boy back down the hall.

Hamish got out of bed putting his side of the bed back together since it looked like Vera had already tried making her side. Hamish then followed the direction Vera had gone looking over the pictures in the hallway. Some of them were of the little boy, snapshots of his life from him being covered in cake on his first birthday to a picture of him crying in the lap of a very terrifying easter bunny. Hamish paused at another picture, he choked up a little looking it over, a picture of him holding Vera while she rested a hand on her belly, smiling up at him. Finally making it into the kitchen he smiled seeing Angus already at the table and eating a bowl of cereal rather sloppily with a spoon.

He walked up to Vera kissing her on the cheek and holding her in his arms a moment. Normally Vera would have asked what was up with him but this Vera just spun around in his grasp and kissed him back. Sitting down in a chair next to Angus Hamish smiled at the boy he'd come to understand was his son or more so their son. It felt odd realizing that he and Vera had a son together. Of course it wasn't so unthinkable considering Vera was technically carrying his child right now. Leaning over close to the boy he took a napkin and cleaned up some of his spilled milk. "That good?"

The little boy nodded yes as he took another spoonful and put it in his mouth losing a cheerio or two. Hamish cleaned up his new mess and smiled at the little guy, it was alarming how much he looked like Vera. "How are you doing this morning?"

The little boy looked back at Hamish with a smile on his face and offered Hamish a spoonful of his cereal. It didn't take much for Hamish and Tundra to agree they would lay their life down for that little guy, he was the most important thing to them in the whole world. "Angus honey, you need to finish up breakfast. We need to get you dressed for preschool."

Hamish started eating his own breakfast giving sideways glances to the little boy, a sense of pride coming over him. "Vera, I can take him for you. That way you can get to the temple in time."

"Alright, that's fine by me. Angus are you okay with daddy taking you today?"

The little boy smiled up at her still kicking his legs under the table. "Yes mommy." God, he was so freaking cute, Hamish couldn't have been any more ecstatic to have such a remarkable little person in his life. Was he in his life though? Was he real? Once Hamish had finished his breakfast he took both his plate and his son's bowl to the sink and cleaned them out before ushering his son back to his bedroom. Angus walked into his bedroom first followed by Hamish who ended up stepping into a dark misty forest. Immediate panic hit him, where was his son?

"Angus?" Hamish shouted out. Walking deeper into the forest. There was another werewolf somewhere, he could smell them. "Hey Angus." Hearing a child scream Hamish picked up his speed running as quickly as he could. When he came across a terrifying scene he nearly dropped to his knees. Alpha, the great white werewolf had a small boy by the throat shaking him violently but it wasn't his boy, it wasn't Angus. Alpha dropped the child dead upon the ground making Hamish shakily crawl towards him. He was slumped next to a slightly older boy, both wearing older styles clothing, faces blank and lifeless with throats slit. They looked so familiar to him but why? Hamish could hear a woman screaming, that earth shattering cry of a mother whose heart had just broken. Inside his chest he felt Tundra stir, a startling pain ripping through his body at some distant memory.

Shaking awake Hamish sat back up, sweat dripping from his forehead. Vera's hand touched his face calming him down a moment, still breathing heavily as she held him close to her. "It's alright Hamish, it was just a nightmare. It's alright."