"Are you feeling ok Sue?" I asked her.
She shook her head a little. "I was kind of frightened at first when your son turned into a wolf. I'd never heard of this or even witnessed it before. After I saw Dr. Cullen here, I just started getting worried."
"I understand how you feel Sue. Especially since I know what it's like for a child to be a part of all this. I never thought that our son would turn so soon. And with Paul being the third to turn in the pack… I just don't like to think of what could happen." I said frowning at the thought of what could possibly happen.
Sue understood what I meant. Both of her children were part of the pack. So we were never sure what was going to happen with them. It really was a terrifying thought. I sat there in silence with Sue for a minute. She went to lay down my daughter in her crib. My son went outside to circle the house a couple times. I assume Paul wanted him to check for any scents that might be nearby of unwanted visitors.
Sue came and sat down on the couch beside me again. She looked at me as if she were trying to word her worries. It seemed unlike Sue to not be able to speak when she needed to. I was starting to worry that she wasn't going to tell me anything good.
"I'm sorry that I may have caused you worry. Thank you for talking with me though. Would you mind if I stayed here tonight? Since Harry has been gone and the kids spend most of their time elsewhere, I get lonely." Sue explained.
"Of course Sue. You can sleep up in my and Paul's bed. I'll sleep down here." I told her.
Sue hugged me and said thank you. I told her she was welcome to use anything of mine that needed. She walked upstairs to get some rest. She looked as if she been awake for a couple days. I felt bad for her in all honesty. I sat on the couch and watched tv.
I waited for Paul to return. He was gone all night and most of the morning. I was really worried that he'd never really come back. I of course decided later that he would. He loved his family too much to just leave them like this. I realized being tired and overreacting was something I tended to be good at.
Around ten that morning, Paul walked in looking just as bad as me. He looked wore out and tired. He sank down to the couch beside me. He placed an arm around, closed his eyes and laid his head back before he started snoring. Not long after that, I fell asleep beside him. We lay there for a little bit with each other.