Grace
I sat in the living room holding my son and telling him everything would be fine. Sam turned the heat up so the house was hot like a sauna. I kept rocking back and forth with fear in my heart. After about an hour of quiet, Sam sat next to me and gestured for me to give him our son with blood still on his hands. I did. He whispered to our son smoothly and quietly.
I can't let go of my son, the memories that have to pass. Your life is more valuable than mine, but I wish I could turn the hands of time. My curse is not yours to bear, please my son, calm your shivers and linger here. I wouldn't let go of my son.
I was amazed at how well Tyler responded. He slowly stopped shivering and fell asleep. Sam took him up stairs to our room and by the time I got up there he was curled up with his son in our bed. I suddenly felt protective over my perfect family. If any she-wolf tried to get in the way of my husband of yellow eyes and my curled haired son it would be the last thing they did.
The next few weeks we kept careful watch on Tyler but nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Soon Tyler was in 1st grade and loving his new coloring book the next thing we knew he was a 4th grader telling us "yo momma" jokes and scoring soccer goals at every game. I felt time fly by in my own little world that had buried the box of painful memories like that night, my parents I had left, and even the fear of him shifting.
I was actually excited when I had some news to tell Tyler in 5th grade. "Honey did Michael leave yet?" I asked him from the dinner table were me and Sam were preparing to tell him the big news. "Yeah mom he left like 10 minutes ago." He replied from his Xbox 360 game. "Tyler can you come in here for some big news?" Sam asked kindly. His beautiful yellow eyes still made my heart stop even after all these years even if I could see faint age lines around them. "Cool! Are we getting a new house? A boat? A PS3?" He said enthusiastically as he ran to the kitchen decorated with his art and poems from Sam. "Something better." I said. His big green eyes lit up as he sat down eager to hear the news. "Tyler, I am pregnant and that means you might be getting a new baby brother or sister soon." I cooed sweetly. His face turned confused. " Aw, really? Not a new house? Are you kidding?" He asked. Sam frowned "Ty it's a big responsibility to have a new baby brother or sister and its going to be a lot of fun." He said. The rest of the night he asked questions and spoke of how much fun a brother would be. It ended happily and I didn't think anything could go wrong but it always did.
I climbed the steps to our room and found Sam reading his latest novel on the bed with his reading glasses. I turned toward the window behind our house to watch the beautiful night creep up and saw the huge full moon. As soon as I saw it wolves started howling low and menacing. Sam looked up quickly and we stared at each other. I then hearing a faint sound in Tyler's bed room I made my way to his room and slowed opened the door a little. There, wrapped in his blankets, was my little curly haired son howling lowly and inhuman like in his sleep. Before the thought could even form words in my head I knew the feeling in my gut was true. That time was turning my son and the older he got the closer the time was coming. I slid my shaky hand to my flat stomach and Sam was next to me before the tears could fall.