Allison was about to do something when she heard a noise from the foyer. "Allison, w'ere back," yelled her mother.
"Oh my Gosh."
"Allison, was that your parents? What are you going to do? Wha-" Allison cut him off by shutting the computer and scooping her were-daughter into her arms.
"Allison are you here?" her father yelled as he shut the door behind him. Suddenly Charlotte's nose started to wiggle and she scratched at Allison trying to get out of her tight grasp. "There you are. Why weren't you answering us?" Chris asked Allison, whose back was stilled turned to them.
"Uh, dad." Allison said as she turned around and held Charlotte out.
Her father's smile fell and his eye's filled with darkness. "Is that…?"
"Yeah," Allison said, then the rest of the family walked into the room.
"Who's the pup?" Kate asked suspiciously.
"Uhm, I'm dog sitting for Lydia. She bought a new puppy and she felt like she was giving it to much attention, so she had me watch her for a night so that she could give Prada, her other dog, some alone time," she answered, surprised at how quickly she made up the lie.
"Where's Charlotte?" her grandfather asked.
"She's in my room, asleep. She had a long day, so I put her down early."
"You should probably go check on her then," Chris said as his eyebrows pointed to the stairs.
"Great idea Dad, thanks. Goodnight guys." She said, then walked to the stairs. As she made her way past her mom, aunt, and grandpa, Charlotte started growling and stretched her arm out to scratch them angrily. "She's a little cranky. Probably had a long day too. Goodnight guys."
She quickly climbed up the stairs to her room and closed the door, locking it behind her. Then she sat Charlotte on the bed. As the little werewolf pup ran around in circles, Allison whispered, "Okay, Honey. Mommy thinks you look so super cute right now, but I need you to please change back to a human baby."
Charlotte didn't even register what her mother said. She just took a sharp turn and ran right into the pile of pillows on Allison's bed. She looked conflicted as she laid on her back, moving around her little legs like she was running on air. If it wasn't such a bad time, Allison would have laughed at her daughter's antics, but she had to find a way to change her back. She scooped her daughter into her arms and rocked her back and forth. "Please, I need you to be baby Charlotte again." Suddenly she got an idea. She walked over to her phone, went through multiple fingerprint protected files, till she got to the one of Scott holding Charlotte on her first day home. It was her favorite photo. She turned it to Charlotte and said, "Look, it's Daddy. Daddy is a human here, that's what I need you to be."
Charlotte looked at the photo for a few moments, before her eyes glowed and she turned back into human.
"Oh, thank God," she said then let out a breath and held Charlotte tight. "Don't do that to Mommy ever again. At least not why we live here. When we move out, I promise you can be just as you are." Allison laid down in her bed with Charlotte on her chest. As she watched her sleep, fear gathered inside her stomach. She knew her daughter was a werewolf, but she thought she would have years before she fully changed. Derek told her and Scott that born wolves didn't fully evolve till they were five or six, but apparently, he was wrong.
She just wanted to be able to be free of her life. She wanted to run away with Scott and Charlotte, but she knew her family would find her. Plus, she couldn't do that to Melissa, who has been nothing but a blessing to the teen parents and, of course, Stiles. She would never try to break up that bromance. She knew that Stiles would do anything for any of them, but it was so hard.
Suddenly, a light knock came from the door and she could immediately tell who it was. "Come in, Dad."
Her dad slowly opened the door, then walked in and shut it behind him. His glance softened when he saw human Charlotte sleeping on his daughter's chest. "Hey, I'm glad to see that she's back to normal. What happened?"
Allison brushed her hand through Charlotte's hair. "I don't know. Scott was showing her his other eyes and she was mirroring him, but then when Scott fully transformed, poof, she was a baby wolf."
"Huh, well I think they believed the lie you told them. We're all going to bed now. I love you" he said then gave her a kiss on the forehead. "And I love you, too," he said as he did the same with Charlotte.
Allison held on to Charlotte for a while until her eyes started to droop. She then carried her little baby, who apparently wasn't so little, over to her crib and laid her in it, while humming a relaxing lullaby.
The next day was a Saturday, so she got up at the same time as usual, but instead of going to work, called in sick and drove to Scott's house. He opened the door while letting out a loud yawn. "Allison!" he said surprised. "What are you doing here? Don't you have work?"
"We need to figure out what happened last night." Allison said nervously as she clutched Charlotte close.
"Come in," he said, then held his arms out for their daughter. Once she was handed over, she let out a loud, happy squeal, making both teens cover their ears. "Hey girly, did you miss me?" Charlotte let out a gurgle in response. "I missed you, too."
"I was thinking we should ask someone if they know anything about what happened last night. Maybe they can give us some insight as to why she changed so young." Allison said.
Scott walked into the den while bouncing Charlotte against his chest and said, "She looks fine Allison. Don't you look fine? Yes, you do. You look better than fine, you look perfect. Mommy's just being crazy, isn't she?" Charlotte laughed.
"Scott, please don't fight me on this. I know she's probably fine, but I need someone with a little more experience to tell me that. Also, I need to know if she's just going to be doing this randomly, because if she is then she's in serious danger. She can't live in a house with werewolf hunters if she's a werewolf herself."
"Well, we knew she was a werewolf," he said as he picked up one of Charlotte's toys from the couch and handed it to her.
"Yeah, but I thought all we'd have to worry about is glowing eyes, not having her wolf-out while at Pre-school or worse, right in front of my family again." Scott could see it was making her stressed, he just didn't know how he was supposed to help.
"Well, if you want to talk to someone, then we'll go talk to someone. Who did you have in mind, Deaton?"
Allison scrunched up her face and bit her lip. "What?" Scott asked.
"I was thinking someone else."
Half an hour later they were walking up the steps of an old abandoned building, but Scott was still apprehensive. "I don't know. He's not exactly known for his kid-friendly ways. Also, let's not forget when I told him you were pregnant, he told me to convince you to have an A-B-O-R-T-I-O-N" he spelled.
Allison laughed. "Scott, she's 7 months old. She doesn't know what were talking about. He was just worried about everything and remember the fact that his family was killed by mine. It makes sense that he didn't want another one of us walking around," she said sadly, then planted a soft kiss on Charlotte's head.
Scott stopped where the stairs met the hallway. "Yeah, but if he says anything like that again, I'll rip his arm off."
"Will you?" said a surprised voice behind them, making Scott jump.
"Derek," he said as he turned around.
"Hello Scott. Allison," he said with a nod. "What are you two-make that, you three, doing here?"
"We need your help," Scott mumbled to the floor.
"What?" Derek asked, even though he clearly heard what Scott had said.
"I said we need your help," he said with much more conviction. "Charlotte changed last night. Into like, a full-on baby wolf. We need to know if that's normal and if there is a way to control it till she's older."
Derek raised his brow, then waved for them to come into his apartment. When they got in, he patted the end of a long table and said, "Place her here."
Allison sat Charlotte down and made a few funny faces to help the baby not notice the obvious tension in the room, but Charlotte didn't even crack a smile. She just looked up at Derek with her big, teardrop shaped brown eyes and chubby cheeks, questioning if he was a friend or foe.
"What were you doing before she changed?" he asked as he inspected her.
"I was flashing my eyes at her, then she flashed her eyes back, then I fully shifted and then poof, baby wolf."
"Hmm," Derek said then scratched at his chin. He leaned down until he was eye level with Charlotte, who decided Derek was her best friend and placed her hands on both sides of his face.
"Bababa," she babbled, like she was telling him a story. Derek closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they glowed red. Charlotte giggled, then she glowed her piercing yellow eyes back at him. Then Derek changed fully and waited, but Charlotte didn't flinch. She just sat there, still human, but with her flashing eyes tracing over his werewolf features. She reached for his nose and tapped it, then said, "Bo."
He changed back, which made Charlotte sad. "You try," he commanded Scott. Scott knelt down in front of the table. He gave his daughter a bright smile, before wolfing out. Almost immediately after, Charlotte curled up, then suddenly she went from a ball of baby to a ball of fur. She waved her feet at Scott, who picked her up and held her against his chest.
"See what we mean?" said Allison.
Derek thought it over for a few minutes, then said, "It can't be. No that's just a legend."
"Well a couple years ago I thought werewolves were just a legend. Try us."
Derek crossed his arms and told him, "There was this story of this wolf that my mom used to tell us about. He could turn ever since he was a baby. They said even his kids and grandkids could do it too. They called him a true alpha," Derek told them.
Scott huffed. "Well, last time I checked, I was a beta, so it can't be it, right?"
Derek looked unsure of himself, but still said, "Sure, it's probably something else."