Mother Wolf Ch. 11

A week later, the entire Fear Squad plus Ghoulia, Howleen, Toralei, and Twyla are sitting around in the library. Officially, this is the Monster High Welcome Committee's monthly meeting. Unofficially, the ghouls just wanted an excuse fangout during school hours.

"I'm worried about Nefera," Cleo voices.

Clawdeen growls, "You really want to talk about that desert rat now!?"

"I know what she did was wrong, and she deserves a lot worse than what punishment she's currently receiving," the mummy informs them. "But since she was sent to Aunt Hathor's farm, she messaged both me and daddy daily. But last week, nothing. I inquired father about it as I figured maybe he just stopped taking her calls or had Aunt Hathor limit her phone use. But he too seems worried," she looks around at the other ghouls. "I know she's everyone's least favorite person, but she's still my sister."

Clawdeen just scoffs. "Fine! She's family! I get that. But I'm sure that her name is the last thing that Howleen would ever want to hear. Right, Howleen?" the older Wolf sister does not receive a reply from the younger one. "Howleen?" turning around, she finds the said ghoul sitting in a nearby chair gently placing her hands over her stomach and pressing down on it, with a very stern look on her face. The pink haired ghoul does this on different spots on her belly. "Howleen?"

"Huh?" she briefly glances up before looking back down. "Yeah, yeah! Everyone's worried about Nefera," the ghoul continues doing what she's been doing.

"Uh, Howleen?" Clawdeen calls again, catching her sister's attention. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to feel a kick. I'm told that babies usually start kicking around month four, but I'm about to go into my fifth month and I still haven't felt anything," she pouts as the mother to be finally just rests her hands on her stomach.

"Awe!" the ghouls cooed at the youngest of the Wolf sibling's reaction.

Clawdeen walks up to her baby sister to run her hand through Howleen's hair. "Don't worry, Howleen. I'm sure that it'll happen when they're ready." The two sisters smile at one another.

"She's right, Kitten," Toralei tells the young mother to be. "It's different for each mother. I actually felt mine's first kick before the fourth month," she then mumbles under her breath. "He never stopped until he was delivered actually."

In that moment, Clawdeen's iCoffin goes off. Checking it, the werewolf's eyes shot wide open. "Oh, my ghoul!"

Draculaura runs up to her best friend. "What!? What is it!?"

"That was Freak Chic! They love my designs and want me to personally release my brand on my very own runway," she tells her friends at which, everyone lets out a shriek of excitement before congratulating the fashion ghoul on her success.

.oOo.

Later

After the Welcome Committee's meeting officially dismissed, Howleen and Clawdeen returned home along with Clawd, Draculaura, Twyla, and Toralei. Their parent's have yet to come home as they said they have a surprise for them once they return.

They all sit around the table in the kitchen and just as Toralei was helping Howleen who is struggling with a math problem, the microwave goes off and her ears perk up. "Oh! They're done!" she claps her hands before standing.

"Howleen," Clawd stands up as well. "Let me get that for you."

The youngest Wolf growls. "I will not say that I don't like being coddled. But sometimes, I just want to do things myself, Okay!?"

With a whine, the brother retakes his seat as his ghoulfriend gives him a comforting pat on the arm.

Howleen removes a plate of fish sticks from the microwave. "These thing's are starting to grow on me," she takes a bite out of one.

Twyla gives her best friend an amused look and comments. "At least you stopped dipping them in peanut butter."

"Blech! I don't know if it's me or the pups, but I'm starting to really hate peanut butter."

Everyone laughs at the young mother to be.

The doorbell rings. "I'll get it!" Howleen shouts as she sets the plate down and heads out the kitchen. Clawd gets up, but the youngest Wolf sister snaps. "Clawd, stay!" the brother does as command as well as the following command. "Now, sit! Good boy!"

Howleen walks into the living. "Huh! Maybe this parenting thing won't be as hard as I thought it would," she opens the door and had to stop herself from gasping. "What are you doing here?" she whispers.

Bram stands in the doorway, drenched from the storm and shivering from the cold. "I have no where else to go."

"Come in, quick," Howleen drags him inside. "You're soaking wet. Did you walk here?"

"Yeah, it wasn't easy trying to find where you live. Remind me to thank Hoodude for having loose lips."

"Look, I don't know what's going on, but you can't be here. My parents don't know yet."

"You haven't told them?"

Twyla walks in. "Howleen?" the boogie ghoul gaps at the sight of the blond vampire and runs up to them. "What's he doing here?"

Howleen shrugs. "I don't know."

"Does she know?" Bram asks.

"Of course, she knows. Twyla's my best friend."

"What does Twyla know?" Clawd asks.

The trio had unknowing caused a commotion, attracting the other monsters in the house. They glanced at Howleen's belly and then back at Toralei, Clawd, Clawdeen, and Draculaura.

Draculaura holds a hand up to her mouth.

Toralei's brows rose higher than possible.

Clawdeen bares her teeth at Bram.

With a titled head, Clawd looks from Bram to Twyla, then Howleen, and finally Howleen's midsection. His gaze then shoots back over to Bram. "Why, you—"

Clawdia opens the door and shouts, "I'm home!" she is followed in by her parents and a white furred werewolf.

They stopped at the sight of Toralei in front of Clawdeen, holding the fashion ghoul back, Draculaura hiding behind the couch, and Howleen and Twyla trying to hold back Clawd's fist to prevent him from punching a blond vampire with a black eye who is grasped by the brother's other hand.

"Clawdia?" Howleen lets go of the fist. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I said that I wanted to introduce you to my fiancé, and here he is," she gestures to the pale werewolf. "This is Ivan."

Ivan looks over the scene in the room. "If what we walked in on is a regular occurrence in this family, it's a wonder how you come up with such great stories," he glances at the blond werewolf.

Clawdia shrugs with a smile before turning to her siblings and guests. "Now, I know there's a story here and I must know what it is.

After a moment of explanation, Bram is sitting on a kitchen chair and before he knew it, a raw stake is placed over his black here.

"Here you go, Bram," Harriet tells the vampire.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wolf," the vampire replied. He glances up at the kind werewolf mother. As scary as her husband is sitting across from him, there's something disturbing about Harriet's smile.

Everyone else is scattered across the room. Clawd, Howleen, and Clawdeen are sitting on the couch with the younger wolf sibling being sandwiched between the older two. Draculaura is standing next to Clawd, fearing that her boyfriend might act irrational again. Clawdia and Ivan are off to the side of the two parents. Toralei and Twyla are standing behind Bram, both wearily glancing at Clawd and Clawdeen who appear ready to pounce once again.

Harry points out to his wife. "Isn't that the stake for tomorrow night?"

The mother waves it off. "Don't worry. I used Clawd's piece."

"Mom!?" the brother wolf stands from his seat.

"Clawd! When it comes to our guests, we treat them with respect," the mother explains. "No matter how much we want to rip one eye out just so we can make them watch as the other one is ripped out as well."

That comment makes Bram, Ivan, Twyla, and Toralei flinch.

"Okay," Clawdia speaks up. "So, you're the reason I'm gonna be an aunt. I thank you for that. But…"

"Why are you here?" Harry growls.

With a sigh, Bram confesses, "I have officially been disowned by my family and Howleen was the first person I thought of to turn to."

"Why would they do that?"

The blond vampire looks down, refusing to make eye contact.

Howleen looks down at her stomach and lays her hands over it with her ears drooping. It didn't have to be said, but she understood the reason. The youngest Wolf finds herself being comforted by Clawdeen.

With huff, Harry comments, "Of course, your parents kicked you out for being a stupid and irresponsible boy."

Harriet barks at her husband to silence him.

"Contrary to what you might believe," the former Belfry Prep student speaks up. "That is not what happened."

.oOo.

Two Hours Earlier

Bram takes a deep breath before entering the lounge. His mother and father are sitting in their respective seats across from the fireplace, enjoying some champagne.

"Mother, Father," he approaches his parents. "There's something we must discuss."

His mother sighs, "Bram, darling. You're not still beating yourself over that party you threw?"

"Leave the boy alone, Charlotte," his father insists. "He just wishes to take responsibility for his actions. It's in the Devein blood to do so."

"I understand that, Allister. But it's been months,"

"About four months, three weeks, and four days," Bram announces.

"See, dear? He's memorized it," Charlotte complains. "That's too much for a boy his age. Though," she glances back at her son. "I do wonder what happened to my antique china. I haven't seen them since before the party. Your great aunt had that made for me on my twenty-fifth hundred birthday."

"I'm not certain, Mother. Though I've been looking into it," the young vampire explains. "But the party is involved with the discussion, it's not the full reason."

"Then what is it, boy?" Allister asks.

"What do you know of Howleen Wolf?"

"Ah, yes," his mother nods. "I heard from the other mothers that she is pregnant. And at such a young age."

"They're dogs, Charlotte. It's not surprising that they'd start early. I'm more curious of what degenerate would father children while in high school?" his father comments while taking a sip.

"I would be that degenerate," Bram announces with slight irritation in his voice, and his father coughs up the wine.

Charlotte gasps at her son. "Oh, Bram!"

Allister gets up from his seat to approach his son. "Are you sure?"

"Indeed, Father. It matches up with what I remember from that party and even how far she is into the pregnancy coincides with what happened," the son relays to his parents. "Father, Mother. I plan on taking care of the situation."

"You better!" Allister pulls out a checkbook and starts filling it out. "Here!" and shoves it in his son's hands. "Take this to her and fill out with how ever many zeroes it takes to make sure she shuts up and stays away from our family."

"Father!?"

"Allister!?"

"We need to keep this embarrassment away from our family name!"

"Father," Bram steps up to him. "This is not what I had in mind when I said I was going to take care of it."

"What!?"

"What Howleen is going through, I'm responsible for. I need to do everything in my power to make up for that."

"And you can!" Allister gets up into his son's face. "By offering her as much money as we can and sending her family as far away as possible. We can't let the Devein name be tarnished in such manners because you affiliated yourself with a flea infested mutt!"

Bram glares at his father, "That mutt happens to be the mother of my children. And I refuse to abandon them nor her, Father."

"Don't call me that!" the father warns as he grabs the young vampire by the collar of his shirt.

"Allister?" Charlotte looks over at her husband.

Allister throws his son out the doors of the mansion. "For as long as you insist on being with dogs then I'll treat you as such. You are no longer a member of this family."

"F-father! Wait!?" Bram tries to run up to the doors before they were slammed shut. He slams his fists on them for a while, begging to be let in. But he went unheard.

End

NOTE: If this chapter feels incomplete, that's because it is. This is one of those times where I was writing and realized it was getting too long. So, the other half of this will be published as another chapter.