Mother Wolf Ch. 22

Clawdeen Wolf is in the dressing room in front of a vanity. "You got this ghoul. You've been waiting your whole life for this," she's wearing a specially made paw print dress that the werewolf herself designed. The ghoul is then startled when a knock comes at her door. "Uh, hang on! I'm almost ready! Don't have time for this!"

"Not even for your sister to wish you good luck!?" a voice says from the other side of the door.

The fashion ghoul gets up and walks over to the door, "Howleen?" as soon as the door opens, her younger sister is indeed standing there wearing the same dress that the expecting Wolf had worn on her first date with Bram. And true to what her sister had said, the dress stretched to accommodate the growth of her belly. "What are you doing here?" the older Wolf sibling leads the younger one over to the vanity and sets her down in the chair. "You're supposed to be home resting."

That's when Toralei announces her own presence. "I tried telling her the same thing," the orange werecat is wearing a specially made red pants suit with black stripes running down the sides. The werecat strolls up to where Howleen was resting and ruffles her hair. "But Kitten here was determined to get out of the house."

Howleen smacks the hand away. "Can you blame me? I've been stuck at home doing nothing but homework, reading, and watching tv. It's one thing when that's your choice but it's a whole different dog park when you're not supposed to do anything else."

"I understand that you're restless, but you need to go now," Clawdeen takes out her iCoffin. "I'm calling Mom to take you home."

"How do you think I got here?"

"She brought you here?"

"Look," Howleen reaches for her older sister's hand. "I know you're worried about me. Both of you," she then glances at Toralei. "But one night out where I'll mostly be sitting isn't going to cause me to pop two weeks early. This is your big day, Clawdeen. I just want to be here for you."

Clawdeen looks at her little sister with those pleading eyes and then lets out a sigh. "Okay. But you're not staying for the after party."

"Deal! As long as you bring me some of the leftover food."

"I think I can work with that," the fashion ghoul laughs before turning to the werecat. "Alright, Toralei. You and I need to head to the runway."

"I'll be there. But I want to take Kitten to her seat first," the cat insists.

"Nah," Howleen waves it off. "You go on ahead. I know where I'm sitting," she suggests. "I'll be out in a moment. I just need to rest my feet for a bit."

"Are you sure?" the older Wolf asks.

"Go on," the younger Wolf lets out a slight giggle. "I'll be fine."

"If you're sure." With that, both Clawdeen and Toralei leaves the dressing room.

As soon as the door closes, Howleen throws her hands over her belly. "Oof!" she knows what this pain means as it has been explained to her multiple times by both her mom and Bram's mom. "Okay, guys. Just fang in there for a little while. This day is for Clawdeen. Please do this for her, alright?" she clutches her abdomen again. "Ow!"

.oOo.

Bram stands up from his seat at the table. He is currently in a meeting with Vlad Transyl, Queen Elissabat, and the other Vampire Lords, minus Dracula.

The First Vampire looks over at him. "What's wrong, my boy? You look like something crawled up your keister."

"I, I can't explain it, Great Grandpa Vlad," the young vampire looks at the Elder. "But something's wrong with Howleen. I can feel it," he immediately turns to the nearest window and runs towards it. "I have to go!" as soon as he jumps out, Bram turns into a bat and flies off.

"So unprofessional of a Vampire Lord," one of the present Lords comments.

"Indeed," another agrees. "Taking off in the middle of a meeting for some ghoul."

That irked Vlad and he turned his chair towards them. "Not just some ghoul. His ghoul!" he snaps. "You cannot tell me that if you were in his place you would not be worried for your significant other. If you say that you wouldn't because your ghouls aren't non-vampires, then you should be ashamed of yourselves. It's stuff like this that makes me regret forming this stupid council!"

"But they are lesser than us!" one of the Lords argued. "We are pureblood—"

"Enough of the pureblood nonsense!" Great Grandpa Vlad snaps. "I never cared about that. So, you better keep your fangs silent. I'd hate to lose my favorite shoe up your tush," he threatens before turning to one of his attendants. "Get my jet ready!" then he heads towards the same window that Bram flew out of.

Elissabat worriedly looks to him. "What are you doing, Great Grandpa Vlad?"

"Something I haven't done in centuries," the stands and creaking can be heard from his bones. He struggles to get on the windowsill, but once he did he falls over and out.

"Great Grandpa Vlad!" Elissabat shouts as she leans over the window as wells as the other attendant and the remaining Vampire Lords.

An old wrinkly bat flies up. "See!" the First Vampire's voice leaves the bat. "Just like riding a bike," then the bat transforms into Vlad. "Uh-oh!" and he falls before changing back. "Of course, I was never good with bikes," and he flies off towards the same direction Bram went.

Bram was a good distance away before he heard huffing. Turning his head, the boy sees a wrinkly bat trying to catch up to him.

"What do you think you're doing?" the bat asks in a familiar voice.

Bram's eyes widen. "Great Grandpa Vlad?"

"Are you really trying to fly all the way back to New Salem yourself?" the First Vampire huffs and starts struggling to stay air born. "You'd be lucky to make it to Scaris before your too pooped go any further?"

Bram flies next to him, to assist with his flight. "Well, what am I supposed to do!?"

"My jet is being prepped for take off as we speak. I can guarantee it'll have us there before you make it through all ninety-seven greats of my name."

"Thank you, Great Grandpa Vlad. I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, my boy," the First Vampire then alters his course. "Now let's get going. My wings are getting tired."

.oOo.

The show went off without a hitch. Clawdeen and all her friends owned the runway.

Now that the show is over, the fashion ghoul is handed a microphone.

"Thank you all for coming here today," Clawdeen speaks into the mic. "I especially like to thank Freak Chic for giving me this chance as well as to allow all my friends to show off these fierce styles," she turns to all the ghouls and mansters who are still wearing the outfits that the werewolf herself designed. "And of course, I couldn't have done this without the support of my family. My parents, my brother. And my sis—Howleen!?" the ghoul stops once her eyes landed on her little sister who is holding onto her stomach in discomfort as their parents do their best to reassure the expecting ghoul.

Clawdeen instantly hops off the stage and lands in front of her sister. "Howleen!? What's wrong?"

"I think I'm having contractions," the youngest Wolf answers.

"Howleen," Harriet looks her in the eyes. "When did they start?"

"Just, just before the show," she hesitantly tells them.

"What?" Clawdeen nearly shouts. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because of the show," Howleen admits. "I swear, Clawdeen, I didn't know this would happen. If I did I would have stayed home and watched it all on my phone. I just wanted to be here for your big day. I knew it meant so much to you."

"Forget the show!" the older sister snaps as she assists her mom with getting Howleen up. "We need to get you to the hospital now!" she then shouts at the audience. "Shows over! Enjoy the after party!"

"W-wait!" Howleen stops. "What about Bram? He said he'd be here."

Harriet looks sadly at her daughter. "I'm sorry, hun, but he's in Transylvania right now. I'll give him a call, but I doubt he'll get here in time."

.oOo.

The hospital doors burst open as Howleen is led in by her mom and sister with nearly the entire Monster High student body behind them.

"Hurry!" Harriet shouts. "The pups are coming!"

A team of nurses were quick to bring a bed and assist in resting the expecting Wolf on it.

"Okay," a skeleton nurse says as she quickly examines her. "We need to bring her to the delivery room."

"I can't do this!" Howleen manages to heave out. "Not, not without Bram."

"Look, we can't wait. These babies are coming now."

Just as the nurses start pushing the bed, the youngest Wolf screams. "Bram!"

That's when the hospital entrance bursts open once again. This time by a small bat that tumbles onto the floor and across it. As soon as the bat is in front of the bed with Howleen it changes into a blonde vampire.

"I'm here!" Bram shouts as he stands back up. "I'm here, Howleen," he grabs her hand. "Just as I promise."

Howleen lets out a small laugh. "I knew you would be." The ghoul then lets out another scream and Bram ends up flinching as his hand gets crushed.

"Now the babies are coming," the skeleton repeats. "Let's go!" with that, they are led through the doors where no one else is allowed to pass.

Great Grandpa Vlad rolls his chair up next to Harriet and the Wolf Matriarch turns do him.

"How'd you know that the pups were on their way or to come here even?"

"I didn't," the First Vampire admits. "Bram did. The bond between those two goes deeper then I imagined. I expect great things from the boy and your daughter."

End

NOTE: I really hope I did alright with the timeline for the pregnancy. I did my best to keep track but even reviewing the previous chapters, things got complicated. Numbers make my head hurt.