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“The food?” Ben asks eagerly, reaching over to take the plate. Seb growls at him, and Ben pouts at me.
“No. The bond the four of you have with my daughter.”
“Much like the bond we have with you, it cannot be broken. We are going to be in her life, biologically related or not,” Christopher says. “Now, I need to go. I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes. I’ll be back at five.”
He grabs his computer, eyes me up with a weird look, before shaking his head and leaving. I don’t know why it hurts as much as it did that he didn’t say bye, but the cold, detached exit sends ice running down my spine.
Phoebe unlatches herself and starts to cry, so I quickly undo the sling to get her out of it. Her little fists are clenched together as she bawls. There’s no tears, just loud cries.
And then it happens.
She morphs in front of my eyes.
Her tiny form shimmers and shifts faster than my human eyes can track. Fur sprouts out of her as the air crackles with some ethereal kind of magic, and then she’s no longer got two feet.
As my hand brushes against my child’s new form, the fur tickling my skin, I shriek and drop her. My breaths come out in ragged gasps as I clutch at my chest, and thankfully, Seb’s hands dart out to catch Phoebe so no harm befalls her.
My hands are trembling as I clutch at the sling still around me, and as Seb brings Phoebe into him, I scoot off his lap to get away from them. I can’t be around the… her.
The first time she shifted, I was terrified. Understandably.
But the second? I am still terrified.
She’s… she’s my baby, but she’s not human. A shiver runs down my spine as I stare at the wolf. My daughter, my flesh and blood, has changed into something so not human.
She’s so different from me.
So much more.
Fear, awe, and a deep longing for the life we used to live races through me, and I know my reaction wasn’t awful, considering… but I should’ve done better. I shouldn’t have screamed.
And, yet, I did. I freaked out and dropped her.
She could’ve been hurt if it weren’t for Seb.
“Come here, little butterfly,” Alex murmurs, gently tugging me from the table. The sparks are comforting across my skin, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me. Christopher rushes back into the room, and his eyes widen seeing the tiny wolf.
“Come through to the living room, princess,” Christopher demands, but I can’t move.
My baby is a wolf. She’s gorgeous. Light grey, similar to the colouring of my… of the werewolves in the room, with bright grey eyes. They’re still grey in this form, which surprises me since the quadruplets all have different eye colours.
I wonder if that’s just a coincidence or if it means something.
Seb’s holding her, a beautiful smile on his face, and she’s laid on his hands, her eyes trained on him. My heart is pounding, the echo sounding in my head and across my body, and I hate myself for reacting how I did.
“It’s okay,” Alex soothes, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. “You did amazing.”
“She screamed. Like a little girl. And ran away.” Ben eyes me with interest, and he cocks his head in the same way my daughter has just done. “Are you scared of all wolves or just the babies who can’t hurt you?”
“Shut up, Ben,” Christopher snarls, shaking his head. “Seb, are you good with Phoebe?”
He nods, not even looking at us, as he cuddles my daughter into his chest.
“Then you two, with me,” Christopher demands, not even pausing as he turns and storms from the room. I cling to Alex’s hand and let him tug me from the room. He holds onto me, providing the support I need as we move into the living room.
I sink into the sofa, and Alex wraps a blanket around me. I can’t decide who it smells like more, but it’s so soothing and nice that I cuddle it around me even further.
Christopher comes to sit on my right, on the same sofa, and shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”
