'The not so human sacrifice' The woman was breathing so hard and so fast. She bit her lips and sobbed on the bed. Malcolm moved in the room and frowned "Claire?"
She edged to sit."Yes." she whispered. She held out her hands to him and caught his hands in hers. "Malcolm.. it's.. coming."
Malcolm held her against him. "Shh... take breaths." And he felt himself change into a werewolf.. and it was hard to hold her on him as she changed.. now in the throes of labor.. of their children... and she was howling.
Malcolm pulled her on the floor and held her to him and wanted to help but his fault when she was suffering.
She felt herself curl up and become a werewolf.... and she screamed and it was inhuman.... she felt Malcolm change with her and he was holding her against him.
Malcolm heard the howling and he joined in and he didn't want to stop... he felt her head against his fur and he lay facing her... this was how they had mated... she had hated that way. When the pregnancy was confirmed..she feared the babies would be not human but werewolf.
Claire felt the licks of Malcolm's tongue on her ears and she knew the pack would not accept this. Both of them were half werewolf and wanted the human side of life.
Malcolm got up and tugged the quilt down to her and she half crawled on the soft material.
She was feeling terror and the rush of blood and she wanted to push so bad and so hard. Malcolm wanted it to be over.
Why couldn't it be at the hospital in a warm soft bed with a doctor attending her and he holding her hands...not like primitive animals.
It was now dawn and he heard her moan and it sounded so human.. and he lifted up his head and he realized it was not a dream.
Claire lay on the blanket on her back and she felt all wet and sweaty. She was so sure she was in labor and she felt it hurt and she grabbed at his hands "help me."
Malcolm put his head down and then saw the head and got the shoulders of the first child that was a male. After he got the second child out which was a female ..he used the sharp scissors to cut the cords. Both the infants had down hair on them and were ash gray in color and stillborn.
Claire edged to lay on her side to see the children. "They're both dead... how could you kill them?"
Malcolm picked up the sharp scissors and had this inhuman strength in him."You want to die with them?"
Claire screamed and tried to fight."I didn't mean it." as she felt the scissors in her throat. Malcolm screamed as she lay dying. "Forgive me!"
