Return of the Lycans (part 1: The Lycan's)
A dead and new life.

Time passes by, and a lot have happened. A little bit too much!

During breakfast, Damon gets a phone call. He talks to King Bart. Daisy’s twins are making silly noises all the time and Daisy tries to quiet them down with no success. I laugh with the boy and girl, feeling that this is just the beginning of a difficult assignment: Raising her twins.

“Shtt,” Jonas hisses to the twins and they immediately stop. Daisy looks at her husband wearily.

"Thanks sweetie."

“You’re welcome, darling,” Jonas replies, kissing her forehead.

I still don’t understand how strong they can be. These two friends have experienced so much grief with the loss of Jonathan. It only strengthened their bond. We thought that the East was bad. But when our Gammas and twenty warriors went north to scout the region in search of wild Silverbacks, we did not expect them to run straight into a trap. The Rouges and remnant Silverbacks had banded together and were prepared for our warriors to arrive. We lost many of them and Jonathan fought to his last breath. The link of Jonas’s grief went through everyone’s marrow and bone. Daisy was inconsolable, screaming until she passed out. I saw the body of Jonathan. It was not a very pretty picture.

His larynx had been torn loose and he was clawed open all the way to his heart and lungs. Before that, Jonas was the less mature of the two, but this loss has brought him up to maturity.

I hope he gets back to being his funny self. We kind of miss him. It is as if he lost a part of himself with the loss of his brother. But I admit, he’s certainly there for the twins and Daisy. They are his everything.

These days I walk very sullenly. It’s not just the loss of a friend, but our cub is also making it very hard for me. I have constant heartburn at night, which leads to sleepless nights. And my back hurts immensely. My round belly is almost double in size than my earlier pregnant belly was. And if I don’t end up with a heartburn or a sore back, our cub will keep me up all night. I’ll be silent about the amount of toilet visits I have during the entire course of a day. The gynaecologist has said at the last measurements that it will grow into a big strong cub. Well, I hope so.

I’ve been driving Damon crazy for the past week. I have my nesting urge and that is vastly different with werewolves than with people. All the pillows in the house are in our room. Everybody thought that my nest would be in the bed. But it’s under the window, with a shredded mattress and unrecognizable pillows. Damon must lie with me at night and has a tough time when I growl at him for the umpteenth time because he disturbed my nest.

The others laugh at my nesting urge, but I feel like I wasn’t there for my first cub, and I have to do well for this one.

This night I wake up from the immense pain in my lower abdomen. I wake up Damon. “Damon, wake up… Ouch!”

“Mhmmm,” he mumbles. I shake a little harder and shout, ‘Damon, wake up.’

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks with a sleepy voice. But he doesn’t have to ask much what’s up anymore. I scream in pain and Damon straightens out.

“Oh, my Goddess. The cub is coming. isn't it?"

“Yeargh,” is all I can growl. The door flies open, and our Beta bursts in. He looks at his king with concern. But Anna comes in with a smile and immediately comes and sits at my nest. “My dumbass thought you were under attack. I think you’ve linked everyone up. There’s someone who’s let the whole world know he wants to be born.′ Damon sits on the other side of the nest and kisses the knuckles of my hand the whole time. Not much later, the gynaecologist rushes in.

“Hey, ready to bring a cub into the world.” I’m screaming right now for the hard contraction I’m feeling all the way up to my vagina. “Oops, looks impatient as well. Anna, get some towels and hot water and take your husband. He isn’t needed here.′

“Okay, the cub won’t attack anybody. So, my husband is certainly not needed here,′ Anna confirms and takes Chris along.

‘Daddy, you’re in the right place, but first put a pillow behind Queen Lana, so she’ll sit better. Lana, bend your legs, I want to feel again how many centimetres are needed for the delivery.’ I bend my legs and feel the gynaecologist’s fingers.

’Uh, Lana. You are fully dilated, but the amniotic sac hasn’t broken yet. I’ll break it, but I want you to give it you’re all the next contraction.” I nod, not much later I feel the pain as she breaks the membrane and I feel the warm amniotic fluid flowing out of me. “That’ll be a new mattress for the nest,” Damon laughs nervously. The gynaecologist and I both look at him with an angry look. But I don’t have time to stay angry for long, because there’s the next contraction and it hurts so much that I want to stop.

’No, this is not going to happen. I want this wa… aaaa…”

“Press, Queen Lana. Press."

I bring my chin closer to my chest, squeeze Damon’s hand tight and squeeze with all my might. Damon certainly shares my pain when I squeeze his hand nearly blue. I hear his small cry of pain, but I don’t feel sorry for him. Since I’m the one here who’s supposed to squeeze our cub out of me. My mother walks into my room at that moment and sits down on my other side. We nod to each other and then I press again.

“Again Lana, the head is almost out. I press with all my might and scream. It burns when I feel everything widen from the little head that wants to make its way out. Then the relief comes. The head has been squeezed out and the little body follows without much effort. The cub is crying and it’s the most beautiful sound I hear. I feel lips on my knuckles and look at Damon who, with tears in his eyes, admires our cub.

"He’s a strong boy with good lungs, my king and queen. King, you may cut the umbilical cord," the doctor says. I watch my son being cared for on the nursing mat. My mother then wraps him in a blanket and smiles at me when she comes to me with him in her arms.

"Congratulations, mom and dad. It’s a beautiful cub." My mother puts him in my arms.

“A son, we have a son, Damon,” I say enthusiastically with tears streaming from my eyes and a big smile on my face. The cub sticks its fist in its mouth. Damon kisses my forehead and says, “A brother for our little Star.”

I look at my man’s watery eyes and give him a firm kiss on the lips. ‘Would you like to hold your son?’ Damon nods. I hand the cub over to Damon and see my husband beaming with our son in his arms.

It is night when I awake. Damon lies beside me with our son on his chest. The little boy straightens his neck to hear the sounds around him.

"Wow, he’s so strong," I say in surprise.

"Lycan blood in his veins. I guess."

“Are your little eyes open yet, little prince?” The cub listens to my voice and lays its head on Daddy’s chest.

“Do you have a name for our little Lycan prince yet?”

“Yes, Michael Black.”

“Mmm, that was the name we chose if Star was a boy," Damon says with a soft smile on his lips. "Hi, Michael,” Damon whispers to the little cub, gently rubbing his thumb on the little boy’s shoulder. The cub closes its eyes and I lay close to them, with my arm over Damon’s arm and my nose closed against the sweet smell of our little cub.

This night I’m dreaming of Selene. She congratulates me on little Michael and assures us he will become a mighty king. The Goddess also has a sad appearance, but before I can ask anything I open my eyes again and look into my son’s eyes. He stares silently into my eyes before sleep closes his eyes. Would he know why the Moon Goddess looked sad?

No, that’s not possible. He’s just a baby after all!

The end.