Two Worst Days

It was two years today since the worst day in Sam's life. There had been two worst days, actually. The first had been when he had become a werewolf. He had never believed the stories about the werewolves and vampires. He had thought they were just interesting old legends. One day, he had gotten sick. And his body had started changing. He wasn't sure how long it had taken. It had hurt so much and he hadn't been aware of time. It had been a while before he had come back to himself and realised that he was a giant wolf. At first he had been horrified at what he had become. He had managed to change back into himself after a while. The elders had helped him as much as they could, which wasn't much. All they could do was tell him the stories that had been passed down to them. He had had to practice changing from wolf to human so that he would be able to do it whenever he wanted. And he had had to deal with the new wolf instincts and feelings he had. The need to hunt and the instinct to turn into a wolf when he got angry or upset. He took some comfort in the fact that the purpose of the werewolves was to protect humans. At least he could do something good. He didn't have to be a monster.

The second worst day had been the day he had hurt the person he loved. It had been not long after he'd become a werewolf. It had been so hard to control the monster within him at first. He'd had to be careful to not put himself in situations where he might lose his temper. But one day he had lost his temper, and Emily had been hurt. At first he had been afraid that she wouldn't survive. He would never be able to live with himself if he had killed her. Then when he had found out that he hadn't killed her, he had been certain that she would be terrified of him and never want to see him again. At first she had been afraid, but she had let him explain what had happened. He had been shocked when she said that she knew he would never hurt her on purpose and she forgave him. He couldn't believe that he deserved such a wonderful person. He had vowed that it would never happen again.

Now he had to make sure it never happened to any of his boys. He had told them all from the start how important control was, how they couldn't let the wolf get the better of them. Werewolves were supposed to protect humans, not hurt them. If they did that they would be no better than the vampires they hunted.

And the love of his life, Emily, treated those boys like they were her own family. She made sure they knew they were always welcome in her house. She didn't mind cooking for them, despite the fact that they ate so much. She knew the risks of being around werewolves better than anybody, and still she chose to be near them. He loved Emily more than life itself and he was going to make sure no one ever hurt her. Every time he looked at her scars it reminded him of what he had done and why it was so important to never let it happen again. Somehow he would make it up to her and make sure none of his boys ever had to go through what he had.