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He clears his throat, but he wouldn't let his gaze lower. The sun on the wall was lifting higher, a pink and gold sky turning blue. It was out, he thought. It was done. They knew. If he was about to be disowned, it was better they do that now than continue to keep this secret. There was enough to deal with. Closing his eyes briefly, he feels a drop of blood from the bandage wrapped around his thigh. Good, he thought bitterly. Count his sins, they were many, and there was no bloody sunrise coming for him if he didn't bleed it out first. Nadia was more important, Devin's well-being was. Hols' was entirely, and Hols was right. "Al." He'd opened his eyes, and suddenly realized his mother was in front of him. Amazed, Alcott wondered briefly how he'd missed her moving. How had he not heard her? How deafening was this silence? "It's okay." Throat constricted, his eyes had tears pearling in them as he heard her, he was once again sure he was mistaken. How many hits could he take in one morning? Lightning didn't fucking strike the same place twice, let alone twelve times. He rubbed at his throat, face breaking, "Ma..." "It's okay." Lyndsea repeats herself, pulling him into a hug that shouldn't have been possible, considering her smaller height and lack of werewolf strength. Alcott folds. Tears still shining in his eyes, he's bewildered and choked, even as he grips on to her. He looks sideways, looking for Uncle Max. He was shaking his head, rubbing at furrowed brows. But they were over understanding eyes, sorrowful eyes. "I don't unde-- I don't understand, you're not...?" "Not what?" Lyndsea's question was quiet. It made him guilty for what he'd thought: thinking he'd scare her, thinking he'd hurt her. Bloody hell, though. He'd never been so grateful to be so blasted wrong. "You're not scared of me?" The quiet question was a knife that cut through the glass silence, ravaging his throat on that way out. Max seemed to crumple across the room, muttering his name and his mother gripped him harder. "Oh, Al." She murmurs it, tears in her own crinkled eyes and she turns to kiss the top of his head. "I could never be. "