Being a lone wolf was a lot more difficult than it seems. The hunting, the loyalty. Everything you wouldn’t think would be important to a wolf - was what Lyra was in dire in need of. Most especially, the loneliness. Suppose that was why she was called the lone wolf. However, Lyra was to high strong and stubborn to admit how she really felt about being alone. More than once she dreaded for a part of her old pack to walk up on her and hold her tightly. That was all she needed. An old familiar face to hold her. But she woke and it was only holding herself, only remembering that she was the only survivor of a mass murder.
Suppose that was why she had gotten drunk one night, pulling a son of a cook of the palace into a motel room and sleeping with him. Though a few weeks later she wasn’t expecting a sharpening pain kick her right in the gut. She passed it as horrible cramps but considering she missed her time of month for more than one month and the pain kept occurring - it wasn’t hard to piece together.
The lone wolf was pregnant.
How was she supposed to take care of a kid when she can hardly take care of herself. She struggled day in and day out on what she should do with the kid once it was born. Should she keep it? Give it to a more worthy mother? Than again she would never understand the pain - constant pain and urge the baby would have tied to the moon. Transforming into a creature that you firstly have no control over. So - does she really have a choice to keep the baby? She was part of the reason why it was created in the first place and a rather bitch move if Lyra would just abandon it - without giving it a chance. Now it only means - she needs to step up her game of survival.
A few months had passed and for a lone wolf - she was living pretty decently. Nearly mocking her version of her old home. The home she lived in when she was living in a pack. With this baby - she will start her own pack. Here. With the baby. Her new pack.
She could smell him and she smiled to herself - rubbing her stomach lightly. “I will love you and protect you with all that I have little one.” She grew rather found of the growing were in her. Part were anyways. And she blames her wolf for growing attach. Her wolf was rather a sop anyways. Especially when it comes to babies. Her wolf was part of the reason why the boy was still growing inside of her. However, one thing her wolf had no control over - was telling Asher, the baby’s father, she was pregnant with his kid. She forbid for his help because she knew he was the type of guy to help out especially if it was his own kid. And she needed to prove to herself that lone wolf or not. She was strong enough to take care of a kid.
However - Lyra was soon coming to regret it when she was screaming out on the forest floor. The baby was pressing out and all she felt was fluttering, piercing pain. Worse than her bones snapping and shifting into a wolf’s. Tears streamed down gently on the wolf’s face as her son continued to press out, her pushing to help him and end the pain. It felt it was taking hundreds upon thousands of years for the kid to finally be out of her. The sound of her baby’s crys mad her snap into mother mood. While she was still in pain - she was more concerned of her naked wet baby on the forest floor. “Oh - baby.” She tore off her sweater, wrapping it tightly around her new born son. “You’re okay now baby. You’re okay.”
She laid back against the forest floor again holding her baby tightly against her - feeling more tired than she’s ever had before but it didn’t phase it. What did phase her was processing that she was now a mom.
