"AAARGH!"
Isaac slammed his fist against the tree and screamed. A sharp pain shot through his knuckles. He sighed and watched the wounds heal, and his anger sipped away with it, leaving just sadness and an empty pit in his stomach. "Urgh" He brought out and dropped down on a big, round stone…
Scott listened to the storm rage outside his window. And he wasnt the only one; his mum had the nightshift, but the small werewolf in his lap carried a worried expression and had a tight grip on his teddybear. Everytime the wind howled, Luca would emit a high pitched squeeky noise to let Scott know how troubling the whole situation was for him and that he should fix it. "there there" Scott tried to soothe the child when it tried to hide IN his shirt after a particularly loud rumble outside. "its just a storm Luca, its nothing to be scared of" "wheeee aaah!" luca cried, to let Scott know that yes, it WAS something to be scared of. Scott sighed and rubbed the babys back. “youll be okay” he promised. He propped his pillow up to the back of his bed and grabbed a storybook. “how about i read to you? Would you like that?”
Luca let out a soft whimper and put his teddybears ear in his mouth. He tried to make himself as small as possible. But when Scott put the storybook in his lap, right in front of the baby, he couldnt resist reaching out and touching the pictures.
