I was restless for the whole flight home, scared of what my mother would say, but somehow, when my feet touched soil, or asfalt, on the Minneapolis airport again, my heart felt lighter, less burdoned.

I took a taxi home, crashing in my bed instantly and falling into a deep slumber again. I was exhausted, but it had to be all the emotions of the last 48 hours, taking its toll on my body.

***

I was shook awake, not gently might I add, and looked around disoriented until my vision wasn't blurry anymore and settled on my Mom.

"What are you doing here? I get a call from uncle Keith saying you're missing and I find you already here? You were supposed to stay there a few more days, getting used to your wolf!"

"I don't have a wolf." I muttered.

My mother's face dropped, as did her arms from my shoulders.

"What are you trying to say, honey?"

"My first shift, it didn't happen, I stayed human."

My voice broke on a sob, the gravity of the situation began hitting me hard. I would miss out on so many things that I had dreamed about. My mom's arms encircled me once more, pulling me against her chest in a comforting hug. Normally, these hugs would make me feel better, but I feared that even my mother's hugs couldn't fix what I was feeling right now.

"Do you want to talk about it, baby?" she asked quietly, while rubbing circle's in the back of my head with her fingers.

I nodded, but was unsure where to begin. We never had secrets between each other, I had always been able to tell her everything, but I was so afraid of disappointing her terribly because of my horrible actions. However, I also realised I had to tell someone, or I might explode. So I inhaled and distanced myself a little from my Mom's embrace so I could look at her.

"This might disappoint you, Mom.."

Her expression changed a little, but she didn't speak, she only took my hand in hers and started rubbing circles on the back, wordlessly nudging me to go on.

So I told her, I started with what happened at the party, leaving nothing out, well, I told her the parts I could remember. She didn't judge the amounts of alcohol I had consumed that night, nor the way I lost my virginity, although it pained her. She listened silently, being the best Mom I could have ever asked for and let me finish without interruptions.

By the end of my tale, I felt so exhausted again, even though I had just slept, that she laid me back down after hugging me tightly to her, whispering encouraging words in my ear.

"Everything's going to be okay, my star."

For the first time in days, I felt as though I could survive this tragedy and slept a little better.

***

The following weeks went by in a similar fashion, it took me a few days to get back in a normal routine, but eventually I found one. Although every minimal effort rendered me exhausted once more. After a few days of this happening, I noticed my mom eyeing me warily, but when I asked her what was wrong, she would dismiss me.

Until one day, she came home, carrying a little paper bag with her with the pharmasist's logo on it.

She sat me down on the sofa of our house, with a pained expression on her face, my mind immediately jumping to conclusions, she was dying, wasn't she?

"Honey," she began, "I didn't ask questions, when you came home a few weeks ago, but I do have one.."

She trailed of, not finishing her sentence. Was it such a hard question? Was she disappointed with me after all? Maybe she wanted me out of the house, she probably didn't want a runt for a daughter. I was too afraid to nudge her on, so I bit my lip in anticipation and waited.

"Do you remember, if he - if he used protection?"

My eyes went as big as saucers, and after I had gotten over the shock of the questions, I searched my mind for the answer, between the cloudy details. Had he? I couldn't remember any package ripping, or him taking a few seconds to, you know, wrap himself.

"I don't know." I said eventually, concluding that the possibility existed he hadn't.

My Mom nodded, she wasn't surprised for some reason.

"Then I would like you to use these. They area human's way of knowing they are pregnant. I don't know how well they would work for you, but I'm guessing you don't want to go back to the pack doctor to get some things confirmed.."

I quickly shook my head, I don't want to go back indeed.

I took the bag from my mother's hand and peered in. Several boxes were in them. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"They're like little sticks, you pee on one end and if you are pregnant, the stick will show two stripes, or a smiley or something. You have to wait a couple of minutes though. You can come get me to help you interpret them."

I nodded, standing up to go to the bathroom. Every step closer to the bathroom felt harder and heavier to take. I tried not to think too much as I entered the bathroom and unwrapped one of the tests to do my business.

I wrapped it up on some toilet paper after I was done, not daring to look at it, and went back to my Mom with a blank expression.

"So this one is supposed to be a smileyface when I'm pregnant. And a crying one when I'm not pregnant. That's a little unaccurate, isn't it?"

"Well honey, for most women it's a joyous event, not something they dread. And no matter thet outcome of this test, and how you feel about it now, a child is a blessing. It's a complete mystery ho this could even be a possibility, but I feel we should rule it out first, if we can.."

I nodded, staring at the wrapped toilet paper. This was a big part of my future. I was truly at a T-road of my life, one road a complete one-eighty of the other road, a completely different outcome.

I started unwrapping it and had to turn it over in my hands, but sure enough, a bright pink smiley was smiling at me.

I was pregnant.