Staring at my hands, I know that I should tell my parents sooner rather than later. After all, I don't have much time. "I think I'm going to tell them now before I chicken out and wait last minute. I know it will be better if I give them more time to process." I mutter, feeling my heart race. I feel planted to my bed, scared about what about to happen. Madison can sense my internal struggle and gently places her hand on mine. Hesitantly standing off the bed, I give Madison's hand a light squeeze before walking to my door.

The walk down the hallway feels intense, and my heart hasn't slowed down at all. The fear is washing over me and I start overthinking. I hate confrontation, and having to tell my parents the news makes me want to throw up. I love them so much and the last thing I want to do is disappoint them. Rubbing my hand down my arm I slowly descend the stairs. There's a part of me that hopes she isn't in there, but there's another part that hopes she is so I can get the anticipation off of my chest.

Walking into the kitchen, I feel the cold air brush against my skin giving me goosebumps. I see my mother isn't in the kitchen, and I give everyone a small smile. Someone says something to me, which I respond before walking away. I don't have time for small talk right now because I feel like my heart is going to burst.

I look down the hall and decide to walk in the direction of the next possible place she could possibly be. Some doors are slightly ajar with noise within the room, while other doors are shut. Once I'm in front of the door, I slowly push the door to her office open, saying, "Mom?" The room is freezing cold and all of the lights are off with only the light from her computer bouncing off the walls.

Shutting the door behind me, I walk over to her desk and take a seat in the chair. Leaning back in it, I glance around the room. Her office has been the same way for as long as I can remember. My eyes stop on one of the pictures off to the left side of her desk and I just examine it. In the picture, young me is sitting on my fathers shoulders with a big toothy grin. My mother is pressed to his side with little Justin standing in front of her. We all look so happy and it makes me smile. Gently picking up the picture, I turn it over and undo the backings on the frame. My mother always writes information on the back of each photo so she can always remember.

Justin- 8. Allie- 6. May 12, 2005

Justins birthday happened a week after this photo. Assembling the frame and placing it in its spot, I look at the other photos. There is one of just me and Justin from when we had to be about 12 and 9, and in it we are wearing matching onesies. I had a big grin on my face with Justins arm wrapped around my shoulders.

Then there are two photos next to it, one is my senior photo, and the other is Justins. In mine, I'm leaning against a railing of a bridge in a cute outfit. In Justins, he's against a brick wall of a random building with his arms crossed and a slight smile as if he's trying to look cool. Staring at the collection of photos on my mothers desk that she collected over the years, I can't help but smile. Some memories of what the pictures captured cross through my mind and I stay in the chair with my chin firmly planted on my hand.

My heart feels heavy as I think about leaving this pack house and all the memories I've had tucked into these walls. The collection of mine, Justins and Madisons heights over the years stamped onto the door frame of this office. The scratches in the dining room table I would put on it using a mechanical pencil. All the laughs the three of us had just being kids. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek remembering it all. Composing myself, I stand out of the chair and walk out of the office, shutting the door behind me. I need to find them and get this off my chest, if I don't then I don't know when I'll have the courage to do it.

Getting out of the chair, I slowly exit the room dragging my feet as I head further into the hall. Passing my dads office, I peer into it. His walls aren't as decorated as my mothers, but I make my way into the room. At his desk, he only has two photos in a simple frame. One is a picture of all of us smiling, and the other is one of us in our wolf form. My father and brother are in the middle while my mother and I are on the outside. I look at each form and glance at all of the different colored fur we have. There's something cool about the picture that I keep examining it. I totally forgot that we did this.

Thinking about it, if a human saw us in this form they would have no idea what we are. They would think we were just a regular wolf. I wonder what humans know about us. Do some know of everything that exists or are they all oblivious?

I wonder if there will ever be a time where humans, werewolves and vampires will live in the same society. If that ever happens I know it it will take a lot of time to become normal, but would that even work?

Setting down the picture I didn't even know I grabbed, I sigh standing up and leaving his office. Running my hands through my hair, I walk into the hall in the direction of my parents bedroom. The hallway is empty, and as I approach the door I hear no sound coming from the room. My parents room is at the end of the hall, and as I get closer to the door my breath starts getting shaky. I knock three times against the wood door, waiting. Silence filters out of the room and I let a few moments pass with the door remaining shut. "Mom?" I announce, be greeted by no voices. "Dad?"

Realizing that neither of them are here, I sigh and press the ends of my hair between my fingers. Walking away, I make my way down the hallway until I step into the kitchen. Combing through the refrigerator, I pull out something to snack on. Hearing footsteps hit the tile, I glance over my shoulder and turn back around realizing it's Justin. "What are you doing?" He asks, causing me to look at him.

I hold up my snack to show him. "Eating." I say bluntly. He continues walking after glancing at my hand. "Where's mom and dad?" I question before he can walk away.

He doesn't bother looking in my direction before shrugging, "Why would I know?" I sigh, finishing my food as Justin leaves my sight. Shaking my head, I walk out of the kitchen tossing the package into the trash. Walking up the stairs I hear the front door open and I stop halfway up. Listen to the people entering, I hear my mothers faint voice which causes my heart to race. There voices start getting louder, meaning they are getting closer to the stairs and absentmindedly I quickly ascend the stairs. As I step closer to my room, my heart is beating so fast I feel like I may have a heart attack. Once I'm in the safety of my room, I shut the door and let the silence try and calm my overwhelming thoughts. Fuck. I don't know when I'll actually tell them.

Taking in a few deep breaths, I start pacing around my room trying to figure how to word the situation to my parents. Situations like this where confrontation will be involved always makes me a bit anxious and I end up running different scenarios through my head. I stop pacing to try and calm my heart before hesitantly opening my door. The walk through the halls make my nerves go crazy and I feel a sensation of nausea in the pit of my stomach. As I am nearly at my parents bedroom door, I struggle to swallow the lump sitting in the back of throat. As I'm standing an inch away from my parents room with the only thing separating us is the door, trying to knock feels impossible.

Finally gaining the courage, I press my knuckles against the door a couple times and wait for an answer. I hear shuffling in the room and my heart stops as the door handle clicks. The door begins opening and I am face to face with my mother, "Oh, hi Al." She announces giving me a smile. I stare at her feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. Taking in a deep breath, I feel my eyes go wide as the intense emotions fill my head. "Allie, honey. Are you okay? You look really pale." She says, a look of concern masking her face. I shake my head, feeling tears prick at my eyes. No. Not at all. I want to say.

"Mom, can we talk?" I question, staring at my hands. What I originally planned out to say has left my brain and my chest feels tight.

"Of course sweetie." She states, motioning for me to walk into the room. I comply with her and as I step into the room the cold air pricks at my bare skin, causing me to rub my arm. I sit on the edge of the it bed with her taking a seat next to me. I can see her staring at me out of my peripheral. "But before you tell me, where were you today? I was worried about you when you didn't come home earlier with Justin." My mother says, taking my hands in hers. This forces me to look at her, and it looks like we're going to jump right into this conversation.

I was with the person you disapprove of most.

"I was with Mason." I announce honestly. There is no reason to lie to her, I might as well just get everything out in the open. Her face becomes expressionless and her eyes change to black. I can tell that she s not happy.

"Oh. Mason." She repeats with a monotone voice. When she gets like this, it becomes hard to decipher exactly what she's thinking. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I'm about to speak when she beats me to it. "How was that?" She continues, staring intensely at me.

"W-Well mom," I stutter, "We were talking and he asked me to move into his pack house by the end of this week." I mutter, looking down at our connected hands. The silence is thick between us and an awkward tension begins filling the air.

"And what did you say?" She asks quietly, squeezing my hand tightly.

Making eye contact with her, I whisper, "I told him I would do it, that I would give him a chance, and I meant it. I'm willing to try this out." My eyes start watering and I hold back the tears threatening to fall. A tear slides down my mothers red cheek causing my heart to hurt. Seeing my mother cry was enough to make a few tears to escape my eyes.

She wraps me in a tight hug, whispering, "Oh honey." She cries into my shoulder, which causes me to sob as well. My mother starts shaking slightly as the emotions settle in and it makes me so sad to see her like this. Part of me wonders if I'm making the right decision. Is this too soon? Another part of me knows I need to do this to see if it can blossom into something more. If I don't do this or if I wait too long, I may not find out if he can make me the happiest person and see if we could have a good life together.

A small headache starts to form with all of my thoughts and I know the crying isn't helping. As my mother and I continue to hold each other, the door opens.

Dad.

He stares between mom and I before turning around, almost shutting the door. My father is not an emotional person and I know he really doesn't want to be apart of this. He would rather let my mother deal with all of the emotional problems.

"Dad!" I call out before he can shut the door.

"What?" He questions walking in.

"C-Come here," I look between my still sobbing mother and my confused dad. "This involves you too." The feeling of nausea returns as my father enters the room.