Maeve stepped inside of the tavern and at the same second her nostrils were filled with the smell of beer and sweat. It made her stomach turn. She needed to find her father from a place that could even make the purest creature out there crying.

The man that once sat on the corner with a hood covering his face was now gone. Oliver was standing next to the counter trying to have a conversation with the man behind it.

"I need to know where she has gone!" He demanded to try to calm his raging heart. He should have taken her with him. He should have but still, he decided to be a moron and leave her with a room full of dangerous men and women.

"I told you lad, I don't know who you are talking about," the man said while cleaning a glass with a cotton cloth.

"She sat right there," Oliver was starting to get frustrated. He pointed at the now empty chair.

The man turned to look at the chair, "There is no one there."

"I KNOW THAT!" He hit the counter with his fist. The man behind the counter shrugged and gave a mug full of beer to a customer close to Oliver.

"Does it help if I describe her to you?" Oliver asked trying to calm himself down. If things kept going like this he would have to say goodbye to the last hints of color in his hair. He looked around him but missed the human girl standing close to the door listening to his every word.

The man shrugged again, "It may or it may not."

Oliver tried to remember what her clothes looked like but his mind was blurry, "She is about this tall," he showed with his right hand "her head was covered with a brown hood. Her eyes are hazel and hair is strawberry blonde."

The man was staring at him with a weird look on his face.

"Do you remember her now?"

"You mean the pregnant gal?" He asked.

"No, she isn't pregnant." What moron could think that his daughter is pregnant, and to whom the king? The man behind the counter must be drunk or blind to even think that she would be pregnant.

The man leaned against the counter, winked his eye and showed his toothless grin, "You do know that if you don't want to worry about an offspring you should use a prostitute and not the first young gal you see at the street? Although I don't blame you I would want to have a piece of her to myself."

Oliver's hands started to shake from anger. How could that bastard think that way from his daughter? His little baby.

No matter how much he would have wanted to beat the breath out of him he knew he couldn't. He was the only chance at finding her and no matter how furious he was at the moment at least that moron now knew who he was talking about.

"Where did she go?" He tried to say as calm as he could.

The man looked at the ceiling, "Are you sure she isn't pregnant? Because I can recognize that glow from anywhere." He muttered.

A feeling of rage flashed through Oliver's eyes. His mind was focused on his little girls face. She couldn't be pregnant. But he couldn't ignore the man's comment about her. There was a glow on her face ever since he rescued her from the castle. But if she truly was pregnant she would have a different odor around her.

His hands fisted.

"No," he muttered to himself. His mind was being filled with different scenarios where his daughter had acted weird.

"What are you doing?" Oliver asked when she noticed Maeve running away from him to go to deeper to the woods.

"Oh, n-nothing," he heard her shutter before she started to puke the contents of her stomach. When she came back to where he could see her, she was holding her hands over her plump abdomen.

"What have you been eating?" He questioned trying to remember if they had any bark bread.

"Nothing important, I just feel a little s-swollen"

"No!" Now he was yelling as everything started to make sense. How could he have been so blind, he is a werewolf for God's sake and he couldn't smell it.

"Relax, lad, I just found your missing gal." The man behind the counter said and nodded to the direction where the pale-faced human girl was standing.

Oliver turned around and saw her. Standing there with fear painted all over her face. She stood there for a second before she rushed out of the tavern with Oliver following her every step.

Maeve tried to calm her heart. He finally found out and if truth to be told Maeve couldn't have hidden it for days forward. She looked like she had eaten a small pumpkin. Her hand made its way to feel her little baby.

The knife she had hidden into her pocket was starting to feel heavier every second. Tommy was moving in her other pocket making her feel even more uneasy. The sky over them was dark with a couple of stars lightening the dark night.

You can do it, she mumbled to herself. No matter what she would have had experienced this same conversation and the same outcome. Maybe it was better that he found out from someone else than from her.

Or not.

Maeve managed to walk to the other side of the street before she felt a painful grip on her hand. "How long," she heard him spit next to her ear. She took a calming breath before trying to turn around but her father had already managed to spin her around to face him.

"How l-lo-"she felt the stuttering coming around on her voice so she stopped, gulped and continued without stuttering, "long what?"

Oliver grabbed both of her arms with his hands and held her so tight that a small wince could be heard leaving her mouth once and a while. "Plese tell me it isn't true," he pleaded and shook Maeve with his hands.

The human girl didn't say anything but turned to look at her plump abdomen. It was true, she is pregnant and wouldn't change that fact for anything. The pain his hands made her feel made a one single tear escape from her eyes.

"I knew it!" he roared, "you want to get rid of that thing just as much as I do," he muttered and light splattered all over his face. "Why didn't you say anything sooner? I could have helped you kill that thing many days ago." He swiped the tear on her cheek away with his thumb.

Kill? The weird dream she once saw was making its way back to her memory. Was it truly her own father the person on her dream was warning about? It couldn't be, no. She didn't believe it.

The dream was only her subconscious making things up. The man in front of her was real and just little shaken up by his feelings. He just doesn't know how to handle them and react to the happiest thing that has ever stepped into Maeve's life.

Or that is what Maeve tried to tell herself.

"We need to leave quickly," he murmured.

"Where?" She whispered. His eyes weren't the blue ones she remembered them to be, they were turned into something more oppressive.

He didn't answer her question, he just kissed her forehead and muttered something in a language that Maeve couldn't understand. He was different, she could see it with her own eyes. Something inside of him had changed and Maeve couldn't say if it was a good or a bad thing. Probably a bad thing because he looked just as William used to look when he was angry.

When her brother got angry his eyes used to widen a little bit and something more animalistic features appeared on his face. His teeth who were always shiny white and perfectly in a straight line changed to look more like he had grown little fangs. It was weird because when Maeve got angry she looked more like a little mouse and Will looked more he was turning into something more vivid. Like he was turning into something supernatural.

Maeve took a step away from her father.

Her mind flashed back to Dominic. What his face looked like when he got mad, how something switched in his eyes. That something was exact same that happened to Oliver a few minutes ago.

"You are not a human," she stated.

Oliver shrugged, "Never have been one."

The feeling of safety that Maeve once felt next to him disappeared. He was a werewolf, just like every single soul in the castle. A big question mark appeared over her head. If he was a werewolf why she is a hu- no, she started to mumble.

Why has she been so brainless? How could she have never realized that every single one of her siblings were werewolves?

"Were Will, Kathryn-?"

"Yes," he answered stopping her in the middle of her question. "We need to go, the sooner the better." He muttered and started to lead them towards the darker part of the town.

Maeve should have fought back and screamed that she isn't going anywhere with him, not after he told her that he wants to get rid of her unborn child. But her mind was on her past thinking about her childhood and was it all just a big lie?

No wonder why she always felt so different compared to her siblings. She was and will always be different compared to them after all they were different species. Why couldn't she be born as a werewolf? Everything would have been so much easier in her life.

They walked until they stopped in front of an old looking house. The roof was covered with different species of moss and the walls of the house looked like they could come down any second possible.

Maeve gulped.

What on earth were they doing in a place like this? Like an instinct, she put her hands over her stomach to cover the little living being inside of her. The door opened and a girl no older than Maeve herself ran out of the house crying. Her light green dress under her cape was covered with blood.

Her eyes were covered with tears and her hands as red as the stains in her dress. She looked straight at Maeve's eyes and started to sob even harder.

"Don't do it," she whimpered before a man appeared from the open door. He looked like he was in his mid-forties. He grabbed her hand and started to drag her behind him.

The girl fought back and clutched Maeve's hand for support. She took her cape off and showed Maeve her dress completely. The upper part of it was as clean as the first snow but the area that touched her waist and upper legs were covered with blood.

"Do not let them kill it," she cried and looked at her pregnant abdomen. "Don't let them force you!" She continued to cry before the man managed to drag her away from the wide-eyed human.

The woman turned sideways and tried to run away for the last time. Her stomach was as plump as Maeve's.

No.

The realization filled her. That poor woman was forced to stay still as they killed her unborn baby inside of her.

"Let's go," Oliver murmured and continued to walk towards the open door. But Maeve stood still with every fiber in her body froze. Her mind couldn't register everything going around her. Did her father really want to get rid of her child, his grandchild?

"What are you waiting for," he murmured but it didn't sound like a question.

"We are not g-going there," she whispered and took a step back.

"Yes, we are," He tried to take a hold on Maeve's hand but she pulled it before he had the chance.

"You might but me and my child arent," she snapped for the first time in a long time.

Oliver's features changed again, "That thing isn't worthy of living!" He yelled and tried to force Maeve to go inside but she took steps away from him preparing to run.

"That thing shares its blood with you, just like me, father." Maeve sizzled. Her heart couldn't handle the fact that the person who is supposed to love you and support your every decision wants to murder something so innocent.

Oliver roared and jumped towards her but Maeve had already run away from the house. Blood rushing to her ears blurring her hearing ability. No matter what her hearing was she could feel him running behind her.

Just like the Chase but this time there was no Dominic to save her and their child.

Her life flashed in her eyes as she tripped down next to the woods. A second later Oliver stood in front of her with a weird smile on his face. And that's when things started to get bloody with the painful screams of a lady.

❤️