Mark's view:

Mum looks furious. If looks could kill, we'd all be dead in an instant. 

Falcon looks at her with a blank stare and just stands there, unmoving. "That, I don't know. I found him like that." 

Soon, dad, my sister and vamp joined. 

"Not a word," I say to no one in particular, walking over to Alfred and kneel next to him as I assess the depth of his cuts. "His injuries are too deep."

Brushing my hand over one of his deepest cuts, I close my eyes, focusing on my healing magic. A golden aura emanates from my hand, slowly entering his body through that wound. A few minutes later, the wound closes itself. Once done, I move to the next deep cut to repeat the process. But as soon as I reach the fourth cut my hands shake and I feel my energy drain, the room spinning as I see double.

"Your energy will drain my boy, don't force yourself," mum says from behind me. 

"I can do it, mum, don't worry," I say, a thread of sweat dripping down my forehead.

My body screams to stop as I become weaker, the pain more prominent and my hands shaking more as I try to stay focused. 

After I heal another cut, my hands shake and I break away from healing as I huff and puff. Exhaustion getting to me as I use up a lot of my energy to heal.

"I can't..." I begin, looking at the ground.

"Don't worry, baby boy, I can heal. It's my specialty, don't forget," mum says as she comes over sitting next to me. A smile on her face as she raises her hand over Alfreds cuts, a golden ray leaving her hands onto the cut, closing them up in no time at all. It was as if it took her no effort to do this, not even energy.

"How are you able to do this without wasting your energy, mum?"

"Your mother is used to her powers, I have learnt to control them and separate them from my body energy. I've been practising even where I haven't been using them."

It didn't take her long till she healed Alfred's wounds completely. 

"Thank you, ma'am," Falson says, smiling as he kneels down to look at Alfred, who was still unconscious.

"It'll take him a small while to wake up. He hasn't eaten, his stomach is empty. It seems his body was too weak to fight off whoever attacked him," she informs, looking over at Falcon. "Did you see anything?"

"No ma'am, when I saw him it was too late. I heard his call but by the time I made it to him he was in terrible shape." 

"Have you eaten anything yet?"

"Yes, I have."

"I wish I had some human meat to offer, but the only meat I have is the organs of animals that we hunted a week ago."

"Animal meat is fine. Both human and animal meats help us with our strength."

"Ok, well when he wakes up, I'll give him something to eat, but first let's move him to a bed upstairs until he wakes up."

Falcon nods as my dad walks up to us. "I'll take the boy upstairs, maybe the guest bedroom will do."

In one swift movement, dad picks Alfred up and takes him up to one of the guest bedrooms down the hallway. Our guest bedroom was a plain room, mostly mauve with black stripes on the walls, white tallboys and a plain king single bed with pale-red sheets. 

I stand there at the end of the bed, watching Alfred as he lay there soundly. 

"I'm sorry for barging in at this time of night like this. I was desperate and didn't know where else to go," Falcon says, now in his human form. 

I turn to face him, my eyes on his as I grab his shoulders. "Listen, this was one of those emergencies where an apology isn't necessary. Don't worry about it, you came to the right place.

"Yes, I'm aware, but now you have werewolf blood on your floor."

"That is easily cleaned. Don't worry."

"You shouldn't ha-"

"My wife will clean it, don't worry young pup," dad says from the doorframe. 

Falcon smiles and faces Alfred, looking directly at him. "Thank you, Mark's dad." 

After a while, Alfred lets out a groan of pain, his head moving left and right, fingers twitching and his eyes finally open. His golden eyes scanning his surroundings, his chest moving up and down at a quick pace. 

"You are safe, Alfred. We are here, don't you worry," I say, moving next to him and look down at him. 

Alfred looks up at him but doesn't say a word. He then tries to sit up but I grab his shoulders and force him back down. 

I stare at him as I pin him down. "No, you don't. Where are you going?" 

He looks up at me, tears filling his eyes. "Please," he mumbles.

"Please what? What happened to you?"

"Victoria's wolves... attack... aunty... cousin... blood... revenge," he rasps as he turns his head in the opposite direction, panting. 

"Take it slow, Victoria's wolves? The evil Queen Victoria? Her wolves attacked you?"

Alfred nods, panting. 

"Take it easy Alfie, rest," Falcon says from the foot of the bed.

The room fell silent until Alfred's stomach growled. 

"Someone's hungry," mum says as he strolls in with a big plate with a cloche over it in her hands. "Sit up, young man. You need your strength otherwise you won't make it much longer."

Alfred nods slightly and sits up, groaning some more in the process. His hands shaking as he supports himself up. 

Mum smiles and sits the plate down on the bed beside Alfred. "You are looking much better than you were when Falcon first bought you here. Eat up."

Alfred smiles weakly, a faint rose colour on his cheeks as his stomach growls again. "I'm alright Mar-" 

Mum crosses her arms, shaking her head gently. "No, you are hungry, so you need to eat. No need to be embarrassed. Come on, we have plenty of organs if you are still hungry after eating these. You need to grow into a strong werewolf, I'm sure your parents taught you that. Now eat young wolf."

Alfred parts his lips to speak but closes them again. Instead, he picks up a heart and eats. He demolishes it in no time, his hand shaking as he pants. His hands muscular, fur on his arms and neck as if he were fighting himself between human form and werewolf form.

Falcon walks over to Alfred, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't fight it, Alfred, let your body change to wolf form again."

"I... I can't..." Alfred pants. 

"Don't fight it. Let it go. Fighting the change won't do you any good in the long run."

Alfred is silent, his pants louder, low growls escaping his lips. He then, out of nowhere, let's out a loud howl as his body changes to his werewolf form.

Shit! The neighbours will hear this.

Immediately he eats everything on the plate, low growls escaping him as he looks around the room.

"This ain't normal," Falcon says as he starts at Alfred. "These black strips aren't meant to be in his blue fur like this, that red moon paw marking isn't meant to be there either."