Nine months since Clare's 'incident', the results of that night had made themselves shown. Her belly had grown, the young rape-baby inside stirring, as alive as a newborn. She was originally ashamed of the life that was forced into her, ashamed to have a rape baby. That feeling however, was soon replaced by grief and worry for the poor boy, being a rape-baby would be an unimaginably horrid experience. But the final emotion that really went with the pregnancy, was trepidation. She knew who had fathered this child, and understood full well that it was not human, that that night was definately not a dream.

These thoughts swam in her head for months, but now, as she laid in the cooling bathwater, eyes firmly shut and her brunette hair spread throughout the water behind her, they really got to her. It was far too late for an abortion, and she'd passed down that offer when it was available. After a long time of just soaking in the water, she fumbled around with her feet, knocking loose the bath plug. A thick gurgling sound erupted from the hole in the bath as the water quickly emptied into it, and Clare simply laid there.

As the water reached a level that was only an inch deep, Clare's eye dilated, huge amounts of pain was shooting through her stomach, she knew exactly what it was. Her breathing was ragged as she felt pressure unlike anything she'd ever felt before. With very short breaths, she yelled as loud as she could for her sister, whom was looking after her while her husband was at work.

The door burst open, and the middle-aged blonde woman who closely resembled Clare. "Annie! It's happening!" Anne quickly rushed to her sisters side, reaching her hand out, which Clare quickly gripped, and gripped tightly.

Fourteen hours passed, and the true victims of her rape were born. "Male." Anne gave Clare a furry, wet bundle wrapped in a towel. The future forsaken, all Clare could think of was the happiness that shone from the little pup's newly opened blue eyes. It didn't even slightly resemble Clare, his fur a dark shade of grey. "Sean..." Said Clare, much love in her voice, despite how much pain she just endured. The sound of a car pulling up in the driveway was obvious.

"That's your husband, I better be off, I love you Clare." She stood up and picked up a towel, walking out of the bathroom, leaving Clare to herself, until her husband entered, wearing his usual high-vis clothing, that for some reason, he wore even when he wasn't at a worksite. 
"Honey." His face covered in joy, that is until he laid eyes upon exactly what his lover has spawned. He feigned happiness to his full extent.

"Darren, honey, I don't want this getting to the news, alright? We'll homeschool him."
"Alright."

For fifteen years, they lived in that house, untouched by the world, the house grew worse every year. Clare was out of a job, looking after me. Although one thing that had always haunted the two of us, was the anger that my 'father' had. Almost every day after work, he'd beat us. But one day, I'd had enough.

The door slammed as Darren burst through it, his short brown hair becoming more thin around the top. I was in the kitchen, with my mother. I had grown quite tall, barely now hitting the six feet mark, my grey fur was now dotted with a dark red colour, specifically on my headfur, which I'd straightened over my eyes. A look my mother called 'Goth'. I stepped out of the kitchen momentarily to go to the bathroom. I stepped into the small bathroom, and removed my shorts. My genitals were odd compared to other humans, instead of flopping between my legs, it was housed in a furred sheath. I gripped the end of my sheath when the flow of urine subsided, and shook it to get the last little bit of piss off it, before tucking it back into my underwear.

As soon as I closed the bathroom door, my ears flattened against my head from a shrill scream from my mother, a hollow, deep yell from my father, the sickening sound of flesh on flesh, and the shattering of a glass. I ran to the kitchen, once again my mother was on the floor, and my 'father' was punching her. "YOU'RE NEXT BOY!" He yelled, passing a sideways glance at me.

I involuntarily snarled at him as he beat into her, he noticed this and stopped, turning slowly to see me with my fists clenched, ears flattened against my skull and my teeth bared. "You think you can threaten me? DO YOU?"
"You will never touch my mother again."
"OH REALLY?" Just to spite me, he stomped on my mother's ankle, and she yelled as the bone shattered under his feet. "WHO'S GONNA STOP ME? YOU FILTHY MONGREL."

The stomp was the final straw, in a surge of uncontrollable fury, I jumped on him, lifting him by his waist and smashing him over the counter. I walked to the floor, were his body was slowly rising. I just stood, watching as he rose. "You're a brave boy. Brave..." He moved his hand to a bottle of wine that was on the bar. "... But stupid." And with that he smashed the glass on the counter and lunged at me. The sharp, jagged edges of the bottle scrapped up my arm, cutting half an inch into my skin. I yelped and grabbed his wrist, in a inhuman vice grip. His hand went red, but he was insistent in digging it into my skin. My grip was doing nothing, until I flexed my claws, which sank into him so easily, claws that had never been used in such a primal way.

Darren screamed and dropped the bottle, I seized the moment, however brief, and grabbed him by the shoulders, claws retracted, and ran him at the wall. With a loud crack and a pained grunt he smashed through the first layer of drywall, and was lodged in the wall. "I'll see it that you never see the light of day again you disgusting, pathetic worm." I growled at him, and just as I did so, Anne, my mother's sister burst in through the door, shocked, with eyes filled with trepidation.
"CLARE!"
"She's broken her ankle. That monster stomped on it." I explained, gesturing to the heap that was Darren, nodding off to unconsciousness. She ran over to her sister, tending to her as I ran for the phone, hitting the number one and holding it to my ear. "Hello? Sargeant Davis? Darren's beaten Mum, but I've subdued him."
"Is this Sean?"
"Yeah. Come quick, or he'll wake up. Bring a paramedic."
"A paramedic? Shit, we'll be over ASAP."

A very short time, less than fifteen minutes, two Ambulances were outside the house, as well as a paddywagon.

I walked with my mother to the ambulance, her hand in my bloody paw the whole time. "It's alright Mum, you'll be fine." Our hands were separated when she was pushed up into the Ambulance. A sizeable crowd began to form around the small suburban house, within the hour, the ambulance with my mother was long gone, and news teams began to join the crowd to see the 'wolfboy'.
My condition was not critical, so the paramedic just patched me up with gauze in the back of the ambulance. After I'd been bandagedd up, I just sat for a while in the back of the ambulance, wearing nothing but the skinny jeans I was wearing before. The paramedic was comforting me. I started crying, shamelessly, tears flowed down my furred cheek as I grieved for my mother.

"Hey, come on, she'll be fine." The tall paramedic hugged me, carefully avoiding the section of my arm that was bandaged. "I'll even take you to the hostpital to see her. Come on, take a seat up next to me." And she turned and walked to the front of the ambulance, taking her place in the driver's seat. I got up off the stretcher and sat in the passenger's seat alongside her, buckling the belt in and wincing from the pain as it grazed my bandaged hip.

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In the hospital... I sat beside my mother's bed, where she slept soundly, attached to a morphine drip. The door opened quietly, and Sargeant Davis walked in, removing his hat, revealing his greying black hair. His face showed nothing but sympathy as a tear rolled from his brown eyes to his thick moustache. The Sargeant had known me for as long as I could remember, he was my uncle, but to me he was more a father figure. "Darren's been locked up in the station, the trial should come up soon. I'll make sure that foul monster rots."
"Thanks." I stood up and ran over and hugged him, ignoring my pain. "For everything."
After we broke the hug, he sat me down and sat beside me, just as my mother woke up. "Ok, guys. I've relocated you. And I'm afraid that our secret is out. Just take a look." He hit the clicker and the T.V. flicked on, the news was on a story about wall street, but then switched to the 'main story' which was me.

"But I've organised a spot for you, in a high school. And it starts in three months, you can move in as soon as you want."