What's happening?

King Gaius p.o.v

I sighed and stood up to pace to the window.

I stared out into the courtyard. I was comforted by the torches of the guards that paced back and forth and perched on the wall.

I begged for the gate to open to allow a doctor in, but I was losing hope.

The clock in the nursery alerted me that it was now nearing midnight.

It wasn't likely there would be an available doctor in the village.

I looked up at the full moon that loomed above the castle.

It was bright and mocking.

It's white light bathed the land, and I felt betrayed; the full moon had always brought me comfort because it was watching over my kingdom.

Now, here it was, and my daughter was possibly dying.

The clock chimed midnight in the corner.

I turned to glare at the obnoxious ringing and was shocked to see Isla's eyes were wide open.

I rushed over and Hilda was staring at isla in shock.

Her blue eyes were glowing in the darkness, the irises emitting a sort of their own light.

She was completely still, so we all jumped when Isla suddenly groaned and her back arched upward.

I leaned in toward her, placing a hand on her hair, stroking it gently.

"Sweetie?" I asked.

"Isla, can you hear me?"

"It hurts!" Isla growled in a deep, guttural voice.

It was almost a roar.

"Gaius, what's happening?" Hilda shouted as Isla's back popped and she rolled off the bed.

I crouched beside her convulsing body, trying to restrain her.

She batted me away with a strength that should have been impossible, seeing as how she was only six years old.

As she slapped me away, her fingernails caught my collar bone, tearing the skin of my clavicle.

Warm blood pooled down my shirt, but I was too confused to truly comprehend what had happened.

At least until I saw her fingers, which were adorned with navy blue claws at the tips.

Furs decorated her arms and grew along her skin as her back arched and the rest of her bones popped. she roared from deep in her chest. Before my mind could come up with a logical explanation for what was going on, a small, sky blue wolf was curled up at my feet.

The creature was curled into the fetal position with its long neck and tail wrapped around its body.

I looked up at Hilda and Greta, who stared at me in confusion.

I realized that they couldn't see around the edge of the bed, couldn't see what had happened to our baby.

I crouched down next to the being and cautiously placed a large hand on its fury side.

It was out cold, but it breathed deeply and regularly, with a rapid heartbeat.

"Alright, it's alright," I whispered, just in case it was faking, just waiting for the moment it could strike.

I scooped the small thing into my arms and rose.

Hilda screamed and Greta gasped.

"Oh my God," Hilda cried.

Her hands flew up to grab her cheeks as tears ran down them.

"What is going on?"

I understood perfectly what had happened, and why it had.

It occurred to me then that I never told Hilda the true circumstances around Isla's adoption.

I had said that she was an orphan and Hilda assumed she was from an orphanage, I never told her otherwise.

I didn't feel the need to explain that she was stolen from a wolf by Harry's knights. And now, the whole wolf situation made a lot more sense.

Hilda's screams woke the unconscious wolf, who squeaked in surprise and struggled to break free from my grasp.

I locked my arms around the pup until it calmed down.

"Hush, hush, it's alright," I spoke softly.

I thought that it was Isla--why wouldn't it be?--but I wasn't completely sure.

The small creature was only about the length of my arm from nose to tail and when it was curled up like it was now in my arms, she was as easy to carry as a human baby.

She was a bit heavier than an infant, but nothing that I couldn't handle.

I gently set the blue wolf down on the bed and stroked her head.

"Isla? Is that you?"

The wolf whined softly, the intelligent blue eyes filled with confusion and fear.

"That is not my daughter. It can't be," Hilda cried, leaning forward on the bed.

"She's a monster."

"Hilda," I whispered, reaching across the bed to grab her trembling hand.

"It's alright."

"It can't be alright, Gaius. She's a werewolf. No wonder she was an orphan," Hilda looked disgusted at the Wolf on the bed and rose.

"We'll talk about this later." She strode from the room, sobbing.

Isla cried out after her and tried to follow, but

I placed a hand on her head.

"Let her go, darling. It'll be okay. It's not your fault at all."

Isla rose on shaky legs, Her head, perched upon her long neck, bumped my shoulder.

I stroked her back in comfort.

Hilda would get an earful later.

Isla is still our daughter.

Tbc