Y/N runs down the stairs, startling Lillian who was cleaning the plates. She turns around to the frantic woman.

"What's with all the ruckus." Lillian questions, turning around fully while drying her hands with a cloth.

"Tyran's not in his bed, he's gone! He's gone to the cliff!" Y/N says.

"What! How he didn't walk past us, and he's on the second floor."

"Haybales under his window." Y/N rushes over to the door, swinging it open. "I need to go and get him before he gets there himself, it's too dangerous for him to climb!" Y/N turns to the woman. "I will look after him when your gone, I promise, and I'll do anything for him" She slams the door shut, leaving Lillian alone, worried for her grandson's safety yet also relaxed knowing he'll be in good hands.

Y/N rushed down the paths of the village, people looking at her as if she was a crazy woman. She doesn't stop running as she runs over the bridge and poofing into her wolf and disappearing into the forest line, unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching her do so. She doesn't stop running, jumping over branches and rocks, over lakes and wholes. She goes full speed till she makes it to the cliff. She poofs back into her human version and begins climbing, her nails digging into the rocks, pulling herself effortlessly up till she reaches the top, to which she begins looking around.

"Tyran!" She shouts into the cave atop the cliff, her voice echoing. "Tyran!" She looks over to the cliff edge, seeing the said boy on the side of it, swinging his legs back and forth on the edge. He stands up and looks at the woman, smiling sheepishly.

"I'm here." He says. Y/N runs over to him, hugging him tightly.

"I've told you to never come here yourself! It'd dangerous, you stupid stupid kid." She says, putting the boy down, crouching down in front of him. "Just look what you've done to yourself." She gestures to the bruises and scrapes on his arms and face. "And what if you slip huh? And I wasn't there to catch you like last time!"

"But I knew you would have caught me," Tyran says, shrugging and beginning to walk back to where the climbed up.

"Don't you dare walk away from me, you just gave me and your grandmother a run for their life right there! When I get you home your gonna apologize to your gran then you're grounded."

"You can't ground me, your not my mom."

"I'm not trying to be like your mother, Tyran! I'm just trying to make sure the boy I see as a son doesn't get himself killed!" Y/N's eyes widen at her confession, looking like the boy turns around to face her. "I-I mean, I want to make sure your grandmother doesn't lose any other family, s-she sees you as a son, a-and I see you as a kid brother, yeah, aha." Tyran smiles at the stuttering woman, walking over to her and hugging her.

"You may not be my biological mom, but in my eyes, you are like the mother I never got to have." He hugs her tighter. Y/N wraps her arms around the boy, sniffing with a soft smile.

"I love you kid."

"I love you too, mama." He says, nuzzling his face into her stomach. Y/N smiles, stroking the boy's head.

"You still grounded though." She says, chuckling. The boy sighs.

"I could tell."

And like that, Tyran and Lillian had gotten a new addition to their small and obscure family, Tyran starting to call Y/N more his mother and referring to her as that when talking to people. Lillian happily accepted the woman into her family, as said, seeing her as another daughter. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months and months to years flew by. Tyran and Y/N's bond becoming stronger and stronger.

However as the days did fly by, Lillian's sickness begins getting worse and worse, and about a few months later after Tyran's 10th birthday(Which is the one he celebrated before), she was put on bed rest. Y/N started doing everything around the house, Tyran helping wherever he can too. Y/N starts making Lillian teas to combat the sickness, easing her pain and slowing down the symptoms as much as she can. Tyran spend most of his day besides his grandmother, keeping her company by reading poems and stories to her, just as she had when he was younger.

2 Years Later

A now 12-year-old Tyran, sits in the kitchen, cutting up apple slices into a bowl. The sound of a kettle whistling fills the room, as he walks over to pour it into a cup. He grabs the bowl and the cup, walking into a room where Lillian lays, her weakened state laying back into the puffed up pillows, her skin dull with dark circles under her eyes. He smiles at her.

"Hey granny, got ya some apple slices here and some sweet honey tea." He places the cup and bowl on the bedside table, sitting on the chair beside the bed, holding Lillian's hand. She smiles weakly at the boy.

"Thank you, dear." She says, giving his hand a weak squeeze. She lets out a few coughs, wincing in pain as she places her other hand on her chest. She goes to reach for the cup before Tyran stops her.

"I've got it." He says, grabbing it and blowing on it before lifting it to Lillian's mouth, tilting it slightly so she could drink it. She finishes and he places it back down on the table.

"You know, I'm sure I'll be back up and cooking myself in a few days," Lillian says, smiling. Tyran smiles sadly at her, knowing she's trying to make him feel better.

"Yeah, I know you will granny. Your just as strong as a mama, you make her scared with just a wooden spoon." He chuckles.

"Because that wooden spoon is made by the devil himself." A voice says from behind Tyran. He turns to see Y/N, who is now in normal village attire, a bunch of flowers in her hold. "You try getting hit in the ass with that, it hurts." She walks over to the other side of the bed, changing out the now-dead flowers with the fresh ones.

"Language missy, there's a young gentleman in here," Lillian says, chuckling at the woman.

Of course." Y/N chuckles herself. "So how are you feeling today?"

"I'm getting better." She replies, Y/N shaking her head.

"Ya know you are smart but not that good of a liar," Y/N says, patting the elderly woman's hand. A knock at the door interrupts their moments.

"I'll go and get it," Tyran says, sitting up from the chair and walking over to the door, opening it. "Oh uh, hey Jake."

"Hey Ty, just came over to give you this pumpkin pie I baked with my mom," Jake says, smiling at the boy.

"Oh Uhm, you didn't have to," Tyran says.

"No I do, It's only fair to do this with how I treated you years ago. I know you forgave me but I just don't forgive myself." Tyran looks at him suspiciously.

"Tyran, who's at the door?" Y/N says, walking out of the bedroom and to the door.

"Just Jake, mama," Tyran replies. Y/N walks over to him, smiling.

"Oh, hello Jake. Is that pumpkin pie for us?" She asks, Jake nods, smiling. He holds it out to her. Y/N takes it, nodding. "Why thank you, I'm sure it's delicious."

"I'll be off now, I promised to help my mama do some gardening. See you around, Tyran." Jake says, walking off. Y/N walks into the kitchen, Tyran following after closing the door. He watches as Y/N throws the pie into the bin. "You know, you would have thought after a year of still trying to poison me with wolfsbane, he would have stopped by now when he sees it's not working."

"Yup, what a waste of a pumpkin pie though," Tyran says, sitting at the table. Y/N walks into Lillian's room, sitting on the chair and holding her frail hand, rubbing the knuckles with her thumb softly.

"Did he try again?" Lillian asks, Y/N nods causing Lillian to frown. "I'm sorry that you have to fear this place...always keeping one eye open when you sleep."

"Nonsense, I've been running from death for years. I can handle a little kid." Y/N says, patting her hand gently. "Besides, it's only him who I've smelt wolfsbane on, so I don't eat anything he's given me."

"But you should still...be able to live a normal life here, without worrying."

"This is normal for me, I'll be fine," Y/N says. "Besides, nothing scarier than that wooden spoon of yours." Y/N chuckles, causing Lillian to let out a little laugh, only to make her cough harshly. Y/N gives her hand a slight squeeze, holding back a frown. "Now, I'm going to go to the next town over, and get some more of your favourite tea." She holds Lillian's hand close to her lips, gently kissing her knuckles. "Don't let Tyran do anything crazy, I know your laying in bed but you still can throw your shoe at him or something if he acts up."

"Of course I can, I'm not entirely useless," Lillian says, smiling.

"Of course, your not, as Tyran said, you're stronger than me." Y/N smiles before standing up, making sure Lillian is tucked. "Now get some sleep, I'll be back by the time you wake up."

Y/N walks out of the room, closing the door gently. She changed into some travelling attire, adorned with her cloak and a bag. She walks over to Tyran, smiling at the boy.

"I'm gonna be going to the town next over to get your grandma some more of her tea, okay, your gonna manage the house while I'm gone." She says, Tyran nods.

"Of course I am! I can look after myself and granny all by myself!" He says, smiling at her. She chuckles, ruffling his hair.

"You sure can buddy, now I'll be back a little after tea, so a few hours or so. But should be back before dark. Will you behave?" She asks.

"Yes mama, I'll behave. I promise." He says.

"Good." Y/N tied the empty bag to her belt alongside her money bag, heading to the door. "I'll see you later, don't forget to get yourself and your grandma something to eat and drink. And I'll be sure to bring back a little extra treat for us." She says, causing Tyran to get excited. She closes the door and begins walking out of the village, a pair of eyes watching with a smirk.

Y/N is leaving Stratford village, having bought Lillian her tea and is holding a boxed sponge, jam and coconut cake. She smells the box, her mouth nearly drooling.

"Oh I can't wait to eat this beauty, it smells delicious." She says, smiling to herself as she walks down the dirt path through the forest. She hears the crunching of leaves but ignores them as it being just animals. She stops in her tracks, sniffing...Animals don't smell of sweat-

She moves her head to the side slightly, just missing a thrown dagger. She growls, looking in the direction in which it came in. She listens again and hears the snap of a twig behind her, she jumps out of the way, yet again missing a thrown dagger. She growls again, looking around in all directions, smelling and listening to hear everything and anyone who could be near.

"There's 3 of you...and it seems you know who I am because I can smell wolfsbane," Y/N says. As if on cue, 3 men walk out of the forest, surrounding Y/N. "Now look fellas, it's been a long day, I just wanna get home and eat this delicious cake with my family, is that too much to ask for. I'll forget this even happened."

"You're not going back to Vroncaster, at least not without a few chains around you." One of the men day, throwing chains on the ground. Y/N looks at him.

"Look pal, I'm not into that sorta stuff." She jokes, causing the men to become flustered, but continue to stay calm.

"Look we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Y/N sighs, putting down the cake. She holds her hands up in surrender. One of the men grab the chains, walking over to her but before he could touch her, he's grabbed by the arm and swung over to one of the other men, the one not attacked becomes distracted, giving Y/N time to jump forwards, poofing into her wolf form and landing on top of the man, snarling and growling at him. She pushes her paws on his shoulders, causing him to hit his head on the floor and become disorientated. She hears the other two men begin to get up before growling at them, halting them in their movement. She poofs back into her human, smirking and grabbing a hold of the cake.

"Guess it was the easy way huh." She jokes, turning around with closed eyes only to feel dust being blown into her face. Her eyes shoot open, before widening in shock...

"Y-You, but ho-" Y/N drops the cake, falling to the ground, her body weakened and limp. She tries to sit up, but a boot lands across her face, knocking her back down. A feminine chuckle enters Y/N's ears, as she stares up at the woman.

"My son is no liar, I believed him the second he told me about you." She says, "But of course, I couldn't tell anyone I believed him, or I'd seem crazy so I had to play the mother who has a wild imagination kid. And people believed it." She chuckles, her cold eyes staring down at the shaking woman.

"You h-helped him, didn't you."

"With getting the wolfsbane? Yes, of course, I did. I couldn't help but overhear these gentlemen." She gestures to the 3 men on the floor, starting to get up. "That they were hunting a werewolf, who had passed through Stratford one day, and would you know you turned up in the next village not long after that."

"And she paid a good price for us to help her get you."

"I knew you wouldn't eat the foods that my son brought you, so I decided this was the best way. And I waited a year to see if you have any patterns, and I found that you go to Stratford on the same day and you take about the same time to get there and back"

"Y-You bit-" Y/N chokes out.

"Shhh." Jake's mother, Agnes, shushes, smirking down to the woman. "Let's get you back to the village, don't wanna be too late now do we." She says, before kicking Y/N hardly in the head, knocking her out.

Back in Vroncaster, Tyran is sat staring out the window, waiting for Y/N to come back home. His foot taps against the floor. He sighs, heading into his grandmother's room, sitting on the chair.

"Not back yet?" Lillian asks. Tyran shakes his head, a worried expression across his face. "Don't worry dear, she'll be fine. I'm sure she's taking her time because he doesn't want to mess up whatever she's bringing back for us."

"Yeah but she has long legs you know, she can walk fast." He says.

"I'm sure she has a good enough reason as to why she's taking her time," Lillian says, calming the boy down.

"Yeah, your probably right." Tyran's frown turns into excitement.

"Tyran, dear, could you reach into my bedside table and take out the book on the top for me please." Tyran nods, doing so. He notices it's empty, tilting his head in confusion.

"You want an empty book? Granny you know you shouldn't be writing as much."

"It's not for my dear, it's for you." Tyran looks to her in confusion, looking down at the cover to see it says his name as well as adventures below his name. "I and Y/N have been talking... about when I'm gone." Tyran frowns at this.

"Don't talk like that, you're not gone, not yet, so don't talk about that, please," Tyran says, his eyes slightly tearing up. Lillian rests her hand on top of Tyran's.

"When I'm gone, we've decided that you'll stay in the village with Y/N till your 16...then she'll take you away and out into the world." Tyran's eyes slightly widen.

"R-Really?" He questions. Lillian nods, smiling at the boy.

"And in that book, your gonna write down all your discoveries...about the things you've seen...the people you've met...everything...And once it's full, your gonna bring it back to my grave, and tell me all about them." Tyran looks from the book to his grandmother, his tears now falling down his cheeks as he hugs his grandmother, making sure to not hug too tight.

"I love you, granny, I love you so much! I don't want you to go, I wanna live my adventures and come back to you and tell them to you over pie, not to your grave." Tyran cries, "I don't want you to leave me." Lillian can't help but let her tears fall, hugging the boy back as tightly as she can.

"I love you too, Tyran. And I don't want to leave you either, but I know I have to. Don't you remember the poem, dear... Death is beautiful because it represents change. It's fate. I must die here so that book will be filled with the many adventures you'll go on...And it'll change you into the person you'll become for those adventures..." Tyran sniffs, as the two sit in silence, relishing in the peace.

Yells are suddenly heard from outside as Tyran and Lillian look out of the window in her bedroom. Tyran stands up, looking out to see a crowd forming and walking to the centre of town.

"What's going on?" Lillian questions.

"I have no idea, I'm going to go and look." Tyran goes to walk out.

"Be careful," Lillian says. Tyran smiles at her, nodding, leaving Lillian on her own. Tyran makes his way out of his house, following people to the centre of town.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asks one of the villagers, they look at him.

"They said they've caught something. They're from the next town over." The man replies to Tyran. The boy looks worried, making his way through the crowd before he reaches the opening. He sees 3 men in the centre, as well as Jake's mother and Jake. However something, in particular, catches his eye, someone in the dead centre, resting on their knees with their hands chained behind their back, a bag over their head.

"We come from Stratford, the next town over!" One of the men shouts. "Over there, our people caught sight of what was to be a Beastmen!" The crows erupt in gasps and whispers. "It left out village but this heroic mother and her son, came to us, telling us that it sought refuge in your village! And they've managed to find out who it is." Tyran shakes his head.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you! The Beastmen!" Time seems to slow down when one of the men grab the bag and pull it off the person's head, revealing a bruised up Y/N, her eye puffed up, blood trailing down her nose and mouth. She looks so...tired and weak...

"Let her go!" Tyran shouts, running forwards only for the 3rd man to grab him, holding him back.

"Stay away from her boy, she's nothing but a cold-blooded killer! She'll snap you with her jaw the first chance she gets! I should know because she did it to me!" He says. He pulls Tyran back away from Y/N, who looks at him with a sad expression.

"What is going on, let me through!" The chief exclaims, pushing through the crowns and into the open circle, seeing the scene. "What in god's name is happening here! I demand you to let that woman go, she's done nothing wrong!" He says.

"That's not true, she's the Beastmen!" Agnes shouts. "My son was right, she's nothing but a beast, she attacked these men! Just look at them, all bruised up and cut because she turned into a wolf and attacked them!"

"Because you