Positive change.

Isabella's POV

I opened my eyes to hear screaming. It took me a few more seconds to find out that the lone source wasn't the baby, but myself.

I shut my mouth and began panting.

Looking around in alarm.

The room was bright. Lightened up by the sun. There was no shadow, nor another person in sight. The place was empty. And yet, I could vividly see the red eyes.

Was it all a dream?

I was brought to reality by my baby's cry. Moving out of the bed with such a speed that I almost stumbled, I rushed towards his crib to calm him down.

"There, there," I tried, but he remained inconsolable, wailing loudly as his little limbs moved around.

I remembered what the nurse had told me one day, about the bond between a werewolf mother and child.

"You have to be more careful about the bond. Any bit if your emotions could trigger him to some extent, especially newborns."

"Oh." I moaned helplessly as I tried picking him up, taking deep breaths as I did.

"I'm so