If you were to tell Wanda that she grow to care for a child of her own in the future, she curse and laugh in your face. Wanda never saw herself as a mother. It not that she hated the idea but she never thought she ever have a family of her own. Sweet little fur bals. I mean hello? New DNA in human flesh? Was she even fertile? She adapted herself to being alone.

But then Ethan showed up.

Ethan Rivera. It was honestly just one night. One night after a concert where she stopped to rest. She just happened upon the young Irish boy telling jokes. She didn't know why but she started to laugh at them. Middle school her and Ethan were laughing at the jokes soon which she didn't realize. It was odd but a friendship bloomed. 

They stayed friends all the way up to high school where she started to feel her heart flutter. She loved this feeling but hated the consequences of this feeling. She hated that if she ever did marry Ethan she would never give him the life he wants. She was ready for that

But here we are. Years later. Wanda has not one but two little fur balls. One in high-school already. It warmed her heart to see them. They made her feel a joy she never knew even existed. It was like a dream. And on the day her kids were born she made a vow. To protect them, to never let them have a single scar on there face, to never feel the terror or pain she felt as a human child. She wasn't gonna smother them. She just vowed to stay there for them to protect them.

Oh but some things are just too good to be true

James was never a disobedient boy. Sassy yes but rude and disobedient no. He was a rough giant with a soft core. When he was 13 he was able to convince his parents to let him kill his victim in the victim house. The old house where Wanda used to kill the victims she had. Ethan eventually gree to accept the killing thing. Him and Wanda agreed but before James left Wanda had one rule for him. To always keep his guard up and never fall asleep on a hunt. He was doing so well for a few months 

But then the call happened.

Wanda and Ethan had just fell asleep after putting Veronica to sleep. They had a drowsiness in them that always took them out when a sudden bang was heard as was a yell.

"Mama! Papa!"

It was James voice.

It was odd. Wanda didn't know how to explain but the next thing she knew her and Ethan were healing and comforting a sobbing inconsolable James. She took her eyes to the wounds and gluped.

There was three claw marks, definitely from a rake across his cheek and a severe slash mark deep in his chest. 

Wanda and Ethan wasted no time, cleaning and healing the wounds. It took a while for them to heal but it thankfully didn't get too infected

James had fallen asleep and while asleep a victim snuck up on him and struck with the garden rake. James barely got out alive. He was able to injure the victim but ran away to try and get home.

Wanda felt shame. She felt she allowed this to happen. She failed...she failed. As a parent. Even at 16 years old she feels like a failure for allowing this to happen to her own son. She felt like he should have no scars in his adolescent or childhood. She doesn't know how to feel anymore 

She will never forget the look in James eyes as he cradled in her paws, apologizing for falling asleep