The Howling ▹ Klaus Mikaelson

000.

THE HOWLING.

000. INTERLUDE : you weren't lying when you said it would sting

"She's not strong enough," Rowan heard her uncle hiss. A pain filled groan was threatening to escape, but she managed to push it down and stay quiet. "She's a child! She doesn't need this!"

"You'd rather her be in pain for the rest of her life than for just a few more months?" Jules argued. "Think about it Mason - about the big picture. If we can make this work with someone as pig headed as Rowan, we can all make it work. We can all have control."

Rowan could almost picture her uncle's furrowed eyebrows. "So she's nothing but a guinea pig to you?" Mason almost shouted. He looked back at Rowan, thinking she was asleep, and hoping he didn't wake her.

"Well what is she to you then, huh?" Jules asked. Rowan could hear her take a step forward. "If you didn't want this, why would you bring her here?"

"You think this was my choice?" Mason shook his head. "My brother sent her here because he was too afraid of what she would cause for him! You think I wanted to raise a barely pubescent teenage werewolf?"

"I think that you want your niece to be safe, live a life without pain, and whether you like it or not, Mason, this is the best way."

"Yeah, and beating her, breaking her down and draining every ounce of who she is, is the best way to do that."

"You said we had to make her angry. You have any better ideas?"

Rowan didn't hear him reply, but she did hear sticks break under weight; she curled into herself.

"Please," she whimpered, voice hoarse. She turned over and looked at Mason and Jules with pleading eyes. "I can't do it anymore. It - it's not worth it," she breathed out weakly, "please don't." As Jules took another step forward, Rowan's voice raised in a tormented plea, a mixture of pleas and prayers for them to stop, but they were all cut off by an animalistic scream when Jules' hand encircled her arm and snapped it like a twig.

Mason closed his eyes and tried to block it all out. When his eyelids lifted, he saw Rowan's eyes glow, and claws extend. He felt a since of pride for his niece as she began to shift. Sometimes the end justify the means.

- this has been floating around in my head, and I realize how short it is, but ever since I mentioned something about the process Mason and Jules put her through, I've been asked for an explanation. Well, here it is!