The strange man was staring at Peter and Helen as they slept in the hospital safe room. Rare for him to manifest in the physical realm; a trick he rarely understands as he has spent millennia in the subconscious of those that dream. Watching the were-rabbit curled up next to Peter as he rumbled softly in his sleep; his leonine paws placed gently on the white furred abdomen of Helen.
The strange man could not understand why he was there in the room; he was on his way to check up on a few couples when he felt pulled here. Sighing as he sits down in the chair; the strange man wonders if he pushed things too far for the couple in front of him. As a draconic being, the strange man was privy to many secrets and ancient lore; some as old as time itself. Yet whispering in that pharmacists head as he slept; giving him the formula to the were-birth control pill, the strange man wondered if his guidance was treading more towards meddling.
He did feel a pang of regret when Helen was purposely given the wrong batch of pills; driving her mad with an unshakable heat that only a were-lion could quench. That were-lion in question nearly dying a few night’s prior when he was shot for his car. While that was unexpected, as the strange man used his skills to make Pete r want to fight to live; the strange man still felt he did the couple wrong by forcing them together the way he did.
“Perhaps,” the strange man getting up; “an explanation would be in order. But I’m not really keen on waking up a were-lion that is rather protective of his mate.”
Pulling out a pen and a piece of paper the strange man writes in an elegant script.
‘To Peter and Helen,
I would like to say that you to look quite happy together as you sleep. I would also like to say that you’re meeting and falling in love was planned and pre-ordained. While the first is true, the second however was not. At least not the way it was suppose to happened for you.
Yes you were meant to be together and happy; that I can say is true. Yet the way I maneuvered you two together was wrong and potentially life threatening. How was I to know that the pills Helen was being given would cause an intense heat cycle that no woman should endure. I know if it wasn’t for the quick thinking of Doctor Tora Tachibana, you would most assuredly be pregnant and with child Helen. Conception for a were-beast is far quicker than a normal human; but as a doctor, I’m sure you already knew that Helen.
I must confess it was I that maneuvered the pharmacist you visited Helen, to give you the batch of were-birth control pills you took. For that I am truly sorry. Giving him the secret to the were-birth control formula so he could help those in financial need however, I do not apologize for. It was the right thing to do and necessary. As a draconic being I am knowledgeable in a lot matters; yet bereft in my own origins. Since the start of the new century, an increase in hybrid-weres could be felt. It has made me dub the 2000’s as the century for hybrids. I am well aware that the pills for hybrids have to specially made and are really expensive; by giving the pharmacist the keys needed to figure it out, I was certain that it would give those a cheaper alternative to the pill Tachibana Enterprises has been manufacturing.
While I cannot tell for certain if your first child will be a boy or a girl; I can for certain state to you both, that it will be a hybrid were-lion/rabbit. I wonder how he or she will look upon their first transformation. While I’m sure you two will have a dozen or so questions to ask upon seeing this letter addressed to you; one being how I got in here. For that I can only answer with a shrug. While you and I have not personally talked Helen, your husband Peter and I have had a couple of chats. Most notably when he was shot and nearly at deaths door this past Friday; he will know who I am.
May you have peaceful dreams for the remainder of the were-wedding you two just had.
The Guide’
Folding up the letter and placing it gingerly under Peter’s mighty paw as he slept; the strange man breathed a sigh of relief as he backed away. Looking at the were-lion and were-rabbit snuggled up to each other; the strange man remembers that the two were originally supposed to meet up by chance. Peter chasing down some prey as he ran across member of his pride tormenting the doctor, thinking she was a toy or at worst a meal. Roaring in rage as to how they feel scaring or harming a fellow were could be considered fun as he savagely beats them. Turning around to see the were-rabbit frighten and afraid as he did his best to comfort the scared woman.
“Why couldn’t it have been that,” the strange man whispering; “a damsel in distress has always made for a better fairy tale ending.”
Becoming ethereal as he fades from view; the strange man now back in the world of dreams, sheds his human form and assumes his misty dragon form as he heads to check up on a few folks.
“Since I’m here at the hospital,” the strange man thinking to himself; “might as well check up on Melissa Stovall and her son and daughter.”