Soap held you close to his chest as he scratched at your back, trying to soothe the burning and discomfort. "Shh, shh...I know, angel, it hurts, I know."

He whispered. You were his kid, and that meant you were a werewolf. The full moon was coming up, and it was your very first time turning. Soap was used to the pain of it already, but you were not. At all. Everything burned and itched, not to mention every sense was heightened and you picked up on every little thing.

He hated seeing you in pain, especially knowing there was nothing he could do about it.