And as the full moon fell upon me once again, I felt a pain in my teeth and face.

I watched in the mirror as a pair of fangs grew from my canines, my nails that were once ordinary, now claws of a monster. I questioned if I was going mental, my eyes changing to a bright yellow like the sun.

I knew that the moment I ate that wolfs heart, I was never the same. I just didn't know how until that moment.

And for months it went on like that. I couldn't control what I had called "the shift." I had no idea how. Not until I was taken home, where my wife waited for me.

Not after I killed her. And my eyes turned blue.

I didn't mean to kill her. Never in a million years did I mean to. But I grew from that day. I learned to control it so I didn't hurt anyone else. And one day, my eyes turned red.

And I bit someone. My second wife. And she turned into a monster like I was. And we bore a child. His name is Alaric. And he was perfect.

Except, he was born a werewolf, rather than turning like I had, or my wife.

And he hated what he was. For decades we had to run from him, and I turned more people so they could protect my wife and I.

Eventually, my son had bore a child with a wife I never met. A daughter. I never met her but I knew she existed.

I can't live like this anymore. I refuse to run from my child. My wife met her fate years ago after he killed her. And I will meet mine.

My final journal entry.

August 28th, 1510. I'm 84. I'm too old to run now, despite feeling so young. I hope my children in the future don't have to live like I did.

To run for eternity. Fearful they will be taken too young.

I stared at the last sentence of Hugh's entry, a tear threatening to fall as I closed the journal, wiping it away quickly.

"Shit. That must have been rough to run for so long." Erica sighed as I nodded, setting the journal down.

"His own son. Do you think his daughter became an Argent? And that's how Allison and I are related?" I asked as the blonde shrugged.

"Maybe. But you'll never know, I guess." I shook my head and stood up, skimming through all of the journals.

"No. I know there is another journal in here, not from Hugh."

"It's a waste of time. You really think that his son journaled everything? Or someone else from your family?" Erica's heels clicked on the marble flooring of my library as I nodded in confirmation.

"I know they did. I do it. My father did it. My grandfather, too. Aha!" I yanked out a journal and stared down at it.

Samuel Edric. 1804

"1804? Jesus." Erica scoffed as I raised a brow at her. "There's centuries worth of unwritten secrets your family has, it's not worth reading."

"But it is! What if my ancestor wrote the secrets in here?" I flipped open the journal, scanning through the pages.

"I met a woman some months ago, though not in the way most would expect. Her name is Geneva... Argent. A werewolf hunter. How am I suppose to live a life with a woman who hunts what I am?"

"That's romantic... in a very sad way." Erica commented as I flipped to the next page, a note falling out of the page.

"Today, there was a baby at my doorstep with a note."  I picked up the paper and opened it, frowning.

"Samuel. I'm sorry that this is the last time you'll hear of me, but my family can never know that I've had a child with something like you. I should have never fallen for you the way I had."

"They had a kid? And she really just abandoned it?" Erica sat down and I sighed, looking the photo of the baby boy.

"I gave my son both of our names. Michael Edric-Argent. It's not the best, but what am I suppose to do with a kid?" I sat down on the ground as Erica took the note.

"Oh the darling love of my life." Erica exasperated and slapped a hand over her heart. "Wow, your ancestor was a werewolf had a child with a Hunter. Sad." I snatched the note from Erica, scorning at her.

"Shut it." I hissed, flipping through the pages of the journal and frowned. "It's empty."

"What?"

"The journal. He stopped writing in it." I sighed loudly in annoyance, flipping to the first page.

"Maybe he died or lost interest in writing." Erica assumed, leaning back in her chair.

"My father told me of a family secret that finally explained my black outs and strange dreams... that weren't actually dreams. A curse that my ancestor created because of his starvation. Werewolves. It was insane to even believe! But he promised to help me with my transitions and learn to control the shift like his father had before him." I read as Erica a hummed.

"So he didn't even know he was a werewolf foooor... how long? Decades, to say the least." She commented and I scoffed.

"Imagine not knowing that the 'dreams' you were having actually happened." I snickered at the thought, flipping to the next page and catching a photo in the process.

"My distant cousin. I found out he is a werewolf hunter. I have to run away from him, I can't trust what he'll do if he finds out my secret." I flipped the photo over, eyes widening in shock.

Erica didn't notice as she had been paying attention to her nails, and I quickly pocketed the photo.

"Relatives that hunt one another. Tragic." She flicked something off of her finger as I nodded, swallowing hard.

"Mhm. Definitely sad." I looked down at the last words of the page.

"If someone sees this... never trust an Argent."