Rose and I were deep in love. After years, we had a child. We both had high-paying jobs but we still only had a small house because we spent so much of our money on Wolfsbane Potion. On the first full moon of the child's life, Rose and I transformed, but kept our minds intact. We stared into the baby's crib and stared at it, expecting it to turn into a wolf pup. We stayed up all night looking at it without the slightest change.

After years of staring at the child at the time of the full moon, we were convinced that it wasn't a werewolf. Even if two werewolves reproduce, the offspring is not infected with the disease, well at least in our case. We stopped staring at our son while he slept, as it gave him nightmares. We still wait for him to change every full moon. When this book is published, that means I will be dead.

It is proven that when two werewolves mate during the full moon, the offspring will be entirely wolf except for their high intelligence.