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And also why the f*** a useless drunk

like you would take any interest in him.

I feel like secrets are being kept from me.

- No, listen, you know what I know.

- So you didn't tell him

anything about us?

And you got nothing

to tell me about him?

- No, no, Connor, no way.

You gotta believe me.

- And this has nothing to do

with your brother Joe?

You tell me right now,

who is this f***ing kid, huh?

What's he doing here?

And can I tear his f***ing guts out

without facing any backlash?

- No, I don't know. I don't.

I don't know anything.

I just tried to get him to f***ing leave,

save us all a bunch of trouble.

- That sounds believable.

So now I guess the one thing left to do

is to make sure that you...

don't tell him anything else

before I'm ready to deal with him.

- I won't, I won't... I swear it.

- No, Carter. You know what a promise

from your family means to me?

Going to have ourselves

a night hunt, boys!

Yeah!

- You know how this works, Carter.

So run!

Yeah...

One, two, three, four...

Ready or not...

here we come!

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you!

You smell that?

- Oh my God!

- Sorry.

You smell that, right, that reek?

- Yeah. Can you?

- We're downwind.

An asthmatic with a head cold

could smell it from here.

- What are you doing out here?

- They've killed someone.

I need to find out who.

Shh...

Okay, you can look,

but don't make a sound.

- No way.

- To Connor!

- What are they eating?

- His name's Carter.

Carter Wills.

- Jesus.

- We gotta go.

Come on. Now!

- Ugh!

They were...

They were, all of them...

- Wolves, yeah...

Just like you.

...a star student,

a gifted athlete,

but no one suspected

the insanity that lay within...

- Great, they're playing that crap now.

- No, son.

We had it TiVo'd.

- Oh, Cayden, I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- What are you sorry about?

It's not your fault.

- No, son.

It's my fault.

Ah!

This is your mother.

- My mother?

- Lucinda was my sister's girl.

What a beauty she was.

- We've been here a long time,

werewolves of the Eastern Coast.

We came here on the ships,

the first ships.

Of course, there's not many

of the old lines left.

Most of us paired up with the locals,

thinning the breed.

Like this one here.

Too beautiful to resist.

- I'm not part of the pack, you see.

I just like men with chest hair.

- There's two ways

to become a wolf, Cayden.

You can be born into it,

like you, me, Angel and her sister.

Or you can be infected with it,

bitten by a purebred.

But those...

those will never have

the power of a pure-born wolf.

They'll change, but it's weaker, diluted.

Now, Connory Slaughter...

He is one of the last

of the purebred wolves for miles.

All this really started

when Lucinda caught his eye.

She was a town wolf.

One of the last of the pure lines.

In his eyes, she was made for him.

He came in the night and took her by force.

Lucinda got pregnant...

with you.

- What?

No...

John, what you're saying is that...

that that a**hole up in the hills is...

is my father?

- By blood he is, yeah.

When her father found out

she was pregnant,

he threatened to kill her.

So we faked Lucinda's death.

I hid her away in our cellar

till she came to term.

We agreed that Connor must never find out

about you, Cayden.

So I convinced Lucinda

to give you up for adoption.

- Broken-hearted, she let you go.

- And she killed herself that September.

Once Lucinda was gone,

Connor got worse.

He formed a savage pack.

He bit them, changed them...

They moved up into those hills there,

to run and hunt and kill.

Spending less and less time

in human form.

It gets into you, you see, the wild.

So, the deal was they'd live up there

and none of us town wolves

would interfere with them.

And we would both keep the secret

from the outside.

But now...

now Connor's getting older

and he's thinking about his legacy.

- Meaning what, exactly?

- Now that she's come of age...

Connor intends to have a son...

with one of the last

purebred wolves in town.

- No!

- Yeah. That's the deal.

- When?

- When he decides it's time.

- You're just gonna go along with it?

- I have to.

If I back out, if I try to leave...

he'll murder John, Clara,

my sister, everyone.

- Jesus!

- Cayden, stop.

He doesn't care about the law.

He doesn't care if he dies.

He'll butcher anyone

that stands in his way.

- Is it what you want?

- What I want?

I want to move to a city.

Live my life.

But this is the only way

I can protect the people that I love.

If I give him a son, he'll let me go.

Then, I'll be free.

- A son.

Like me.

And then this whole thing

goes on and on.

- Yeah, well, it's been going on forever.

You shouldn't have come back here.

You're too good for this place.

- Don't say that.

- Why not?

- Because...

I... I killed my parents.

I don't remember it.

I just woke up and they were dead,

torn apart.

- You know, my father,

he was a world champion drunk, my dad.

He killed my mom one full moon.

He came home drunk, angry,

and he just...

When he came around

and he found her...

he cut his own throat.

Gail and I kicked it around for years.

Was it the wolf that killed

our mom, or the man?

Or just the booze?

I don't know.

It always seemed to be in him somehow,

that potential for blind murder.

The thing is,

it doesn't seem to be in you.

- Well, it is.

The moonlight.

The violence.

I feel it.

- I know.

I can feel it, too.

But that's our big question, right?

Is it a gift or a curse?

- So, which is it?

- Come on. I'll show you.

Seeing things the way we see them.

The scents, the sounds...

This bond with nature.

Mama always said it was a power...

and a gift.

There. You feel that? Cayden?

- So... what do we do?

Let the beast run wild?

Let it kill whoever gets in our way?

- Of course not.

We use it, learn to control it.

And we'd only ever kill

anyone who threatens the ones we love.

- That's... really hot.

Angel, that's, uh...

that's not a good idea.

- Really? 'Cause it seems

like a pretty good idea.

- It's been a long, long time since...

- What?

Wait, not... never?

- No, not never, exactly.

Just... rarely without...

incident.

- I see.

You're afraid the excitement,

the adrenaline...

might make you change.

- Yeah, that's right.

Okay?

- Okay

So what?

I mean, if anything were to happen...

That's how I'd want it.

Hello in the barn?

- Hello?

- Just a sec!

Ugh!

Hey, John.

- Hey, yourself.

How's things?

- Good.

- Yeah, good.

- Very... very good.

I think we're all...

I think we're all pretty good.

- Good.

And where's Angel?

Has she gone home?

Uh, no! Up here!

Hey, John?

- Yeah?

- Do you think Clara might have a blouse

or something I can borrow?

- Oh, we'll see.

Clara! Take off your shirt!

Larson, it's a matter of defending

ourselves. - It's suicide.

We can't fight...

- We gotta do it now!

- You know what they left

of my little brother?

- Well...

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