We went into Derek's office and he pulled out a big leather book. It looked about decades old and the title was in Latin. He pushed the book towards me as his wife stood next to him. They both had sad smiles on their faces knowing that once I knew the truth things would change. "What does the title mean?" I asked.
"Sarcina Chronico Luna Venetus," he replied, "It's Latin for the Chronicle of the Blue Moon Pack,"
"Still confused,"I answered in a monotone
"The book has all the answers," Sophie replied. I opened the book cautiously. What if the truth wasn't something I wanted to know, or what if I really was not ready for it. Either way, I was about to find out. On opening the book a blinding golden light emitted from it, and began filling the room. The scene had now changed. It looked a little like the eighteenth century. There was an old man with a book similar to the one I had but it didn't look as aged. I followed him into the mansion he had gone into and found him in a library.
He began writing in the book about what seemed to be his life. He put his name, Pythagorus Smith, on top of some sort of tree and the name Marie Haywood-Smith next to it. Were they related to me? Before I could do anything else the bright light flashed again and I seemed to be in some sort of old fashion hospital. "Marie, you've given birth to a baby boy," a nurse chirped. This was Marie, Pythagorus' wife. "I'll name him Paul, if only your father were alive," she whispered before falling into what seemed like death. The bright light shone again and I saw Paul writing in the same book his father wrote in. Under his father's name he wrote his and beside it he wrote Marilyn Moore-Smith. Ive heard that name before but I just couldn't remember.
The bright light shone again and I saw Marilyn holding a baby with Paul right beside her. "We'll name him Mark," Paul announced as everyone else in the room cheered and rise their glasses. The next thing I saw was Mark writing his name next to the name Rhenetta. That name I knew, it was a name I knew too well. She was my mother. The one that allegedly died with Mark in a car accident. The light flashed once again and I saw my mother holding a baby in her arms, it was me. So that means Pythagorus would have been my great grandfather. Then a flash of light emitted from the book again there was an argument between two groups of people. My parents were there and so was I. I looked about two. Right before my eyes the people turned into massive wolves, there was a war.
My mother ran with me through the forest and gave me to what looked like Sophie and ordered her to take care of me until the day she summoned her back before turning into a wolf and running back to the direction I came. It was the last vision I saw before I heard the book slam shut and darkness clouded my vision followed by me collapsing.
