In the last few months that I have known Scott and Stiles, I have found myself becoming more powerful then I ever thought I would.

I've learned to accept my brothers death. And my mothers. I've learned that I'm actually not a straight guy. I've learned to love. To hate. To be my own person and not some silhouette behind the fake person I used to be.

I've learned I can be a bit over-sharing. And too sarcastic at times, and I blame a certain boy with a buzzcut for that. I've learned that I care too much sometimes, or I don't care at all. That I can practically flip my humanity off like a switch if it's to avenge someone I love.

And I've learned that my family was one of the first generations of werewolves... and werewolf hunters.

And that I'm a distant cousin to Allison Argent.

I've learned a lot.

I should stop using that word, shouldn't I? But it is true. I've discovered more about myself in a few months than I have in my whole life.

And I feel like I'm just getting started.

But maybe my story ends here for now. Since Gerard is "gone," and Jackson is now a werewolf. The world can finally rest for a moment.

And maybe I can finally take Stiles out on a date that won't be interrupted by something supernatural.

This is the last page to my journal. It was nice to look back on memories. So maybe I can teach someone a few facts.

Fact number one: a wolf howls to signal it's location to the rest of it's pack. And I've heard a number of howls since I've become a werewolf.

And sooner or later, something is going to howl again.

And I'll listen.

AHHHHH ITS OVER

HOLY SHIT THE BOOK IS FINISHED!

I'm so glad you got this far! If you did I hope you enjoyed it and I want to thank you all so much for the support!

I'll most likely had the prologue for book two out next week! So be on the look-out for "Blood-Lines"  😁

I'll see you around ;)