Pamela & Clayton
"That's a dangerous suggestion," he said. Considering he was bound by the forces of Madison Valley to tell the truth. "I was a poor kin in the backwoods of Louisiana. My dad was in the service. The day he was supposed to come home, I went out exploring on my own. I got bit by a werewolf. I was eight years old. The werewolf killed my mother and when my dad got to the trailer and saw the blood and the fact I was missing? He killed himself. Jeremy found me, I don't know how long I was on my own, shifting between wolf and boy. He took me home and gave me a home and a family."
He sighed. That was not his favorite subject. "And then I grew up, studied Anthropology, got my PhD, and decided to teach Anthropology at Toronto. Met Elena, bit her even though no woman had ever survived the bite. She survived." That wasn't where the story ended, but he tried to stop himself there.