Scott | Thomas
[He nods a little.] Yeah, I guess so. [He sits down at the foot of the bed, leaning on his knees slightly.] We were in the woods one night, investigating something you overheard your dad talking about, police radio chatter... [He shakes his head a little, the tiniest evidence of a smile tugging at one corner of hi mouth.] you were always listening in on that stuff... anyway...your dad caught us, but you took the fall and I his until he left. I got bitten by something in the woods that night. We didn't learn until a bit later it was a werewolf.
That's... why my eyes were red and...how I healed so fast. I'm a werewolf. [And Scott isn't exactly sure how he's going to take all of this. He almost expects him to call him crazy or be afraid of him now. He hopes he's wrong.]