Accalia's POV
The house was still. As if no one had lived here in years. I walked into my father's study to creepy around and see what I could find. Just so I could prove that Easton my lying and making up the whole werewolf hunter story. All the books in the study looked brand new and untouched. Nothing old or out of place that I could see until I opened the drawer in the desk. There had looked to be a couple journals that seemed to fit the category. Once I grabbed two of the journals, I heard the door open. "Hunny what are you doing in here?" My mom said looking surprised to see me here. "Haven't been in here in years just wanted to see if it was still the same." I said sliding two the two journals under my shirt so that my mother wouldn't notice them. She smiled and started walking to the door. "Close the door when your done so that your father docent feel like any of his things were disturbed." once I heard her close their bedroom door I walked out and took off up to my room. I was about to prove my family wasn't killers. I closed the door and got into bed with the journals in my hands. Starting from the beginning would take me hours to read. I looked at my phone it was 11:30. I knew it would take me all night to read through these, so I got comfortable and starting reading.
My heart started to hurt as I read threw the journals. but it didn't hurt as much as the last entry my father had written the day I had woken up after the attack. As I read, I became upset and pissed off all at once. My face was as red as a cherry and tears streamed from my eyes as I continued reading.
November 22nd, 2018, 10:55 AM
Last night my baby girl was found outside on the porch swing by Dean. Her arms were bleeding profusely and so was her neck so I couldn't tell what was wrong or what had happened until Lexi and I brought her in the house and clean her up. Lexi almost fainted when we cleaned her neck to see nothing other than the bite of a damn werewolf. I was disgusted in the sight. After all these years the monsters had come back to Seattle to get revenge on our family line. They had planned this thing for years waiting for our family to think we were safe. To think we were through with the hunting. But it wasn't over and they had just opened a closed wound. First with my mother attacking her after conceiving my sister. Turning them both into monsters. My mother tried to fight the change along with Lilith for years. Wolfsbane being injected into them every full moon forcing them to be chained in the basement until morning light. It worked for my mother until she died of old age. But my sister on the other hand didn't make it to past 19. She was to strong to stop and my father and I had to put her down. Those scars still hurt to this day but instead of them leaving well enough alone they attacked my daughter. Turning my angle into one of them. The thing I hated the most.
I finished the last sentence and threw the journal across the room which caused some hidden pictures come flying out. I got up from the bed and looked at the pictures. Images of what my dad called werewolves but at the bottom was written first Lycan kill. Others were of the heads cut off remaining in their werewolf form and the other half had returned to their human form. The pictures had only gotten more foul and disturbing as I continued. The last one made me run to the bathroom and vomit. It was my dad with a chainsaw severing the animals body in half with a smile on his face. The father that had raised me was nowhere to be found in these. He was like a whole different person. I grabbed my phone and found Easton's number. I didn't want to admit he was right but I had to give the devil his due. He was right. My father was a werewolf hunter and it wasn't just him. It was my whole family line. We were the Snow's . the longest line of werewolf hunters in the pacific north west. Ill be turning into what my family line hated and killed. I would be in danger and there was nothing I could do. In a few weeks id be a werewolf and my family would hunt me and put me down.