He was a good man, a father, a son, and a friend to those around him, but i never thought it'd be like this.
People tell me it was the moon's fault and the fact that it was in his fathers blood. He had no family, he'd seem like a loner so i never questioned him about it.
I should have know something was wrong when he came home late and smelled horrible. But I ignored the signs.
Our daughter even knew something was wrong. She was afraid to even look her father in the eyes, begging me to make it go away. But I just scolded her for acting that way.
But the next day I woke up and he wasn't beside me so i went outside. Then I saw it, I saw the changing. I seen my own love turn into the hateful one.
I howled after seeing him and everyone woke up. I was still mortified but the children starting whimpering, so I went into mother mode to protect them. My sister bit his neck and he was killed. After having to look at him dead we ran away into the dark.