"I can't believe you're actually gonna invite your father over here and tell him that you're a werewolf," Selina said.

"Well, what else can I do?" Elijah asked. "It's not like I can keep it from him. And even if I did-" he cut her off as she opened her mouth to suggest just that. "He would probably find out anyway, and yell at me for withholding things from him."

"Who cares what he thinks?" Selina replied. "You've done stuff to oppose him before. That's the only reason why we're married. Hell, it's the only reason why I'm still here!"

"Well, you're worth his rage," Elijah replied. "The knowledge that I'm a werewolf is not."

"Awwww!" Selina hugged him as the realization hit that the only time he'd ever disobeyed his father was cause of her. "I love you!"

"I love you too," Elijah replied. Then he turned around and saw Ethan running toward them. "I want a hug too!" He cried. Elijah brought him to his free arm and the three of them hugged together, a reminder that even if his father had been a harsh husband and father, he himself was not.

Later that night, Elijah went to tuck Ethan into bed. "Just a minute!" He said when Elijah moved to put the blankets over him and Clementine. "You have to wait for Imogene. She's not in bed yet!"

"Who's Imogene?" Elijah asked. "Did Clementine get a new name?"

"No, Imogene is someone else," Ethan replied very seriously. "She doesn't want you or Mommy to see her because you're grown ups and grown ups make her nervous."

"Ah," Elijah nodded. "I understand. You know, I had a friend like her when I was your age."

"You did?" Ethan asked. "Really?"

"Yes," Elijah nodded. "When your aunts, uncles, and I were children, Mother would tell us stories about guardian spirits and spells that could be done to summon them."

"And you did it?" Ethan asked.

"Yes," Elijah nodded. "Mine was a very beautiful woman. I can't remember her name though. But she made me feel safe and protected. It was wonderful."

"Did she look like Mommy?" Ethan asked. "Cause that sounds like Mommy."

"You have no idea how good I would have felt if I'd known as a child that I'd grow up to meet someone as caring and thoughtful as your mother," Elijah replied. "You and I are very lucky."

"Yeah," Ethan nodded. "We are. Imogene is in the bed now. You can put the covers over me."

"All right," Elijah replied and tucked him in before giving him a quick hug. As he made his way out the door, Ethan stopped him. "Daddy?" He said.

"What?" Elijah asked.

"I'm glad you came back," Ethan told him.

Elijah smiled. "I'm glad I came back too," he replied. "I missed you while I was gone."

"Good," Ethan nodded. "I missed you too."

Although Elijah was resolute about telling Mikael, he thought that he would practice a bit on other people beforehand. That was why he invited Laura and Edward and Gregory and Katherine over to visit.

"So, what happened to you, Father?" Gregory asked. "Because people don't just disappear for no reason."

"He was turned into a werewolf!" Selina blurted out. " Don't you remember? Now he's just like everyone in the family!" Then she looked at Elijah apologetically. "Sorry," she apologized, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. "You probably wanted to say that, didn't you?" She asked Elijah.

"It doesn't matter who says it," Elijah sighed, holding onto baby Eli and trying to stay calm.

"How?" Gregory asked.

"Your uncle's father," Elijah replied. "As revenge against mine."

"Well, you'd think he'd be over what happened," Laura said. "After all, it was like a million years ago!"

"A thousand," Elijah corrected dryly. "It was a thousand years ago!"

"Whatever," Laura shook her head. "The point is, it happened a long time ago and he should be over it without anyone else having to be a victim."

"Well, that's not what he thinks, apparently," Elijah replied with a sigh. "And now, here I am, like this..."

"Oh, it's not so bad!" Selina replied and hugged him.

"Yeah!" Katherine replied. "When Gregory turned, it wasn't the end of his life! He found a way to deal."

"The fact that you found it incredibly attractive helped," Gregory replied, before turning to his father. "Just think of it that way," he encouraged. "I'm sure Mother isn't going to think any less of you."

Elijah gave Selina, who had him in a vice-like grip and was eying him adoringly, a look. "I was never worried about that," he said.

Elijah looked at Edward. "What got you through your turning?"

"Having a wife as dedicated and tolerant as you have," Edward replied. "Whenever I had questions, she got hold of things that would give us answers, she went to Enid's with me on full moon nights and waited upstairs with all the other spouses until it was over, she didn't act horrified and run away...that all helped."

"Well, I'm sorry that I was no help in making it easier for you," Elijah apologized.

Edward shrugged. "I'm sure you had your reasons."

Elijah scoffed. "They weren't good ones."

"Telling your father won't be a problem," Selina assured him. "We'll just invite him over as soon as possible, tell him, and then it'll be over. Hell, I'll even be the one to say it if you're too nervous."

"I can handle talking to my own father, thank you," Elijah replied stiffly.

"Are you sure?" Selina asked. "Cause even just the thought of it makes you look like you're gonna faint or wet yourself or something."

"It doesn't!" Elijah cried.

"Actually," Laura said, "It kind of does, Daddy."

"Well, that's not good," Elijah replied. "Perhaps if I drink before I tell him, it'll be easier."

"That's why I drink before I talk to your father," Selina replied. "Don't you go telling me it's not useful."

Elijah sighed. "So, when should we invite him and Gwen over?"

"How about this weekend?" Selina asked. "It's Thursday now. There won't be too many days to wait."

"Good," Elijah replied. "I couldn't stand a long wait."

"This is a much better party than the last one I was forced to go to," Gwen remarked, stepping inside the house with King in her arms as Mikael followed behind and shut the door.

"Well, it's not really a party per se," Selina said apologetically. "Elijah just has something he needs to get off his chest."

"It was nice of him to just finally appear without giving word to anyone," Mikael replied gruffly as he and Gwen sat on the sofa. "I enjoyed those extra days I spent in the wilderness looking for nothing."

"Oh, you're exaggerating," Gwen replied. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad!"

"It was," Mikael replied. "Trust me."

Elijah then came into the room, standing with his spine very straight. He met Mikael's eyes and grabbed Selina's hand.

"Well, son," Mikael said, standing up to go meet him. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I-I-I" Elijah began.

"It's all right," Selina said. "You can say it. You can tell your father you're a werewolf now."

Mikael's eyes widened as he stared at his son. "You're...you're what?" He cried, yelling loud enough to make King burst into tears.

"Oh, good job!" Gwen burst out. "How wonderful of you to upset the baby!"

She stalked off with King while Elijah gripped Selina's hand even harder. "I'm a werewolf now," he mumbled. "Ronan kidnapped me and turned me as revenge for you killing his family a thousand years ago."

Mikael groaned. "I just can't be rid of that son of a bitch, can I?"

"No, apparently not," Elijah replied. "I just thought you should hear it from me instead of hearing it later from someone else."

"Well, at least you were enough of a man to tell me directly," Mikael replied. "I can be grateful for that."

"Is that supposed to be some sort of high praise?" Selina replied, rising to her feet. "He's going through hell right now, it's all your fault, and that's all you have to say?"

"Selina, sit," Elijah replied, tiredly. "There's no use continuing to fight about this."

"Fine," Selina replied. "I need a drink. Who else wants one?"