Two men, Marcel and Sebastien, struggle through the rain. The men wear what appear to be French military uniforms and say they are running from British soldiers. Sebastien collapses face down in the mud, Marcel picks him up and helps him to move on.

When they do finally find shelter in a small inn, Sebastien writes a letter, "Dear Marie-Jeanne, I wish I had better news to report." It reads, "But even with the support of our Indian allies, we are losing this war to the British. We have heard the news that Montreal has fallen. Marcel and I have both suffered injuries. All that keeps us alive is the hope of seeing our home again, and of seeing you, my sister."

A British search party, with dogs, can be heard in the storm outside. A woman comes to their table, "You can't be here." She tells the two soldiers. A sound of the thunder can be heard from the outside. The men give her pleading looks, "You don't understand. You've come to the wrong place to hide."

"Quiet." A patron of the inn whispers at her. The woman eyes the patron briefly, before focusing on the two soldiers.

"There's something out there." She explains to them, seeing their confused expressions, "Something other than the British soldiers."

"What do you mean other?" Sebastien questions her.

The woman looks around them carefully, before leaning in closer to them, "A creature of the night." She whispers.

Marcel is obviously unconvinced, "Don't listen to her." He tells his friend who is intrigued the idea.

"A shapeshifter." She continues, seeing at least one of them interested. "A demon."

"What kind?" Sebastien questions.

"Sebastien..." Marcel says.

"What kind of demon?" He presses to the woman.

"A Demon-Wolf." She answered with fear in her eyes.

Outside, the British advance as the rain pours and the lightning flashes. They are taken out one by one by an unseen, growling attacker. One Brit begins bangs on the door, "For God's sake, open the door!" He begs them, but no one moves to open the door, "Please! Open!"

The door gives away from the constant pounds and Sebastien can see the soldier looking wild, "Help!"

Behind him, the sound of a growl follows and pulls him into the darkness. The only sounds that can be heard are the sounds of his screams, but once they were silenced, the people of the inn are faced with a shadow with glowing eyes.


"That letter would eventually find its way into the hands of a young woman." Gerard explained, "A skilled hunter who would later face the Beast armed with nothing but a steel-tipped pike." He shared, "She would be known by history as the Maid of Gevaudan."

A woman in a hood stalks an unseen animal through the snow-covered woods above Gévaudan, France.

"But her real name was Marie-Jeanne."

The woman pulls back her hood and reveals a face that takes on the same appearance as Allison Argent.

Landon and Jordan have been listening to the story, "Maybe someone should resurrect her." Jordan told the older Argent with disdain and headed for the door.

Landon stepped in his way, "Don't leave."

"My dreams aren't like yours, Landon." He told the Reaper, "I'm not just a harbinger of death. I'm the cause of it." He gave the Argents one more glance before stepping around Landon to leave.

Landon doesn't believe it for a second, "Jordan..." Landon called out to him ready to follow.

"Let him go," Gerard advised.

Landon narrowed his eyes at him, "Why?"

"Because as much as we believe Parrish could take on the Beast..." Chris answered, taking a deep breath, "Neither of us think he's our only hope at stopping it."

Landon stepped towards Chris with interest, "What do you mean?"

"We think there's another," Gerard answered. Landon turned his head at him slowly, "You."


In an Inn in Gevaudan, a man is about to tack up a sign that details the search for LA BETE when Marie-Jeanne fires a crossbow bolt into the sign, tacking it to the wall, "Merci, Marie-Jeanne." He hands her the letter from her brother as she reads it silently, "Don't give up hope." He offers to her.

"Her name was Agnes." A man at a table says, "She was eleven-years-old." He drinks his drink, "Eleven. Torn limb from limb." He recounts, "There wasn't enough of her left for a proper burial."

"I am aware." The barman says, "I'm also aware that every new report conflicts with the last." This earns him some questions looks, "Some say it is part hyena, part wolf. It has red fur, black fur, cloven hooves, a stripe down its back." He shares with them, "We know it kills at night. It targets the head and neck. This we know for sure. It won't stop."

The man speaks again, "Where the wolf finds a lamb, there he seeks another. But it never eats its victims." He enthuses, "It kills for sport. No animal kills for sport."

"This is no animal." The barman agrees.

"Tell that to the King." The man challenges him, "I have word he may send a contingent of his own professional hunters." He looks around the inn, "Until then, we can use volunteers for a hunting party. Especially, someone to lead it."

Someone new enters inside the inn, "Why ask for a volunteer?" He questions the two, "We all know who the best hunter is in Gevaudan." Something about the voice seems familiar to Marie-Jeanne, "Marie-Jeanne Valet. My sister."

At this call out, Marie-Jeanne jumps from her seat in shock as she sees her brother standing by the door with a big smile on his face. He gives her a bigger one in return as she runs to embrace him, "Bastard!" She calls him, playfully hugging tightly.

The man is surprised as well he takes a turn in going at the newcomer, "Good to have you back." He claims, "Don't worry, my friend. You still have a job."

The old man chuckles at the assurance, "I am not going to argue with your brother, Marie-Jeanne." He tells her, "What do you say?"

The patrons seem to answer for her as they all start chanting, "Marie-Jeanne! Marie-Jeanne!"

Sebastien appears to be proud of this, "Well?" He questions his sister, "Will you heed their call?"

"Marie-Jeanne was a lot like you, Landon." Gerard shared with him. "Skeptical of her own abilities." Landon eyed him carefully, "And once, actually, just as skeptical of the supernatural."

"I hunt animals." Marie-Jeanne answers with a smile on her face, "Not rumors."

The bar erupts with laughter until a man comes in carrying the body of a young boy. The barkeep seems to immediately recognize the boy as he moves to his side, "Emile?" He calls out to the boy. All he gets in the sound of labored breathing, "Emile?" He cries out, "Mon Dieu, my son." The boy takes his last shallow breath and dies.

The man, Henri speaks, "I found him in the woods." Henri tells him, "He whispered his last words to me."

"What were they?" The now grieving father questions.

"La Bête." Henri answers, "The Beast."

Marie-Jeanne rises to the occasion, "Monsieur Tolbert, I do not know what creature did this." She tells him with conviction, "But the hunting party leaves at dawn."


Landon was suspicious of the tale from the very beginning, "Why didn't he warn her?" Landon questioned Gerard.

"He told her about everything that they'd seen during the war." Gerard explained, "But like I said, Marie-Jeanne was a skeptic."

Early morning the hunting party is gathering their weapons at the inn. Marie-Jeanne is chiding her brother, "You believe it?" She questions him, "I never knew you were so superstitious."

Sebastian shakes his head at her, "I don't need to believe in something I saw with my own eyes."

"And I've been through every inch of these woods and hunted just about every creature under the sun." She challenges him.

"But not the moon." Marcel points out, seemingly surprising Marie-Jeanne.

"Are you trying to frighten me?" She questions him.

"I'm trying to warn you." He tells her.

"You're gonna need more than ordinary steel to stop the Beast," Sebastien tells her.

As the hunters set out, Marie-Jeanne notices Marcel locking the cellar door.

"They searched from dawn till dusk, hoping to find the Beast where it slept. But they knew they'd most likely only encounter it at nightfall." Gerard continued with the tale, "It was just after midnight when the first torch went out…"

The hunting party is attacked one after the other. Marie-Jeanne looks into the darkness trying to get a bead on the beast. She manages to hit the beast with an arrow. The Beast retaliates as she gets scratched and drops her crossbow. She pulls out her knife. She spies the beast's glowing white eyes and prepares for its attack.

Henri comes running from the darkness, "Get down!" He shouts at Marie-Jeanne as he casts a circle of Mountain Ash dust. The beast slams into the barrier, but can't get through. Marie-Jeanne watches as it tries one more time, but it fails and the beast runs away.

Marie-Jeanne gets up from the ground, "That..." She stammers in shock, eyes wide and body shaking, "That was no wolf!"

"Of course not, you fool." Henri replies, "It was a werewolf."


Landon stood up from his seat as he heard a distance yell, before almost collapsing in the process. Chris showed immediate concern, "Landon?"

"Something's happening." He answered with mild concern.

Gerard watched him with interest, while Chris continued asking the questions, "Now?"

"I don't know," Landon admitted, "But something's wrong." He gets the familiar sensation of dread, "I can't stay here."

"You should hear the rest of the story."

Landon eyed the older Argent, "I already know the rest of the story."

In the library, Allison Argent is researching the lead that her aunt, Kate Argent, has left behind for Allison to learn about her family history,"The beast of Gevaudan." Allison reads from a website that she has found, "Listen. "A quadruped wolf - like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767." She reads with interest while Landon tries to look incredibly bored, "La Bete killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the King Louie the 15th sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it."

"Boring," Landon comments with an eye roll.

Allison laughs the comment but continues reading her findings, "Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan."

"Still boring."

"Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of a hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid."

Landon pretends that he is about to doze off, ""Slipping into a coma" bored."

Allison ignores the obvious disinterest and continues reading, "While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape - shift into a man - eating monster."

"The Internet?" Gerard questioned with amusement, "If that's what you and my granddaughter's most reliable source of information, then you might as well go."

Landon eyed Chris for some back-up, however even he seemed to think that it was a good idea for Landon to hear the rest of the story, "He knows it better than any of us."

Landon reluctantly took his previous seat, "What happened next?"

"Henri brought Marie-Jeanne to his home." Gerard continued with the tale, "A place protected by a circle of Mountain Ash trees."

Marie-Jeanne notices that he has jars of powder and some berries on his table, "What is this?" She questions holding up a jar with a dark powder inside.

"Mountain Ash."

"And that?" She questions picking up a berry.

"Mistletoe." He answers, while Marie-Jeanne exams the berries a bit closer to her face, "Please, put that down."

She does as direct, but she is intrigued by the materials on the table, "Why do you have all of this?"

"To protect myself." He explains, "I have spent, half a lifetime gathering the implements and skills to survive a werewolf." He notices that Marie-Jeanne is still showing interest towards the powder and berries, "I can teach you if you want to know." He offers to her.

She shakes her head, "I do not care about surviving one." She turns and faces him, "I want to know how to kill one."


"Marie-Jeanne knew she couldn't just take out another hunting party armed with mistletoe and Rowan berries. She needed an advantage. She needed to know her enemy."

Marie-Jeanne pours wine for everyone in the inn, "To honor the dead." She announces, holding up her drink, "I expect everyone to drink."

"To the dead!" The patrons of the inn repeat. They all take their drink and make crouched up faces. The drink appears to have a bitter taste.

The sound of glass shatters as Marcel somehow breaks his glass and ends up cutting his hand, "I have got him." Marie-Jeanne tells the attending barman, she guides Marcel through the inn, "Come, out to the well."

By the well, she inspects the wound, "Do you have any cloth?" She questions, "Something to wrap your hand?"

"Yes." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key instead, "In the cellar." Marie-Jeanne gives him a cautious look, "You'll find what you're looking for in the cellar."

She takes the key, opens the door with a creak, descends when she reaches the bottom she gasps in horror as there is a pile of dead bodies.

She returns to Marcel with crossbow drawn, "Go ahead." Marcel begs from where he waits, "Release the arrow." Marie-Jeanne doesn't do so, "Do it, Marie-Jeanne. Go ahead." He steps closer and continues to begging, "Let the arrow fly. Release it, Marie-Jeanne."

He reaches for the bow and the arrow flies up and away as Marie-Jeanne jerks back.

However, she notices something on the ground, "You're not the killer." She states looking at the red blood in the snow, "You're covering for him."

Inside the inn, Sebastien begins to cough and gasp. His eyes glow white.

"Marie-Jeanne confronted her brother the moment she walked back into the Tavern."

"You have killed children." She accuses her brother, her bow trained on him.

Sebastien gets up from his seat, "I kill whatever dares to cross my path."

"Why?"

"It's what I am. What I've become." He explains, "You've heard the old story of what happens when you drink rainwater from the paw print of a wolf."

While hiding from the British, Sebastien falls face first into a puddle of water in shape of a claw-print. He takes a sip and later at the Tavern where he is hiding, transforms and killed the woman in the shack and all the soldiers outside, "You become the Demon-Wolf."

"Tell them it's me." He dares her with a crooked smile, "Then watch me tear them apart in a matter of moments. Every last soul in this place."

"You're a monster."


"Marie-Jeanne hunted Sebastien for three years until she finally cornered him in 1767."

Marie-Jeanne runs through the snow apparently fleeing from her brother who is in human form with an arrow sticking out of his arm, "Nowhere left to run, sister."

As he follows, black, smoke-like shadows rise from the snow and coalesce around him to form the beast. He lets out a mighty roar as he gets closer to Marie-Jeanne.

Marie-Jeanne slides along the ground and picks up the spear that was hidden in the snow. She quickly turns to face Sebastien just as he jumps at her. With the spear up and ready, the Beast is pierced with the spear as his body slides down alongside it until it is protruding out his back.

Sebastien becomes human again, blood dripping from his mouth, "You think this minor injury will stop me?" He challenges her, "I'm the famous and feared Beast of Gevaudan. And when I'm done killing, everyone will know. I will have done such horrors, and all of history will remember my name."

Marie-Jeanne stands firm, "No one will remember." She tells him,

"Damnatio Memoriae."

Sébastien seems to recognize the phrase, "You would have them take my name?" He questions angry, "Our name!" He shouts at her. He starts to take a step towards her, only to stagger as he begins coughing up black goo, "What?" He questions realizing that somehow the spear has substantially damaged him, "What is this?"

"No ordinary steel." Marie-Jeanne answers calmly, "Wolfsbane and Mountain Ash, forged with our blood under the light of a full moon." He falls to the ground and continues coughing up the black goo. She kneels on the ground beside him, "History might remember you, Sebastien." She kisses him on his head, "But only as a Beast."

Sebastien then collapses fully in the snow and dies. Marie-Jeanne takes her spear and walks away.


"They erased every detail of him." Chris finished, "Everything he signed, everything he owned. They burned it all."

"The name Sebastien Valet has been forgotten for over 150 years, but when it's remembered..." Gerard shared, "When the Beast remembers, the teenager inside is forgotten. Gone. Forever."

"But Marie-Jeanne didn't do it alone." Landon pointed out, "She was never alone. She had help from Henri, the Magistrate, the town, even Marcel." He counted off, "We need Parrish."

At the Sheriff's station, Jordan leaves his gun and badge on the Sheriff's desk and walks out.

Getting up from his seat, "I'm going to go find him."

"Landon, he's dangerous." Chris reminded him, "He's still a shapeshifter. And one who's just beginning to understand his power."

"And I'm not?"

"You're not the same." Chris told him, "You access the supernatural. It works through you. But it doesn't control you."

"How would you know?" Landon challenged at Chris before setting his sights on the older Argent, "Why do you care? Why are you suddenly on our side?"

He slid him a lighter with a fleur-de-lis etched on the side, "Because it's my name as well." Gerard revealed, "Marie-Jeanne never left Henri after the death of her brother. And their relationship became more than a partnership. They married and she took his name."

Landon gives his friend an unimpressed expression, "Any of this have anything to do with your family?"

Allison turns the computer for Landon to view the monitor, "This."

"It is believed that la Bête was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature." Landon reads of the monitor, "His name was…".

"Argent," Landon answered.

Gerard nodded his head, "Marie-Jeanne was the first hunter. Our name will be remembered as well, Landon." He told the Reaper, "For killing the Beast."

The sound of Landon's phone beeped, getting his attention, "I'm not an Argent." He reminded them, just before leaving.