Alberta, Canada, 1845:

A sickly cough fill the bedroom air as a young sickly boy looked at two other kids.

A girl and a boy. The latter was apathetic while the former was nervous for an answer.

"You're sick." The boy spoke to the sickly boy who asked, "Are you sick when you are my age?"

Then the door opened as a man dressed formally entered. "Evening Victor and Isabella." Isabella sat up before sighed heavily out of relief while Victor greeted, "Evening, sir"

"I didn't realized that you two are still here" Jonathan said while Victor replied, "We're just keeping James company, sir."

Isabelle nodded, "Yes." Jonathan Howlett smiled as he approached his son and asked, "Are you better, son?"

James answered with, "Still cold, Father." When Isabella heard that, a pang of guilt hurt her heart. She wanted to tell him the truth about his parentage.

A loud shout out from the foyer that belongs to someone. "Your father's drunk again." Jonathan said before looking at the two kids and pointed out, "You two should help him home."

The yelling downstairs became louder before Victor said, "He's calling for you, sir." Jonathan immediately got up as James called out, "Dad!!!" "Stay here." Jonathan immediately said to James who is confused and scared while Isabella stayed behind, trying to calm the sickly boy down.

The yelling from her father and Jonathan Howlett began to intensify before a loud shotgun blast was heard.

James got off the bed and ran out the door, Isabella followed the boy while trying to call his name when the two saw something horrible.

It was Jonathan Howlett, laying on the floor with a fatal bullet wound in his chest while Thomas Logan was holding Elizabeth Howlett in a grip while holding a double barrel shotgun with smoke coming out of the barrel.

James ran down the stairs as he approached his dying father. Isabella stared at her father in shock but Thomas responded, "There are things you don't understand." Isabella begged, "Father..."

"Please don't!!!" Elizabeth yelled but Thomas

reacted by gripping her arm tighter.

James stared at the man who killed his father until he felt something... a sharp pain in his arms hit him. Looking down, he saw three bone claws coming out between his knuckles. Then he let out a scream as he charged at the man who is responsible for killing his dad.

Thomas attempt to shoot the boy but Elizabeth pulled the gun out of the way as it fired on the ground as James' bone claws impaled Thomas through the man's body as Isabella yelled out while Victor was in shock.

"He... He wasn't your father." Thomas spoke weakly before muttering, "Son." Before he died.

"N...no..." Elizabeth spoke, covering her face out of grief. Then James ran out the door and into the night.

Immediately, Isabella and Victor ran after the boy and catch up to him. James pleaded, "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!"

Isabella retaliated with, "But he deserves it but you're not the only one."

Isabella revealed something shocking to James, her nails are sharp and resembled talons. "This happened to Victor too." While Victor gripped his younger half-brother as the older child told the younger one, "We're siblings, Jimmy. You realize that? And siblings protect each other."

James sadly said, "I want to go home." Isabella answered, "I don't know we can do that. The best we can do is to stick together."

Then the trio of kids saw what look like a mob with lights in the distance. The group had no choice but to run.