Fang looks at her, not sure what to say. He then began to pace the floor of the garage like a tiger in a cage. He was thinking, he was trying to remember what his mother and grandmother had said about their family history. The expression on his face made it seem as if he had gotten struck by lightining. He then runs out of the garage and goes back into the house. He then comes back out to the garage with three meduim to large boxes. He puts them down, they made a thud as if they were heavy. "In these boxes are all of my family history and anything that has to do with my family, I took them out of the attic," he says. He was determined to find out why this happened.<br/><br/>He looks at her, before opening the boxes. "Maybe that's why I am so good with the wolves, and why they act like that around me," he says. He opens one of the boxes and grabs a bunch of books and records out of it and begins to look through them. Then he stops and looks at her. "About the animal that killed my parents...I think I did it...I kept having dreams of me turing into an animal for a week before their death...when I awoke the morning of their death...my shirt and pants were on the floor next to bloody footprints...they were torn to shreds...but still to this day I don't remember what happened..." he says. "I didn't even remember going to bed that night," he adds. Then he continues to go through the books and records.