Dear Giles;
Who would have thought? They say anything can happen in Sunnydale. I thought I understood that. After I became a werewolf, I thought anything was possible. Guess what, I can still be shocked.
When I found out about Tara and Willow, I left again. I planned to go back to Tibet, study some more. Instead, I meet someone. Her name was Grace and believe me it suited her. We fell in love. It didn't happen overnight. It was stronger because it was built on a solid foundation of friendship and respect. Willow and I didn't have that, we were a couple after we first met. I told Grace about the wolf and she helped me. We ended up getting married. Sorry, I didn't invite you. It was just Devon and the band.
Like I said, we hooked back-up with Devon. We ended up getting a semi- regular gig at a nightclub in San Francisco called "P3". It's run by a woman named Piper Halliwell, her husband, and sisters. Turns out weird stuff happens in other places besides Sunnydale. Did you know there are other kinds of witches? Anyway, the sisters were attacked by a Tempus demon. Apparently, there was some big history there. Unfortunately, Grace is the one who got caught. She was sent back in time.
They weren't able to bring her back. For me it has been three months. The sisters tell me that she probably went back about 20-25 years or so, but they can't be sure. I searched though records and came up with nothing. I believe she is dead now, since she has not contacted me.
Did you know that everyone has their own unique scent? After, I first became a werewolf I became aware that everyone had a unique smell. I could almost always smell family relationships. It was obvious that Buffy and Dawn were Mrs. Summer's children. I could even smell Angel on Spike the one time I met him.
A few days ago, I was in Los Angeles. I have a friend in the women's detention center. You'll never guess who I saw there. Xander. He didn't see me, but I recognized his smell right off. I didn't say hello because I didn't think he would want anyone knowing he visits Faith. So, please don't tell the girls.
Xander never smelt like his parents, so I assumed he was adopted. Would explain a lot about the way they treated him. Actually, Xander always smelt familiar to me, but I assumed it was because we were together a lot when I was learning scents and, of course, because he always smelled of Willow. There were times when I swore he smelled like a werewolf, but I assumed it was traces of the Hyena.
Later that night after I saw him I realized what it was about his smell. He smelt like me. It was the other part of his smell that I finally placed. I never would have placed it before. He smelled like Grace. He is Grace's son and mine. There is no doubt in my mind.
I researched his history and found out that he was placed into social services at age 3 weeks, when is mother Grace Osborne died of complications due to childbirth. He was adopted less than a week later. I never knew she was pregnant.
You have to be wondering why I am telling you and not him. I am not sure, I can tell him. Would you? I am telling you so you can watch out for him. I don't know if the fact that he is part werewolf is the reason he is such a demon magnet as I heard him say once or not, but I thought if you had all of the facts it would be better.
Take care of him. I imagine I will tell him, but first I have to come to terms with it myself.
Who would have thought?
Oz