Hope walked into the Mikaelson Abattoir. Her aunt Freya had called her and asked her to come hone to New Orleans. Apparently you, her darling had triggered the werewolf gene. While she had had her father guide her through that transition, you didnt have that guidance from anyone besides her or Keelin and Keelin wasn't in New Orleans currently.

"Hey, sister."

Hope greets the younger girl after walking into her room. It would be a full moon later. She sat down on the bed, her expression gentle.

"I heard you triggered the gene."

She knew it could be a scary thing. After all the werewolf gene was triggered by causing a death, it didn't matter if it was accidental. The werewolf curse didn't care about that sort of thing.