"This burns me more than a Barbeque!"says my friend Rebbeca from under her black umbrella. She came out sightseeing with me for a while.
At times I swear she is no Lycan or werewolf. She is constantly sleepy in the day, as well as moody and I have never heard her talk about her wolf or Lycan. Nobody can see her, so I always talk to her as if she is real.
I know I'm a bit older. Not to be, you know, talking to my imaginary friend, but seeing her lonely gets to me and I don't like making her feel bad. Rebbeca is a young blonde, skinny and pale. She is always in dark Victorian clothes and very imaginary. She is sweet in her voice, charming with her movements and a funny girl always full of adventures nicknamed her Ree.
"Then I think it's time you go back to work and I do too. See y
