I never thought I’d ever write in a diary but I have no other choice. I feel the real me slip away slowly, and I can’t talk to these people, they’ve been werewolves for too long to remember what it felt like to be normal... to be human.
So Mr. Diary, you’ll remind me every day of the man I used to be and keep me sane.
Here goes...
This is my first month as this creature. The transition was painful but bearable. It’s another kind of pain that I can’t bear...
I wish he’d let me die! I would be with Martha right now. But then Merilee would be alone and at the mercy of that bastard. I can’t let him kill her the way he killed Martha, Jayson and Alice. I failed to protect them but I sure as hell will protect my only daughter.
Jayson would have become a professional baseball player. The Yank
