Eleven

*SEBASTIAN*

Journal Number Fifteen (Entry 48 of 50)

June 5th, 2076

That girl, Rebecca, that my son loves so dearly is a wolf. I know it. I can feel it in my bones, but he won't listen to me. He says I'm just jealous that he has someone and I'm all alone. I'm alone because the only woman I ever loved, and will ever love, is dead. No other woman will compare to her, none. It's cruel of him to shove his dead mother, my dead wife in my face as if it was somehow my fault. It wasn't my doing, this virus destroying the world, I'm just trying to fix it all. He is acting like an idiot. I'm fifty-six years old and he just turned twenty-six and he's acting like a spoiled brat now that this woman is around. I keep trying to find a way to convince him that something is off with her, that she is not a human, nor a hunter, but a lycan. He won't listen to me and I fear that she will corrupt him, kill him or maybe stop him from hunting and killing monsters.