All called by the same name but I was the mysterious witch hunter who had no story. People seemed to forget, in the beginning there were three of us. I am the forgotten one, left in the shadows by the ones I thought were my best friends, by the one I loved. But you're heart can only get broken so many times before your self preservation kicks in, and mine did...a long time ago.

He was once my best friend, a person I loved and still do, but I thought...I thought...he was dead. He knew that I believed that he was gone, gone from this Earth, gone from my life, but he wasn't. He was still living in the same woods, in the same spot, in the same house. My werewolf love was alive all this time.