I spent the rest of the day in the gym in my basement, working out and letting out whatever frustration I was feeling.
I had a shower after that and went to get something to eat.
I sat at the table eating while I was writing in my notebook.
I was the first of my kind and I was sure to write as much about my life in these books as possible because no matter what, I was going to get them published.
Even if I had to make sure that someone else did it after I died, they were going to get published for future generations to read.
They need to know what I have dealt with my whole life and how it is to be what I am.
I also wrote down a detailed layout of my heritage so the future generations would know how I came to exist.
But I wasn’t sure if these books would be enough for werewol
