Notes on Solomon

I guess I'll need to start out at the beginning. To be honest, it's really strange. For once, instead of being ready to take on something I'm actually... confused.

Solomon.

This man, who is a few years older than I has managed to find himself an ally in me, and yet, everything I'm doing can and more than likely, will, blow up on me. Hunters... I don't understand what I'm doing. Why am I making it a point when it'd be in my best interest to turn and kill him before he himself gets the chance to stab me with silver? In the back or in the chest... This is... this is crazy... this...

This is something even I didn’t expect to happen. after all, I never thought I was going to be a werewolf. To say I wanted this life would be a lie, but I know what I am and what it means to the others... And then the events that lead up to today... He asked for my blood.