March 22nd, 1492

I keep seeing werewolves in my dreams. They haunt me, they really do. But they are a different type of wolf. More like the pup I saw a few nights back. They come to me, they listen to me, they love me, but most of all they accept me. I keep seeing a larger wolf, he walks up to me on his hind legs, he is huge! He takes his claws and places it on the back of my neck. He marks me. He marks me as a member of the wolves… the mark I can’t see I can’t make it out… but they all carry it. It is visible in their grey fur, almost silver, fur, each has different streaks of color, but all of them show the color grey… They are so beautiful… then I remember they are wolves… evil… lap dogs of Satan… Why do they haunt me?