As I sit here and think my mind wanders back to when my brother was kidnapped. I don’t think he will remember me, but I will make it my quest to find him. I don’t know if he is alive, but I hope he is. I have trained all of my life to be a hunter, and I have killed my fair share of monsters. I mean real monsters. I have killed vampires, werewolves, hybrids, and shifters. I have come across many more.
I don’t know what happened to Doryan, but I hope he remembers me. Doryan is my older brother, and he was my best friend. Our parents never got over the loss of Doryan. They committed suicide when I was twelve they both overdosed on painkillers. I found them on their bed. I ran away and started training to be the hunter I am now. I have told myself that I am going to journal more. I need to let out the emotions somehow. No one wants to hear my stories and woes. So I will try my best to continue my story with you my dear friend, my journal.