Dear Bob,

I'm on my own now. Ran out on Mum and Dad after a big fight and my goal of getting something to go with my new life away from this one failed. I didn't get into the course I wanted.

Between us, I think Dad had something to do with it.

I have to make this quick too when I say on my own I only kind of mean it, because well, I have Logan with me too. Yeah, that Tracker. Don't ask.

He is in the shower now that there is hot water in the tank again, and then we're heading to this regions Alpha. I hate werewolves, stupid bloody creatures. Totally kicked ass though when I went to try and get a lead about Jordan. He made an appointment to see this Alpha, looking to get their help so hopefully, she knows something, and it pays off.

It has to.

It needs to after making me have to deal with Logan again. He is impossible! (no wonder he is a tracker, stupid animals dealing with stupider animals)

He lives like a homeless person, and it's disgusting. I'll be lucky to leave here without catching something, but I tell you what Bob, sleeping with him (clean!!) was actually kind of, well I didn't hate waking up to find we'd somehow moved the pillow wall I put as a marker for each of our sides of the bed and ended up cuddling each other for the night.

Well, I didn't hate it until he woke up with the foulest fart in history.

Men. So yuck, right?

I'll let you know how I go with the mutts.

And Logan.

I might kill him before we get there. Gods, he is so annoying! And, shit – gtg he is getting out the shower now.

Elise Bunting

(Werewolf hater. Tracker tolerator)