Dear iBob,

I was just looking through Bob and started with my first diary entry. Having a stupid journal to log all this, hunter shit, in seemed so ridiculous. I didn't want it - I didn't want to be a Hunter and all the plans I used to make revolved around me getting out of this crap. Mum and Dad gave me Bob for my birthday. I wanted you, well an iPad... but as goes our traditions, our first bday after graduation means its our time to face the real world and document it all so maybe one day, we can look back and learn from it in someway. Makes sense right?

"Apparently I have 'become of an age' that now requires me to keep a log of my life. Maybe that means it's going to end soon?"

/\ That right there is a genuine excerpt from the Diary of Elise Bunting. 

You know, I'm glad I'm not that girl anymore; she would be dead by now. 

But you know what changed it all, what started the creation of Elise Bunting, Hunter Extraordinaire? 

Crazy ass bitch of an Alpha Werewolf kidnapping my brother? No.

Being rejected from college? No.

Avoiding going home after pissing off my parents for the ten millionth time? No.

It was the chance meeting I had with one stupid Tracker who got under my skin with his pretty boy good looks and lovely eyes and who looks best with no t-shirt on and that I now struggle to sleep without having him by my side.... That infuriating, stubborn occasional jackass, who also reminded me that with great power, comes great responsibility. Who got me to stop thinking solely about myself, and how much I hated the world and what we are and that we're pretty much born to die and the world is shit. Because sometimes it's not and despite the shit, it can be awesome and he showed that to me too. 

I love him and, and, now I'm scared I've lost him.

Logan told me he can't do it, that he can't keep doing this anymore. I didn't understand what he was talking about until he started to pack his bag. Maybe it's better this way. It'll be one less person my enemies can use against me, but I need him. He has to know how much, I fucking need him! We had a fight, a big fight and he said he needed some time to think, and he, he just, he left. 

That was two hours ago.

Please come back to me Logan. Please.

Elise Bunting.