The Fading Veil

Intro

Things weren't as easy as they used to be not with more and more news popping up that people were seeing monsters and other shit out while either walking the street at night or being at the edge of town near the woods. Wait hold on I think I should introduce myself since I am writing this after all honestly don't know why, maybe it's because I'm afraid of people finding out the biggest secret that I hold closer to my chest more than anything.

My name is Dylan Blackwood, I'm just a normal mechanic or as normal as you can get without labeling myself as 'human.' What most people don't know about me is that I'm one of those monsters, though prefer the label of supernatural since I don't go around killing people every night. As well as I'm a werewolf and not the only one here in Aerlion it's a mouthful I know honestly don't know why the man who founded this little town was thinking at the time.

Anyway off topic, one of the reasons we kept hidden this long was because of the Veil without it I doubt us supernaturals could've kept hidden this long with all the shit we seem to get ourselves dragged into. Though I do think it's starting to wear off on the humans I don't know just all these claims make me uneasy, even more so when I think about my best friend Carter finding out what I am. That girl had been with me through thick and thin ever since I moved into this town, and honestly thinking that she'd hate me for what I am puts me on edge and makes my heart drop into my stomach everytime I think about it.

"Dylan what are you doing?" The question snaps me away from my writing as I look up at the man in front of me, Nate O'Fallon the Beta of our pack seems to have caught me for once and it seems I can't brush this off this time. "I'm...." I take a glance at the journal in my hands and the pen that hasn't left the page before my brown eyes look back up at the large man in front of me. Blond hair, blue eyes, and 5'9 with muscles that any girl would be drooling over. Honestly don't get what's so attractive about the man, but then again I think of him more as a brother than anything else.

"I'm writing," finally able to vocalize my answer and it seems to have confused him as his brows furrow "why are you writing?" A good question, but then again sometimes I do things before I can think them through this was one of them. I shrug before answering, "I guess if if everything goes to shit I want somebody to be able to read this to be able to understand what we've gone through." It seems my answer has satisfied the man as he nods, and goes back to cooking dinner for the pack tonight.

I wish I could've joined Carter for dinner tonight, but this was tradition to have at least one dinner a month and in all honesty this may be the last one before everything gets either crazy or goes to shit for us. It honestly depends if we finally are able to figure out the reason why humans are able to see more of the supernatural parts of the world that had been in hiding for years. Though if they do we may have another Witch Trials on our hands, it honestly depends on how they handle this once they figure out their not alone in this world that there are things that occupy the night.

A/N - My heads been bothering me with this idea for awhile now as well as this is a test run on how well this is taken as well as get myself writing again.

Till then keep that fire burning and maybe see you next chapter.