Desmond Cusick's Diary

Rajini Singh has more brains than I gave her credit for. Mother will have to be moved again, if someone like Singh can find her so easily. Damnable woman.

She told Mother of my little gift, and then said that she extended an invitation to have me attend her fashion premiere show. She failed to mention that it was only my tail she wanted to see.

It ought to be Singh's head I leave on someone's doorstep next time. She has distressed my mother and forced her to undergo another move.

All this just as news reaches my ears of Charon and his cronies branding cats with the Slaver's Guild's seal.

I believe more than one head will grace a doorstep come the end of the month.

I will touch whom I please.

I will tread where I please.

I will kill whom I please.

No filthy mongrel will tell me otherwise.

Ilse's pack is not as strong as she had first led me to believe. The way she speaks, it is as though all hope of the wolves being of any use in this situation is hopeless. Perhaps it is time Charon's Claws were eliminated by feline means.

Ilse is home again tonight. I wonder if she came home for comfort, or to keep me from doing something rash? At least there was not a repeat of the incident in the kitchen.

I will go hunting soon.

It has been years since I last played chess. It is comforting to know I have not lost the knack for it, even if it was only a stalemate.

For having sat across a table from the wolf who harmed my Ilse, I believe I conducted myself in an agreeable fashion.

Gretchen is alive, if I can take Charon at his word. She gave him her true name--"Demeter". This is troubling. If she is still alive.

I cannot trust the wolf. He handles himself well, but he is not trustworthy. For all I know, Gretchen is dead. It is painful not to know.