To whom it may concern-

Around the age of eighteen, I began questioning the loyalties that I
held toward the Light. I began when, while in the Hunting Grounds, I was
offered kindness by several Undead- such an event I had been taught
would never happen. I spent nearly all of my time contemplating my
choices (or lack of them) and where they had led me. The truth of the
matter is that since my childhood I was never allowed to form my own
opinions. I was fed my father's outlook on the world, I was brainwashed
to believe that life did not exist outside of the Light and that Undeath
corrupted existence. On my journey with the Bahkatu I found many holes
in their teachings and began to form the opinion that the Bahkatu were
just a bitter group of bears angry at the Atabahi for not only stealing
their knowledge of the lycanthropic skills but also improving upon them.

To be perfectly honest with all of you, when I finally allowed myself,
outside the influence of my father or the Bahkatu, to join those I had
been taught to despise I found exactly what I was looking for- stability
and a pack sense that the Bahkatu desperately lack. I met the Undead
that I had been sheltered from to discover that they're not the
disgusting wretches that the Light brainwashed me to believe they were,
but are quite the opposite. They are in fact powerful, respectful
individuals.

So, yes, I suppose I have been a traitor, but not to the Light, I was a
traitor to myself, and I've taken it upon myself to correct that.

In Darkness,
Rilee Mesines, Whelp of Damnation

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Midsummer, in the year 208 MA.