Summary: Once he gathers the courage to send the first letter, they begin to come in after each full moon, telling of tales no one would believe had they not seen the impossible with their own eyes. (Five letters that Jack Russell sends to his sister, and one time he gets a reply.)

A/N: While I have not read the comics, this fic does use several aspects of them- the most important being his sister Lissa, the siblings' original names (Jacob and Lissa Russoff), and Lissa's relationship/maternal statuses. Anyway, as for the curse- I know it's supposed to be for every child of a bloodline, but something about it being just the firstborn son of the cursed family hits me. I'm also thinking that only the father of his son can pass on the curse, not the mother.

The dates of the letters go off of both Gael's age (43) and when the character would have been eighteen in the real world (1997 plus three years because of the MCU being in 2025 now). I think I did that math right, anyway. Hopefully.

Memories Keep Us Alive | Until Next Month

I. - April 29, 2000 [Approx. six months after first incident]

¿Estás bien?

- J

II. - November 17, 2003 [Three years after first incident]

My dear Lissa,

Words cannot express how much I miss you. It has been three years and I do not know if you survived that night. But I still think of you. Every day.

My travels have taken me to America. It is an interesting place, and my English has gotten stronger much more quickly, as I hope you can see. I have changed my name, both for your safety and so I can blend in. If anyone that knows what I am should find out my true name, I would hate for them to learn of our connection and bring harm to you. I'm Jack Russell now, and still a creature of the night. Not that anyone but family knows that, and I've no idea if I've any family left anyway.

I hope I still have you, dear sister.

Hasta el próximo mes,

- J

III. - October 23, 2011 [Eleven years after first incident]

My dear Lissa,

I wonder if I am sometimes talking to no one, if these letters never reach your eyes. Maybe someone steals them. Maybe you have moved. Or maybe you are dead. It's been so long, one begins to lose hope. But my hope is that this letter finds you well.

Halloween is coming up. As is Día de los Muertos. I used to love this time of year, do you remember? You did, too. But now, it just reminds me of what I've lost. I don't even remember most of their names anymore. I don't remember much of anything on those nights- the wolf fights harder to get out. I can hold it back, but it's like it knows. I still am not used to dreading those days. It feels wrong.

The full moon closest to it last year, do you remember the letter I sent you after it? I woke up in someone's enorme corn maze. The wolf had torn a path right into the core of it, you see, but I still played the game on the way out. It's the little things like that that keep me from going mad. Do you have those moments?

It's strange to think that you're all grown up now. That you have a life of your own. I wonder about it sometimes, what you may be like after all this time, how different you are than what I remember. Los recuerdos nos mantienen vivos. I hope that you are more successful than I am.

I suppose that's all I can ask for, now. That you are happy and well.

Con cariño,

- J.R.

IV. - July 22, 2016 [Sixteen years after first incident]

Lissa,

There are hunters, now. No es seguro. I cannot stay anywhere for long. I am lucky if I get six days in one place before they find me. The wolf will kill them, of course, but more will come. If only I had the courage to give you an address before, somewhere I knew I could go back to…

I'm sorry. I can only imagine how eager you are to get word of your own to me. My memories are fading, and I'm sure yours are, too. It has been such a long time.

You are forever in my dreams, mi hermanita,

Jack

V. - April 20, 2019 [Nineteen years after first incident]

My dearest Lissa,

Things are looking well, again. As well as can be for someone like me.

On the last full moon, the wolf stumbled upon a swamp and made a friend in a man named Ted Sallis. He's different, like me. Only he cannot transform and is stuck in the form of what he became. Es horrible. El pobre hombre.

He saved me from the hunters and watched over me throughout the night. It's not been more than a few days, but I have been sticking by his side. He hasn't chased me away yet, and I think he enjoys my company as much as I enjoy his. Time will tell, though, as I've yet to master his tongue. Whatever happened to him, I cannot imagine.

But we will be safe, at least until this Blip finally ends, if it does. I still worry whether you were caught in it or not, but I am pleased with how many hunters it took. I have not been this safe in a long time. It is a strange feeling for someone like me.

I think Ted would agree if I asked him. No one's ever quite understood me in the same way that he does. I hope you have a friend like Ted.

Hasta el próximo mes, como siempre,

Jack

Easter eggs: The date of the second letter is the day I was born. "Incident" is a reference to The Incredible Hulk and how the Bruce's transformations were referred to as incidents.

Something I stumbled upon in my research and wanted to share: Werewolf By Night takes place in 2025. It was released on October 7th of this year. Well, it so happens that October 7th, 2025 is a full moon. Coincidence? I think not. And for more sketchy math, take away five days and the events of Werewolf By Night took place the night of October 2nd and morning of the 3rd.

Translations:

* ¿Estás bien? - Are you okay?

** Hasta el próximo mes - until next month

*** Enorme - enormous

**** Los recuerdos nos mantienen vivos - memories keep us alive

***** Con cariño - with love

****** No es seguro - it's not safe

******* Mi hermanita - my little sister

******** Es horrible - it's horrible

********* El pobre hombre - the poor man

********** Hasta el próximo mes, como siempre - until next month, as always