The day I was born, was the happiest day of my parents lives. The doctor gave me to my mother, until I bit my mothers thumb. She took her thumb away from me seeing that it was dripping of blood. She saw me yawn, showing four teeth already grown.

She found out over months of keeping me a secret to my father and mothers families. They found out I was a Lycan, a human who can take shape of a werewolf. I don't grow a tail or fur. But it'll show at age ten. That day my parents pushed their families away, that day I was a threat. To my parents to my family to the world.

Growing up in a middle big town was ok, as for 10 years I didn't show of any symptoms of Lycans. Sport was good for me as I used all my adrenaline during dancing. My parents tried to put me in ballet, but I made my way to hiphop.

Growing up, without knowing I had grandparents, cousins and aunts and uncles. Was easy for me, as I saw kids at my school sometimes I see their nan or pop picking them up. I never got jealous.

Each day I grew stronger, smarter, faster. But I could tell I had few animal instincts, like hearing and smell. My parents saw that I was getting stronger as well. Along with each birthday, I grew more mature.

Age 12:
I walked home but stopped outside, dropped my bag and yelled to my parents for them to come out to me, they opened the door and saw me. They gasped and rushed me inside, as I have no idea what's happening to me.