One of the main flaws (other than.. well... ocassionally wanting to kill everyone in sight) of being a werewolf is that I just can't get it done. I have other things, like looking after my pack, on my mind, on my agenda. Mum nags me repeatedly to put the 'super-natural' behind and get on with school, as I am still a 'child in her eyes' but it is never that easy. I cannot forget about this, I cannot escape it so quickly. Everyone assumes I am so strong, so fast, and so confident. Fearless. But this is the pure opposite of reality. I am not aware of the reason, but my dreams are the worst kind of nightmares, the most horrific and I remember every one of them as this is so. I see myself slaughtering all that are close to me, I see myself unable to protect them, or even see myself dying in their arms. Thinking about it, sometimes I wish I was just a simple teen, without this; but then I think of what I could do with my powers. I have the ability to save people from unimaginable evil, and I do not even have to journey along that path alone. This is me, Scott McCall, and I am a true Alpha.
