The expectations I had of my life were minimal. From the moment I was bitten, any potential I may have had vanished and along with that went my future. I quickly realised that things would never be the same for me as they would be for every other 11 year old boy in the world. Being a werewolf didn't just make me different. It made me a monster, a dark creature, the animal that the rest of the world feared, and whatever I did, now or in the future, that could not be changed. I was what I was and no amount of hard work, good will or exemplary behaviour would ever be able to alter that.