Midnight, the Half-Wolf

Midnight

My name is Midnight. I was born exactly at midnight, on December 29, 2002. My last name is Lipovsky, although it should be Vosse, but that's a story for another day. I am 20 years, 4 months and 2 days old. And I'm a bit weird.

My hair is brown, long and soft. My face is full of freckles and moles. My arms and legs are extremely hairy and my eyes are different colors. One is brown and the other is blue. That's called heterochromia and is usually seen in animals, which makes a little bit of sense. I was born this way and according to my pediatrician at age 5, my blue eye would lose vision completely at any moment because it's 'weaker' than usual, but he was wrong. Very wrong.

The truth is that my vision is excellent... just like my sense of smell, my sense of hearing and my strength.

Ever since I turned eighteen, something changed inside me. Something that filled me with fear at first but little by little I came to accept: there is an animal living inside of me. An animal that claims to be an 'omega' and that wants me to let it out, but I can't do it because the first time I tried, I had a panic attack and every time that this animal tries to communicate with me I feel like I'm going to combust.

I'm afraid I'm losing my mind and that this is just a creation of my broken mind, but I can't deny the truth as much as I try to because it's impossible to deny something I feel so deeply and so strongly. That animal is a part of me and there's no way to go around it.

Another bit of information you should know about me is that I'm obsessed with men. Incredibly so. I discovered this at the age of 13, while I was surfing the internet and accidentally discovered a gay website. From that moment on, looking at men, analyzing men and dreaming about men comprises 60% of my regular day. Or maybe even more.

And once every couple of months, the omega animal inside me gets even hornier than usual and forces me to spend two or three days locked up touching myself like a sick pervert.

I'm not exactly ashamed of this because I have a hope that it's nothing exceptionally strange, but even though I'm not ashamed, I know it's not healthy to have so many thoughts about sex and men and I know my grandmother would go crazy if she knew some of the things I think or do when I'm alone.

It doesn't matter what my grandmother thinks anymore though. It's been 19 days since I found out I have family besides her. Family that may have answers about the animal inside me.

It's been 3 days since I finally got the courage, took my passport and ran away from home.

Since then, I've had 8 panic attacks. 5 people have yelled something offensive at me for being clumsy and getting in their way. 12 men have captured my attention, 1 of them tried something with me but I didn't know what to do. 59 people have given me rude stares. 1 person has been really nice to me and 3 really big things have happened.

The first is: I flew to London, to a werewolf clan where I discovered that the animal inside me is actually a wolf. An omega wolf. 

The second is: I'm living with my father and my aunt. Two people I never knew existed until recently.

And the third: I met the most perfect alpha in the world and I'm deeply in love with him.