The life of a wolf-man's girlfriend isn't the easiest thing in the world, but I wouldn't give up mine for the world. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Madeline Sutherland, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I was born on November 8, 1989, in Kingston City, Jamaica, to a Black mother and English father, which explains my unique looks, I guess. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, neither fat nor thin, but pleasantly curvy. I have short, curly black hair, light brown skin and light brown eyes. My mother, Beatrice Sutherland and I moved to the Greater Toronto Area in the summer of 1997. We've been living here ever since.
I study criminal justice at Ryerson University in Toronto, and for the most part, I lead a pretty normal life. I work as a cashier at the local Loblaws grocery store on weekends, just to make some extra cash because I hate being broke. I like to play the piano, and my favorite show is Criminal Minds, followed by CSI and Law & Order : Criminal Intent. I'm buying the whole series on DVD and watching it from the beginning. Yeah, I lead a pretty normal life, until one day my mother revealed something to me. Apparently, something runs in our family. Now, when your parents sit you down and have that talk with you, typically you worry that diabetes or baldness might run in your genes. For me, it was something much worse. You see, lycanthropy runs in my family. My mother has it, and she was hoping that I wouldn't have it since my late father, Anthony Lincolnshire, was totally human and not one of the Lupines, but she was wrong.
Lupine is what us werewolves call ourselves by the way. There are a few of us out there, spread all over the world. I found this hard to believe, until one night, I simply transformed. Now, when you watch a movie about my kind, we're typically shown to be ravenous monsters and all that shit. Don't believe what you see in the movies or read about in poorly written horror novels. Oh, and don't start with that Twilight shit either. Lupines are a species, just like any other species. We look like ordinary humans, but we aren't. Understand that we're not people transformed into wolf-like beings by the light of the moon. We're a different species altogether. For the most part, lupines and humans can't interbreed, except in the rarest of cases. I guess that explains how I came into the world. The half-breed daughter of a lupine mother and human father. I guess I'm a half-breed in every way, since my mother is Black and my father was White. Talk about unique. I'd find it funny if it weren't happening to me.
Anyhow, after my mom dropped this bomb on me, I found it hard to accept but eventually, I came to realize that being a lupine was something I had to live with. Once in a while, I've got to let out the beast, so to speak. Wolf out, that's what we call it. Every fifteen days, the wolf in me wants out and if I don't let it out, it's bad for me. It's like trying not to take a shit when you've really got to go. Eventually, it's going to come out of you whether you like it or not, if you know what I mean. It's best to let nature take its course, in the grand scheme of things. When I wolf out, I feel beautiful. In the movies, werewolves are these huge, hairy beasts. That is not who or what we are, trust me on that one. When I transform into my other self, I become a magnificent black she-wolf. I look like an ordinary female wolf with a black coat, that's all. Once transformed, I can move faster, I feel stronger and my senses are sharper. I don't feel ravenous, angry or destructive. I simply feel...free.
I like being a wolf-woman, and from what my mom tells me, being what we are does have its benefits. Growing up, I never got sick, except for getting my period at the right time each time just like all other women I know. I don't remember being particularly athletic, but I've always been pretty strong. I can lift five times my own weight without too much trouble even while in human form, and I think I could outrun the Olympian Usain Bolt if I wanted to. Like I said, being what we are has its advantages. The only drawback is that in wolf society, it's a bitch fest. I'm serious. For some reason, females outnumber males three to one in our species. That is a serious imbaJerome, and since most female werewolves prefer to be with men from our species, it makes life tough for them. Male werewolves know this, and they take advantage of that. The bozos run around and play, and that leaves a lot of wolf ladies frustrated and angry.
