Monster To My Own Kind

I am a monster .
Even to my own kind.

When I turned 10 I had my first shift, a werewolf. That was expected because both of my parents were werewolves, respected warriors in my pack.
When I turned 11 I had a craving for blood, human blood. I had shifted into my vampire.

When I turned 12 I tried shifting into my wolf, but the astonishment to everyone, I turned into a werecat instead. Now everyone was scared of me, no one had ever heard of something like me. A supernatural with three supernatural beings, but it didn't stop there.

13 I sprouted wings and became an angel, 14 brought on elementals, I could control the elements. 15 is when I became a werebear, it's like a werewolf but you turn into a bear instead. Last year, at 16 I became a dragon, the deadliest type of shapes hitter on the planet.

In a month I turn 17, and I hope to whatever God that listens that I won't have another reason to be a freak.

But what happens when I find my mate?