This is a very short chapter. It is sort of a test run for me. I have a very interesting plot for this story but I am not going to continue if I know that no one is going to read it. It would just be a waste of time on my part. If you are interested in this story and want me to continue, then leave a review and I will gladly continue on.
I do not pride myself in being a fantastic writer. I know that I probably have many grammatical errors and spelling mishaps. This is my first fan fic so don't let my inexperience ward you off.
Disclaimer: All characters and general overall idea for Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Plot belongs to me!
Chapter 1: Home
The thought of returning had crossed my mind several times during the months that I was away. However, my pride had not allowed me to return. I wasn't going to be scrutinized by the vision of death sucking out the life of the woman I cared so deeply for. That thought had never crossed my mind.
Sam had not ordered me back, so I felt no need to return. What satisfaction could I receive by returning? If anything, it would make my heart ache more. I felt sick thinking about her in his arms, her lips on his. I am still not over this painful revelation.
Her proclamation of love for me was not strong enough. I often think of the possibility of never knowing, that maybe that would have helped me move on. But, I feel that if I had never heard her words or felt her lips, I would have been worse off.
I realize now that I cannot hide forever. What good can come from that? I can not live in solitude any longer. I've now made it my decision to return. I miss the small, comfortable warmth of my room, the crinkled smile that spreads across my father's face. In all honesty, I miss home.
My heart skipped a beat at the fear of running into Bella and the ice cold statue that stole her from me, but I know they are probably not going to be there. They most likely have run off and started their life together. I should be happy for her, and maybe some part of me is. It's just, difficult.
It has been some time since I have transformed into my wolf form. I could feel the muscles in my legs ache slightly as all four paws hit the earth. The feel of the soft dirt felt nice. I halted, looking up through the trees to the moon above and I let out a low sigh. I inhaled, and the crisp night air tickled my nose. I could hear the faint voices in the distance and I knew they were all waiting for me. My thoughts were not longer hidden now that I had transformed. Not to my surprise, I felt a grin creep onto my face, showing the white of my canines. I huffed in a breath and pushed off from my hind legs, letting them lead me to the dim light and the anxious feelings that surely awaited me.
It's good to be home.
