AN: hey guys. this is my first twilight fic. it's really only loosly related, i was going to put it on fictionpress and i still might, but it has a few twilight characters thrown in there so i put it on here. it's from a werewolf's POV so it's not exactly the same.

Disclaimer: i don't own stephenie meyer's wonderful mythical creatures or her few characters used in this story.

Prologue- A New Someone

He lay there on the bed, his body convulsing. Sweat dripped off his brow. His mother wasn't home. He felt alone. He shakily got up and ran outside. He took off into the cover of the nearby woods. The tremors rocking through his body made him fall. Emotions built up in him so powerfully that they took his breath away. Why was he angry? He didn't know. His entire frame shook violently. He clamped his eyes shut, wishing for death to come less painfully. This had to be death didn't it? His body continued shaking, always getting worse. He opened his eyes once more and instantly regretted it. When he looked down at his trembling body, he was repulsed and nearly vomited. What was torturing him so?

Suddenly, thick, gray fur exploded from his body. His mouth became a muzzle. His hands and feet became paws. Shreds of clothing fluttered to the ground where the huge, gray wolf now stood. He was terrified. His body had stopped convulsing. He was no longer shaking. But he was scared. He was terrified.

The wild instinct to run was overpowering. The huge, gray wolf, that was somehow a part of the boy, took off running to the North. He ran as fast as his four legs would carry him, speeding across the rough terrain of the Northwest. He ran from the fear that built up in him. He ran from the people, towns, houses, civilization. The pull of sinew and muscle drove him far away from his family. He was afraid. Of what his family might think. Of his love, April. Of the monster he'd become. He was terrified. But he couldn't leave them alone. He couldn't hurt April that way. He couldn't hurt his friends that way. He couldn't hurt his mother that way. He knew he had to return.

The gray wolf slowed to a stop, still hidden under trees. He turned and headed home. He knew exactly how to get there too. He didn't know how. But he knew. He sped across the unusually moonlight-speckled, forest floor, racing to get home. He had to go home. But what would they do when they saw a huge, gray beast sauntering into town? They would run in fear. They wouldn't kill him though. The tribal law forbade it. But he had to think of something. Could he change back? He thought it was likely. Surely there was something human inside him. There had to be. But how could he find it?

The wolf reached the line of trees between his back yard and the dark forest. He wanted to go up to the house. He wanted to see his mother. He wanted to comfort her. But he restrained himself. He would just scare her. The boy that was somehow contained inside the beast was heartbroken. He pulled himself into the deeper cover of the trees and laid himself down on the muddy ground. He was no longer fearful for himself. He had given that up. He feared for his mother. She wouldn't take it well.

Slowly, he calmed his mind, focusing on the part of him, however small it may have been, that was still human. He worried. A human emotion only. He longed. Not only a human emotion. But he longed for human presence. He knew he was still human. Somehow he knew. He rubbed his face against his front leg. Only… it wasn't a leg. It was an arm. He felt smooth skin against his face. The moonlight that filtered through the trees, showed his smooth, russet skin. He touched his face with both hands, trying so hard to keep his excitement down. He was still scared that any emotion could trigger his rough transformation. He felt the wind whisk by and realized with great embarrassment that he wasn't clothed. He snuck quietly into the back door of his house and threw on a pair of sweats, trying to forget the monster inside of him.

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