Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything related to Stephanie Meyer's work.
Prologue:
The one thing that I remember most of before my change was that I was happy. I was satisfied with my life. What reason did I have not to be happy? I had a girlfriend that was everything that I wanted in a love, in a life. She was beautiful in every way, inside and out. She was perfect in any way that you could imagine. Her name was Leah. Together we were a perfect couple. Why shouldn't I have been happy? I was in love.
I was the guy who everybody liked. I wasn't exactly the popular guy because I lived on a reservation so everybody knew everybody else. But if my friends or school mates talked about me, well let's just say that was utterly impossible, I was just the guy you couldn't hate on. From an outside view, I was just one of those good guys.
I miss all that. My life now is not exactly worse than before my change, but I still wish everything in my life could go back to the way it used to be. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Sam and I happen to be a werewolf. But I'll get back to that later. I live on a Quileute Indian reservation up in Washington. We live near the coast but I didn't go to the beach much because of the rain, I still don't. Up where I live we get an unbelievable amount of rain. I hardly get to see the sun through the never- ending clouds. Although, I was born and raised here so I hardly noticed the lack of sun.
Growing up on an Indian reservation I was also raised knowing the ancient tribal legends of my people. I grew up knowing of our myths of werewolves. My people had a thing for wolves. It was against tribal law to kill wolves. I never believed in the stories. Nobody believed them except the elders. I definitely should have.
For me I guess everything started in my senior year….
Well there goes the first of my story. I usually hate it when stories are just the prologue and the author hasn't written a first chapter yet, but hey. Now,I know how they feel.
Reviews and suggestions are happily welcomed. Actually, they'll probably make me want to write more.