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CHAPTER I
Noah "Puck" Puckerman was a normal teenage boy. He was popular, on the football team, was a complete stud, and one badass mother- okay, you get the picture. Basically, Puck was cool. All the guys wanted to be him, and all the girls wanted to do him. But he wasn't such a nice guy. He threw nerds in the dumpster, beat up dorks, and Slushee'd freaks and losers, then there were one or… ten incidents with the fire extinguisher. But his favorite object of torment was one Rachel Berry.
Rachel Barbra Berry always signed her name with a gold star next to it (Seriously! One time, he knocked her books out of her arms, mostly just to watch her bend over… what! She has a nice ass. Anyway, when all her things came spilling out, he saw, like, ten sheets of those stupid metallic stickers all over the floor. It was scary!) Plus, she's ambitious as hell, knows exactly what she wants to do with her life (Broadway! Lame….), and she's Grade-A crazy, to the fucking tens!
Now, Puck was totally fine with living his life the way he did, sexing cougars on weekdays, partying and drinking 'till he (literally) dropped on weekends. But then he got this assignment in History where he had to look up his family history, all he expected to see was that his great-great-great-whatever emigrated from Israel – easy A – but, no! Turns out, that on his dead beat dad's side, he has a bit of Quileute Native American in him, so then he had to research that, and that was no fun - but whatever! Basically, that's when the shit hit the fan.
There were a lot of legends about the Quileute. Like, long ago, the chief dude got killed or whatever, the point is that the Quileute are descended from wolves. Really, Puck didn't give a crap, it was a legend… or so he thought.
Insert omionus theme music... Doo-doo-da-dee-dee-doo! Yeah. So, this story is dedicated to Noelle86, sorry it took so long.