A/N: Hey guys really sorry I haven't updated! I've been reading 3 of the greatest Twilight fanfics ever written (so I was told) and I have to agree with the people. If you're curious as to the names, I'll put the links up on my page. Yes, I know: another new story? The idea struck me really hard as I was watching BD Part 1. So I hope you like it! I'll try and update my other stories tomorrow!
Being unwanted isn't exactly a new thing for me.
Sam left me. My father's gone. My mother has gone into some sort of trance because of my father's death; because of that freakin' bloodsucker, Victoria. Seth, my little brother, is all I have left. I'm the only known female wolf in Quileute history; a name I live up to. My heart remains in two, and tends to stay that way since everything and everyone I've loved has left. I know I'm overprotective of Seth, but like I've said, he's all I've got left.
Three years. I loved Sam, and I had him. For three years, he was mine, and I was his. Yet look what's happened; he left me for my cousin, Emily. It was hard seeing them together for the three years in high school; however, I was a freshman then. A senior now, and ready to leave with Seth as soon as he graduated. Sam had disappeared after our fight; I never saw him until one day when Emily came for a visit. He imprinted on her like it was his job. Disrespectful of my feelings, they got together…leaving me this hollow shell of self-worth questions and bitterness.
My father was a tribe member, which explained why Seth transformed. My mother argued with me about my reactions and feelings. She knew nothing of them of course; she was always wrong about me…I wasn't her, and she didn't understand that. And that's when I phased. I was pissed off at her, and I couldn't stand the heat, and so I lost it.
I always felt like I was the one behind my father's death. I wasn't exactly sure why, but I found it my fault. I used our wolf-telepathy as a way to punish Sam for hurting me. I couldn't stand his constant thoughts about Emily; but that was his way of reminding me I was forced into his pack, and that I should get over it.
I resented him; I rebelled his orders even. But he refused to kick me out of the pack, or let me go on my own. He claimed I was too important to the pack to leave; I didn't see it. I didn't want to go on and be miserable; but maybe I deserved it. I deserved everything I got; the rejection, the heartbreak, the transformation…all of it.
Nobody wanted me…and I knew I wanted nothing to do with them.