Chapter 1: Conversations

Emily POV

"What do you want, Sam?" I asked him, looking up from my book. Earlier that week Sam Uley dumped Leah Clearwater, my second cousin but practically my sister. And now he says he wants me instead. I don't think so. I would never do that to Leah, she loved him so much.

"Will you just talk to me?" He asked.

"What's there to talk about? I'm not getting together with you, you broke Leah's heart, that's unforgiveable.

He sighed. "Can you just let me explain?"

Now I was getting angry. "No." I growled.

"Please just come walk with me. We don't have to talk if you really don't want to."

I sighed angrily and looked down, putting my bookmark in and standing up. "Fine, but I'm not happy about this."

He grinned. "That's fine, I'll take what I can get." He led me to the back of the house where the forest was. Everyone who lived around here knew the forests well, especially those who have grown up around this area, La Push. That's not me though. I had no idea where we were once we got past view of the house. I was only visiting Leah from my Makah tribe. Sam seemed to know where we were going though.

We walked for about 30 minutes before Sam stopped and turned to me. I abruptly stopped too, glaring at him. He gave me a pained look.

"So how have you been?" He asked. I just glared. Was this a joke to him? "I really do care. I want you to be happy."

My glaring just continued.

"What about Leah? How has she been?" He asked, hesitant.

"How do you think?" I responded, my voice acidic.

"I want her to be happy too. I just can't be apart of her happiness. I'm very sorry for that, I'm sorry I hurt her."

"Don't tell me that. Tell her."

"She…won't let me talk to her."

"Well, neither would I, if I were in her shoes." I said, more to myself than to him.

"Yes, well, I didn't want a walk with you so we could talk about my short-comings with Leah. I actually had a different agenda for this conversation." He said formally.

"Oh? And what would that be?" I was trying to be understanding. This couldn't be easy for him, having to explain himself this way to me, someone he's hardly met. Under normal circumstances I would have felt sorry for him. It wasn't my fault these weren't exactly normal circumstances.

He paused, so long that I didn't think he was going to answer. "I don't want to scare you." He said softly.

"You don't scare me. Why the hell would you scare me?" I spat back.

"Please don't hate me." He said even softer.

"You killed Leah inside and you expect me not to hate you, especially while you ask me to be your girlfriend?! That's not possible, Sam!" I screamed. I don't usually get this angry but seriously, how could he do that to Leah?

Sam seemed to slightly shake.

"Let me explain." He said barely audible.

I just nodded. I would let him talk. It was pointless but he wouldn't leave me alone until I let him.

"Like I said, I don't want to scare you. But I have to make you understand. I did love Leah. Very much. And I know I broke all the promises that I ever made her. But that doesn't matter anymore. Not since I met you."

I looked incredulously at him. "That doesn't matter anymore? How could you say that? How could it not matter?"

"Because I met you."

"What the hell does that have anything to do with it?!" I screamed taking a few steps closer until I was and inch from his face.

"Because I love you." He replied simply but he was shaking more at this point than before.

I just stayed where I was glaring at him. "Tough."

The shaking increased immensely but after a minute he seemed to calm down.

"I imprinted on you. It was out of my control." He said.

"What the hell is imprinting?!"

"I…I'm…a…uh…I'm…a…were-…wolf." He struggled.

"What?" I didn't understand.

"I'm…a…werewolf." He said more clearly.

"A…werewolf?" I was still an inch from his face. Realizing this I took a step back.

My step back made his form shake more than I had seen it before. He dropped to the ground, still shaking.

"Sam?" I whispered, taking another step back, this time in fear. Why was I afraid? It's just Sam. I thought back to what he told me moments ago. He said he was a werewolf. Even if I believed that (which I did not), why would I be scared of him now? It's day, no full moon tonight. But still, the fear came and stayed. While I was thinking all this, all my instincts told me to run. Sam's form was blurring, changing. I was two tiny steps away from him. I turned to the right, slightly. Too late. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam's blurring figure explode into dark black fur. Fur? At the same time I felt three deep gashes form on my left side, from my hairline to my left wrist. But I ignored the burning, fierce pain. I could only focus on the huge black wolf that now stood before me in Sam's place. I looked deeply into the wolf's eyes and saw a never ending pit of pain in them. The wolf howled a deep and painful howl. Then the wolf turned to run off but not before looking back at me for a split second, reading the expression on my face but I couldn't concentrate on what I saw there. The wolf turned and ran away.

I dropped to my knees, now letting the pain of my left side overtake me and pull me into complete darkness.