I walked closely to Sam. He and I were the only two werewolves right now. I breathed slowly and deeply. Sam smoothed down my long blonde hair with his large and warm hands. He kissed the back of my head as I let out a large and painful breath.
"Shh. Lena, its okay. Its all over now. All the pain, confusion, its done." I looked up to his face. It was calm and concerned. His short, spiked black hair let me see his tender caring eyes. I felt safe and warm in his large shadow.
I pushed back the tears from my forest green eyes. Three days ago, I was normal. And now, I was a werewolf. My face was hot from the pain of the first transformation. I can remember screaming and tears flowing from my eyes. I wanted to tear away at my skin, to get the pain away from me. Yesterday, all I had wanted to do was curl up into a ball and die, but now I had to press forward. Three days ago, my boyfriend was in a car accident, he died in a head on collision with a drunk driver. That's what brought on my transformation. The pain and lonliness of losing him. Atleast… that's Sam's theory. Now, I had to be strong. I was the alpha female of our tiny pack. A leader. Sam said the pack would grow soon, and I had to be at my very best, my strongest.
We continued walking down the little path of La Push. It wasn't long until there were three of us, then four, then five. Sam said he still felt the pack would grow. That's when that night came.
"Lena, I need to speak with you. Well, we all do." Sam said calmly, but his dark eyes said otherwise. The pack was gathered around a small table. I skipped into the kitchen, looking around at my brothers. They were quite large, especially compared to me. I was the tiniest wolf in the pack. I took the empty chair at the head of the table, my usual spot.
"Okay Sam!" I tried to sound cheerful.
"Look, you are very important to me, to all of us. We couldn't bear to have anything happen to you. You are our only female, it's our duty to protect you. Don't take this the wrong way, but we need you not to fight."
"Okay. I won't come with you tonight. Easy. I can sit this one out boys, don't worry about me."
"Lena," Sam's voice was stern now."That's not what I meant. I mean, you won't fight tonight. Not now, not ever. You are far to precious."
"WHAT!" I was utterly furious. My face burned with anger. "This is absurd! Ridiculous! You cannot tell me that I'm not allowed to fight! It's my nature! It's in my blood!"
"It is to protect you Lena."
"I do not need to be protected Sam! I am strong! I can hold my own against vampires! Don't do this to me! Do not deny me this!" A lump jumped into my throat. "What if something happened to one of you? Am I just meant to stay at home like the army wife waiting to hear of the death of her husband? NO! Sam no! What you are asking me is stupid!"
"I am asking for you to let us protect you. I am asking you to cooperate. To back down." He was in my face. His eyes were kind and concerned. But anger was fuming through my body.
"So, I will never be able to fight with you? Ever?" I looked around at them all. My last plea.
"No." Sam spoke with regret. It sounded like he wished he didn't have to do this to me.
I clenched my fists. My face red with tears streaming down my cheeks. They would not deny me the chance to fight. They would not do this to me.
"FINE!" I spat. I kicked the table and ran for the door. I nearly tore the swinging thing off the henges and I heard it slam behind me. I could hear all of them running now. So I transformed to my sand-colored wolf form, and just ran. It was all I could do.
"Lena, please come back!" Quill thought through a torn mind.
"Len, we can't lose you." Jacob's low voice boomed in my head.
"Please we need you." Sam whispered with a final plea. I was too hurt to turn back.
"DO NOT FOLLOW ME YOU DOGS!!! STUPID PUPS!" I thought my hardest so it would be as if I was screaming in their ears. I ran as hard as I could, I left my home, my family, and Lena Hale behind.