This story was found hiding in my documents, and I made something of it. ://

Yeah- still working on my other stuff, haven't forgot. ^^

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I gazed up into the night sky, bewildered by the little stars that burned how many miles away. I sat back, my legs spread out in front of me, on the hard and cold rock I was perched upon. Below me, a cliff. Beyond that cliff was the city I called home. I took a deep breath and then suddenly the silence of the night was interrupted by the sound of my cell phone vibrating. BBZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ it called from my pocket. I took it out, being blinded by the small light coming from it and read "SANDRA" on the front. Groaning, I flipped it open and held the silver annoyance to my ear.

"SAM! Oh thank goodness, Sam! Where are you?" my older sister demanded from me. I rolled my eyes, amazed on how I had a good four bars here in the woods.

"Sandra, leave me alone. I'm not coming home..at all." I muttered.

"Sam don't do this to Mom. Please, just..seriously come home. Right now." she growled. I shook my head though she couldn't see.

"No, I know what will happen to me, just like you. I don't want this." I spat the words at her.

"Sam, it's...it's family genetic. Just come home and we can deal with it." she pleaded.

"Why should I?"

"Because we can help you. Come home, and then you can leave. Assure mom your alright, and then you can do whatever the hell you want." she compromised. I sighed. My sister Sandra was a shape-shifter of a wolf. I hated that and especially hated it when she told me it might happen to me, too. This seriously sucked.

"Fine," I muttered, shutting the phone. I got up, at my slow human pace, and walked down the trails of the cliff back to our small but big cream-colored house. The crickets chirped and sang as I put my hands in my pockets. The night never bothered me, because when your family were big wolves it seemed like nothing could harm you. I let out another sigh and looked into the stars again and prayed. Spare me. I thought.

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"Sam! Get your butt down here, NOW!" the voice screamed at me, making me jump and nearly fall off of my bed. What did I do /now/ ? I came home like I was asked by my sister a few weeks ago, and it wasn't like I ran off again in that time. I wasn't a criminal, but apparently my mother and father thought so.

"What?" I spat at my father as I walked down the stairs.

"Get in here NOW." My mother growled from the kitchen. I immediatly rushed in and looked around.

"What did I do?" I asked, playing innocent.

"Dammit, Sam, what is this?" my father threw an envelope on the counter with more force than he should of. I glanced at the address and shrugged.

"I don't...know." I lied. Truth was, I knew exactly what it was. It was a letter from my school. I have been skipping the past few weeks.

"Oh, you don't do you?" my father mocked. "Then tell us why it reads: Dear Mr and Mrs Leavege, your son Sam Leavege hasn`t been attending our school for the past 36 days of the school year." he remembered the words on it clearly. Stupid shape-shifters.

"Oh..that." I muttered. There was no way around this.

"That`s it, Sam. Your going to a new school, a private school." My father announced.

"What!? What KIND of private school?"

"A school where kids like you get taught a lesson." he growled. I shook my head, and then...they stared at me in shock. Their shapes blurred and I could barely see them anymore. What were they doing? Then...it hit me. My vision was going blurry, not them. No, scratch that; it was me who was going blurry.

"OUTSIDE NOW!" my father lunged at me. I ducked in protection but then I was outside without my saying to go out. I gazed at my father and my mother who were marveling at me. What the hell were they doing? I opened my mouth to speak but I barked instead. I gasped, my large eyes running over myself. I was...I...I was a wolf!?! I shifted!?? I began to panic, howling and barking. Then, I blacked out.

I groaned, awaking completely human and in my bedroom. I opened my eyes, looking around to see my sister reading one of my magizines on my bean bag chair.

"What are /you/ doing?" the words barely came out in a whisper.

"Good! Your up!" Jennifer smiled. I groaned. "Come on, sleepyhead. Mom and Dad want to talk to you." she pushed me out of my bed with ease. I groaned and dragged the sheets with me. When I looked down at my body I was...naked!? No, wait. No, I wasn't. I had just a pair of jean shorts on. This was awkward. I looked at myself more clearly and I could see the vain muscles of my broad chest and arms, and my powerful legs. I was no longer human...I was a shape-shifter. That was interesting. I got up and walked down to the kitchen VERY fast. I didn't even know I could move like that.

"Sam, sit." my mother ordered me to do. I sat, folding my arms.

"Yes?" I asked..prodding them to continue. I was very busy admiring my muscles and my new self than talk "wolf' with my parents.

"Um..well, this isn't about you, although I know you just changed 4 days-"

"FOUR DAYS? How long was I sleeping!??!" I jumped up in shock.

"Four days..." my father awkwardly replied. "Just listen, son. Well, um..Sandra imprinted." he blurted out, holding my mother`s hand.

"Say what now?" I asked, a bit confused.

"Oh, honey, we never told you about imprinting?" My mom asked, unsure if she did or not in the past. I shook my head.

"What happened to my sister?" I gasped.

"Well, imprinting is a very marvelous and unique process we all will go through, hopefully, sometime in our lifetime. It's like love at first sight, but stronger, much stronger.. your absolute soulmate. Your life will have no meaning without them. You will do anything for them, be anything for them, she OR HE, is your world." my dad

explained. I sat there, taking this in. Imprinting? Soul mates? You got to be kidding me! This was so cheesy..and sick on so many levels. I hope I never imprint.

"I repeat, what the HELL happened to my sister?" I scowled. My mother and father sighed.

"Sam, take it easy. Your quivering," my dad pointed out. I took a deep breath, calming myself. "You need to understand. You might even want to go through it after you see how happy she is now..." he trailed off, seeing my expression.

"Your kidding, right?" I laughed without humor. "I'll never do that! You can't make me!" I growled. My hands were in fists and I suddenly felt..supereor. Like nothing could stop me. I had it all, strength..the ability...heck, I could even run around this house in a milisecond. Maybe- I'd have to try it one day.

"No, we can't. Now shut up Sam and control yourself." my father snarled. Okay, I know I said I had muscles and I was seriously buffed (though, I guess I did gain a few pounds in muscle before my transformation, I never really noticed..), my father was huge. He didn't look like a weight lifter, but compared to my skinny and lean mother he looked like he could do some damage. To a car. Or a brick wall. Or a house..

"I am controlled." I said simply.

"Honey...nobody can make you imprint. Don't worry about that!" my mother smiled. I sat back down and huffed. "Sam, your different. Let us explain, please." she pleaded. I sighed, put my fingers to my nose and growled.

"Fine. Explain. What's so important? I'm surprised I haven't freaking gone nuts. I can change into a wolf for christ sake!" I mumbled.

"Sam." my father snapped. I looked up, shocked. "I need to explain to you that you cannot tell anyone about this. Not even your girlfriend-"

Well, let me tell you. If I wasn't going balistic before, I was now.

"Natalie is not my girlfriend!!" I snarled, and suddenly I was blurring...shaking..I could feel the instinct triggered and I was going to phase. I felt it. But, I couldn't phase here! I'd..I'd hurt my mother! I squeezed my eyes shut and..I slowed. Wait, did I just control myself? Whoo, I did! Go Sam! "I mean..she's just a close friend of mine." I explained, my breathing sounded like someone choked me.

My parents were silent. Giving me the chance to calm down, I assumed. When my shaking stopped, my face went back to the tan color it was, my father spoke.

"Alright, then. Whatever she is- you can't tell anyone. I forbid you." he snarled.

"Forbid me!? Come ON! I'm 18 freaking years old!" I shouted. "You can't control me!"

"Uh, yes I can! I'm the leader of our little pack and what I say goes!" he growled. "You must obey me Sam, or be punished."

"Oh yeah? The hell I do, dad. What if I don't want to be apart of your pack? Then what?" I challenged.

"Sam!" it was my mother who squeaked. "How could you? This is your family your talking about. Not a pack," and she reached to slap the side of my father. "You too, the word you want is /family/. Not a pack. Some of us don't even phase." she pointed out, her bottom lip jutted out. My father, now I seen my father with my mother. I had seen couples on the streets, and I had seen marriages that looked like not even god could take apart. But when my father looked at my mother, it was like he wasn't looking at her at all. Even when he was angered, he always softened and shockingly, no matter how many times he cursed and punished me and my sisters, he never layed a hand on my mother- never yelled at her. They only argued, but eventually he took her side. When my father looked at her, it was like he was...looking at the greatest person in the world. Like nobody else existed but her.

My father sighed. "Fine. Family. And I run this family, and what I say goes." he took two long strides at me. "You understand Sam? You need to follow my rules." he warned.

I was suddenly aware of my sharp eyesight, my hearing..I heard silent footsteps coming from my side. Sandra and Jennifer and Emma, who when she phased I was surprised I didn't from my shock, were creeping around the corner- wide eyes staring at me. Is this why, all along my sisters never disobeyed my father? The reason for years I thought, "Hey, he likes them best. But I'm his son, whats the deal?". Was it because they couldn't say no?
Well, besides Maddie. But, like always, she was in her own world. She didn't phase either, but.. actually, she never bowed to my father.

So this was it. Be human and not follow my dad, or phase and become his slave. I didn't like choice number two, but it occurred to me I'd never be human again. Never normal.

"Fine." I said, crossing my arms. "I'll follow you dad, but know that I'm not taking orders from any one of my sisters." I growled.

"I don't expect you to. Now, let's go outside and test you.." but I didn't understand these words.

The next morning, I was very surprised to see the clock read 2:00pm and not earlier. Did I really miss that much sleep? I stretched, also surprised how my body wasn't stiff. My father actually meant by testing myself to meaning, "Okay Son, attack me."

Yep, the good ol' father son bonding. Except, he asked me to fight with him. And I sucked. I lost, 0 to 15. My father is such a jerk, though he was wise in his ways. I never got along with him- and I doubted I ever would. Especially from what he told me last night..

"Sam, you'll learn no doubt. I'll make you into a great fighter." my father smiled.
"Um...thanks. But, I don't need to learn. I mean, I don't think I will." I said.

"Actually, I'd want my second in command to know how to fight. To know the laws." he mumbled. I blinked, taken back.

"Your...what? No, dad! No, I can't do that! Ask Sandra, she was the first to phase. She's experienced."

"Sam, your going to realize one day that you can only rely on yourself. I think of you as myself." he said proudly. I frowned. I wanted nothing to do with my father. So, it sucks he thinks of me as himself. I am nothing like him...

"Oh. Do..I mean, what exactly does that mean? Being second command?" I mumbled.

"It means when I leave, then I step down and you take place as the..alpha of our /family/. Of course, your law is also obeyed. Your sisters need to obey you as they do me." he explained. I laughed. Controlling my sisters? Awesome!

"Really?" I laughed. "But, I know I'm not the oldest or youngest but they still get the better of me.." I frowned. Sandra always teased me, and Jennifer even said straight to my face she thought I was...not straight..since I never had a girlfriend. Though, plenty were interested- but they all seemed too fake for me. Imprinting caught my mind again and I shuddered.

"They have no other choice."

Smiling, I added, "But wait! We don't...I mean, aging..we don't do that anymore do we? I mean, I won't. So, neither will you. How will you step down?" I asked.

"When Maddie gets older and on her ways..I just want to be with my wife. You kids can take care of yourself. Emma is only 7 and poor her, she's stuck at that age until she becomes strong to give it up. I doubt it, though. I want to be with my wife as long as I can..." he sighed.

The meaning behind his last words just struck me. Imprinting...now it really sucked! I sat up in my bed and thought. Well, screw that. When you imprint you imprint on humans..and humans age...meaning, HOLY CROW. You just fall in love for nothing? Oh no, you get to watch your beloved die. No way. My mind whirled. Sandra had her Micheal, but...what if I imprinted? I DO NOT want to fall in love and watch someone die. That just plain ol' sucks! Ugh, what if it happened here? Obviously maybe on my way to school...would I be strong enough to leave her? Leave her for my own self sanity? I doubted it. Oh no..I can't! Imprinting...was it rare? Did it always happen? Crap.

I grabbed a pair of fresh clothes, stripped down everything of my old ones, and threw myself out the window. A shudder ripped through my torso and suddenly, I was falling on all fours- not just two.

Sam? a voice said. Shit! My sister.. SAM WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!??!?!?! GET BACK HERE NOW!

No, I refuse. I answered her matter of factly.

Ugh, your such a freaking baby! Your not going to imprint so get your butt back through the way you came NOW! she warned. My paws were pushing me up the large hill, past the cliff... I ignored her.

No, no, I'm not going to do this anymore. I..I don't even want to be a wolf! I howled. Big mistake, because everyone came rushing at the call.

Sam?
Sammy! No!! Don't leave please!

SAM!

This voice brought me to a halt. My father.

Are you...I demand you get back here now. he snarled. His mental voice echoed off the trees. I looked back down the cliff. Should I leave? What about...these were my family...I just...couldn't....my instincts were dragging me toward the demand, the voice I could not disobey.

No, I'm sorry..Jenn, Sandra, Dad....Emma. I swallowed at the last name. My little sister I felt bound to protect. Like, I had imprinted on her already.

Ew, Emma thought. I laughed.

Sam, I'm warning you. Leaving would just complicate things. Come back. My father snarled.

Dad, I'm serious. I don't want to get hurt and everything just...it's too much to handle. I mumbled.

Your unbelievable! I HOPE you imprint and suffer! I hope you have to watch your imprint die, and I hope she dies in your arms you filthy mutt. I should have never given you power of my second and command. Your nothing like me- and Sam, I'm sorry to say your my son. The very one who inherited my genes.

And with that, I blew myself forward- and suddenly all their voices vanished. I was alone.

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This is my little Sam, he's a shape-shifter (like the twilight ones? Yeah.) and basically,

he has some very issues. I'm going to make this small little story for my roleplay

guild and the friends who know Sam (:

Btw, who Sam imprints on? Haha, that's Shino the most amazing girl ever

and could only come from a talented and amazing person, whom is named Flower. !!

So, heres to her, who though she doesn't realize it, helps me create Sam into a character with emotion and pure issues.

And to Shino, who has to put up with it all.

~Taylor