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Full Summary: Not many people can say they experienced a life altering moment so immense that in the moment it happens you are brought to your knees. I could though. The moment clicked in my mind and my knees buckled into the cold mud. The rain was soaking into my every pore as I stared into the woods. My eyes were stinging from the beads of water pelting them. The mud crept through the fabric of my jeans and slithered over my calves. My hair was sticking to my face as the wind took a few strands and whipped the cropped tresses around. I felt as if I had taken a wrecking ball to the gut. The whoosh of air left my lungs punctuated by the angry clap of thunder over head.

JUDGED

Chapter 1

I have been told before that my eyes were demonic; black, emotionless, endless holes.

The elders around me would whisper about how they grew darker as I aged. The adults of the tribe were almost afraid of me as a child. I was judged wrongly from such a young age.

The men of the tribe glared and puffed up their chest. They tried to intimidate me.

It never worked.

My peers judged me because of the apathy I displayed. I was an outcast and a mystery.

I was sent to counselors starting in 4th grade. They tried talking to me for years about what was bothering me. They tried different techniques and childish methods to get me to talk to them. I never said a word.

I didn't say hello. I didn't say goodbye. I sat in the room and stared at the countless psychologists year after year. I tried not to get angry though. If they set me off then they knew what was wrong.

But by high school, I was untouchable. I had perfected the concealed rage and mastered the rules of life.

My anger was the only emotion that I ever let come forth. My anger rivaled that of any known on the reservation. At 6'6" with muscles formed out of need, I was unstoppable. I was notorious for my fits of rage.

That's where I was right now; in a fit of rage.

Sam Uley stood in front of me with a fearful gaze fixed on my shaking form. His little goon stood behind him to the left of me watching with a pained expression.

I felt like heat was slithering up my spine starting at my tail bone. Once the heat reached the base of my skull, it expanded out into my limbs. The simmering heat seemed to coat all of my bones before intensifying. The heat got worse and worse until I was sweating thorough my jeans.

Then the dull ache from the heat started. It grew until I was screaming in pain.

My skin felt like it was peeling right off my body. The muscles I maintained seemed to be melting and dripping off my bones. Once I was bare of skin and muscle my bones bowed until the pressure was too much and they snapped; a splintering feel, not clean break.

Then voices began talking in the native tongue of our tribe. They were wondering if I spoke the native language, with I did but I wasn't going to share with them.

The pain suddenly stopped. The heat was gone in the blink of an eye. I was left on my hands and knees.

I let my eyes focus. I was staring at two wolves. They were keeping their eyes on me but were glancing at each other.

Paul.

I whipped around looking for the source of the voice.

Paul, it's in your mind. We share a mind.

A dark, vicious snarl ripped through the air and echoed off the trees. I again looked around for the source.

Paul it was you. I'm Sam Uley. The myths about our tribe descending from wolves are true. Within certain bloodlines and under the right circumstances, our body takes on a spirit wolf. You're a spirit warrior now.

My eyes snapped to my body. I was staring at a silver fur coated chest and legs with two massive paws digging into the soil of my backyard. My gaze slowly returned to the wolves in front of me.

The larger wolf had a black coat with yellow eyes. The one slightly behind it to the left of me was a mixture of dark and light browns with forest green eyes.

The fear in their eyes was directed at me. I fed on it almost. I liked people being scared of me.

The black wolf growled lowly at the same time the brown one stalked forward.

I am your alpha Paul. You will respect me.

I snarled letting the anger and dark quality in my head flow out.

Earn it.

The brown one, Jared I assumed, lunged at me with his pack status on repeat in his mind.

His paw made contact with my shoulder but did nothing. His body slammed into mine but didn't move me.

I'm bigger then you.

I slammed both my paws down onto his throat before he could roll over and stand up. My back right paw pressed down on his stomach as I crushed his trachea.

Sam snarled at me viciously as Jared's thoughts became fuzzy. I released after a few minutes.

Jared was unconscious but alive. I stepped over his limp form and ducked my head snarling at Sam. I wasn't respecting anyone without them earning.

Sam snarled at me but his mind was a jumbled mess of Jared and some woman. Her face was marred with deep angry scars.

Tssk. Tssk. Tssk. Alpha wolf harmed a female? Disrespectful.

Sam's emotions burst through the seams of his mind with raw power. I staggered back from the self hate that poured out of him. Jared began to stir as the emotional onslaught continued.

My thoughts suddenly weren't my own. A foreign feel to them lingered as a memory played on repeat.

A woman stood with her arms waving around as she yelled at me. She was so angry and it hurt that she was mad. I wanted to make it stop so badly. Her pain began to show as tears fell down her cheeks as she yelled. I tried to talk but she wouldn't let me. She began yelling about how much of a jackass I was; about how terrible I was. She screamed that she hated me and that I ruined her life. The heat that had been slowly creeping up my spine burst forth and tore through me. I watched in slow motion as my hand morphed into a paw and my nails grew into dagger like claws tearing into her precious face.

The memory stopped suddenly. I was alone in my head. I was on my hands and knees, my actual hands and knees.

"I don't do emotions. Keep that shit to yourself." I snapped standing up.

Jared was trying shakily to stand up. His forest green eyes stared at me in disbelief as I walked into my cabin leaving him with Sam.

I walked through my backdoor opening up into the kitchen. The black stained cabinets created a small U-shape with stainless steel appliances. To my left was the archway into my study. Bookcases covered the far wall and the room held an eerie feel to it.

I passed through the kitchen into my living room. The blood red of the carpets crawled up the walls and faded into black. A small black couch and a fire place was dead center of the room. To my right was my bedroom. I walked into the room and found a pair of boxers and shorts before lying down on my California king. The bed was a giant pile of black and red. The black carpet and silver walls were covering me in the familiar darkness of my life.

I tried not to think about the fact that I just changed into a giant dog and choked another 'pack-mate'. It bothered me. When things bother me I resort to anger.

"Paul?" Sam's voice called as I listened to his soft footfalls cross my kitchen.

I snarled demonically in warning. I don't want people in my house.

I heard his steps falter slightly, "Paul you may not respect me but if I choose so you will be given commands. I need to explain this all to you!"

I glared at his form blocking the light from my living room.

"Get this straight. I don't want you in my house. I don't talk. I don't do people. I don't like people. You want to talk go ahead and ramble from my backyard." I stated with a low growl.

Sam glared at me and stood his ground.

At least he isn't a push over.

I glared right back and crossed my arms, "Make this quick Uley."

Sam's eyes flashed angrily.

I stared at him with an emotionless expression twisting my wrist in the 'go on' motion.

"You may be an apathetic jackass but you are stuck with me and Jared now. Get use to it. I am your alpha whether you like it or not. If you choose to continue ignoring me, I will alpha order you. You cannot choke out your brother-"

I growled deeply and menacingly, "You are not my brothers," I spat the disgusting word, "I don't care if I'm stuck in this pack don't you ever categorize yourself as my family."

Sam started at me with concern in his eyes. I hated when people gave me that look. It was a knowing look.

I broke my own rule. Don't get angry at something they said or they know what's wrong.

I snarled and shoved past him rushing out of my house. I hit the grass and exploded.

I attacked the trees in my rage.

Author's Note: I must thank my pre-reader Sam Winchesters Love Child. She is amazing!

Thank you for the read! Review and tell me what you thought! I enjoy criticism, it helps me better my writing so go a head and tell me if you didn't like it. This story is going to be uploaded and updated kinda slowly. I would like to perfect this story and progress is better than I did with my other stories.