Disclaimer: Twilight and none of the characters from Twilight belong to me. I make no money from this. The character who's pov it is, is mine
This is my first story. It's a Sam/OMC story, and yes there with be mature themes in the future.
Note: This is a male/male story. If you don't like that, kindly go away
In this story, Emily is Sam's sister and they never dated. Sam never dated Leah. Sam is the true alpha, not Jacob.
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Original POV
I sighed as I lifted my head up. My parents were yelling at each other again. I hate loud noises; they hurt my ears. I looked out the window and rubbed my cheek on the glass.
My mom, my dad, and I were in out car, so I can't escape the noise. They've been yelling for well over thirty minutes; I wish they'd just shut up already.
We were driving to someplace called La Push, which was in America. We had flown to America from Germany, for no reason I could think of. One day my dad just said that we were leaving. It's a good thing I'm already pretty good at English, or else I would hate it. I just like knowing what people are saying.
I don't particularly care that we moved. I didn't have anybody to leave behind; not because I can't make friends, but because I don't care for friends. Most everyone I've met annoys me, so why would I want to be friends with them?
Oh good, they stopped yelling. I focused on the sound of the rain as we drove. I like the rain. The sound, the smell, the taste, the look, the feel, just everything about it. I can't wait until we get there, so I can get out in the rain.
I suddenly felt the urge to lick the window; I complied to it. It's not the first time I've done things like that. I just feel the urge and then I act on it. If I don't it makes my feel wrong.
I rubbed the saliva off the window and lay my cheek back on it. I decided to sleep until we get there; I like sleep, maybe more than normal people. I just sleep whenever I'm tired, which is a lot. When I get tired it makes me feel bad and makes me act like I'm on crack. I've no idea why.
I woke up right when we were pulling on to the drive way. For some reason that always happens. It's like I have a sixth sense at when we arrive at the place we were going. I get out of the back seat of the car just after my parents get out. The rain felt so good against my skin.
My mom had a new bruise on her cheek; my dad likes to hit us. I don't really care for some reason when he hits me. I don't remember caring about anything; I wonder if that'll
ever change or it I'll remain apathetic my whole life. But of course I don't even care about that.
My dad unlocks the door to our new house and we step in. It's not a new house, but it's new to us, so I say new. We had already sent all of our stuff ahead and had all out stuff there. I had made a floor plan of my room so that they put everything in its proper place. My parents had just said what room they wanted which in, so they didn't have their stuff organized yet.
I went back outside and just stood in the rain. Eventually I got bored of that and looked around. I saw some woods and decided to go in them. I wonder if I'll see any animals... I hope so. I continue walking around trees. The rain's coming down harder, soaking me. And of course I don't care.
I suddenly bump into something...something big, hard, and fuzzy. I make a sound that sounds kind of like gneh and fell on down. I didn't bother getting up. Instead I just looked at what I ran into. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. It was like a wolf on steroids; as big as a horse. It was as black as night...and it was looking at me.
Our eyes met and the wolf froze. Oh, maybe you're not supposed to look a wild animal in the eye. It's said to make them feel threatened. I change the direction of my eyes to its nose. Maybe if I act submissive it won't attack. The wolf lowers its head over me and licks my face. I wonder if it's going to eat me. If it is, hopefully it'll kill me first; I don't really want to be eaten alive, and I have a low pain tolerance. The wolf was still licking my face, and for some reason mainly licking over my lips. Maybe I ate something that it likes the smell of.
My head was suddenly feeling dizzy and I felt my nose start to hurt. Oh great, I just have to get a nose bleed while a horse sized wolf is towering over me and licking my face. What a great day. The wolf made a kind of whimpering sound and rubbed its nose on my face.
My lips were getting kind of dry, so I licked them; it's a subconscious thing that I do, so I didn't think about it. Since the wolf was still licking my face, its tongue managed to touch mine. The wolf suddenly froze; I hope it's not because of something I did. The wolf gave my one last lick and ran away from me.
I just continued to lay there, doing nothing to sit up.
Maybe a minute later, I'm not sure because I wasn't keeping track of the time, I saw a man out of the corner of my eye. He was approaching me and he had this mildly surprised look on his face. It didn't really look like real surprise to me for some reason.
He leaned over me and said, "Hey, are you ok? Most people don't just lie on the ground in the middle of the woods."
I looked up at him and tried to say something, but got tongue tied, so it sounded like, "I-ah...w..." That always happens; I can't ever talk to anybody without stuttering and losing track of what I say. I moved my eyes away from his and subconsciously licked my lips again. I heard his breath hitch a tiny bit.
I suddenly felt the urge to rub my face in the grass. I rolled over onto my stomach and did so. Mmm the grass is so soft. I should take a nap here. I stretched my arms over my head and my back arched a little. I think I felt my shirt ride up my back a little. Oh well. I yawned and folded my arms under my head. I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep. I think I felt breath on the back of my neck, but I'm too far gone to look. The last things I feel are the grass and a hand on my lower back. I drifted into dark oblivion.
