I am a werewolf. I am a shapeshifter with in-human abilities. It all goes back to when I was about sixteen years old. My two best friends at the time, Jacob and Embry suddenly weren't talking to me, and I had no idea. I started growing at an unusual pace and I would eat. A LOT. I was nicknamed "hot head" by my mom because of my mood swings that I had everytime she said no about something. My life seemed terrible, until one day when my mom said that we weren't having pancakes for breakfast, (my favorite) and I exploded in front of my mom into an enormous ball of fur. I was now bonded to the other guys in the pack, Jacob, Embry, Jared, Paul and Sam for life.

I loved being part of the pack. I loved being strong, fast, able to heal so quickly. Being bonded to my pack brothers was great. There was always someone there, and since we were all going through the same things, we could be there for eachother unlike anyone else in the world.

LIfe was simple and good. Until the day that changed my life forever.