AUTHORS NOTE:
I want to make a schedule for when I should post a new chapter but not right now. The posting times will be erratic because I still don't have a real plan to this story. So be patient with me sometimes.
This story literally popped up out of thin air. I don't have a plot at all. Maybe this is a good thing? You can help me and this could be a story that we all had a hand in creating together.
I like writing in character's POV, so I'll be taking a poll everyday and I'll do my best to bring about their views. I, of course, would be giving you the options but you will be the one's deciding. You will find your choices at the bottom of the chapter. There will be a maximum of three choices. To vote. Go to my page where there will be a poll posted everyday! The poll's will be open for the next 24 hours and after that period of time, they would immediately close. Be sure to vote or else I would have no idea what to do!
If there is a character that you would want a POV of but is not in the poll, leave a comment or PM me about why you would like to see this and I just might consider it.
Well that's it, for now. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
Bella's POV
How long has it been since that fateful night? I've lost count. I know years have past but how many years is the question. Time doesn't seem to move the same for a wolf because I found out, rather quickly, that the only thing that matters is survival. The only timing that has meaning in these woods is when to stalk and when to pounce. If you didn't get the timing right, you didn't eat.
It's been so long since I saw myself as anything but a creature of the woods. So long. That part of me that I ran away from has become a distant memory. The memory distorted and blurry. Like the fog that blankets every inch of land in the early mornings. Fog, so dense that it looks like I'm swimming in it.
There was once a time where I obsessed over these memories. Played them over and over in my head until the sun sets and I can continue them in my dreams. I was afraid of losing them, of forgetting them. When I forgot them, my humanity would soon follow but even these thoughts were just illusions. No matter what I am, I will always be human. It would be found deep down along with those memories.
Memories that were just distractions. They used to plague my thoughts. That is, until, I almost starved because I couldn't focus. So, to survive, I let that part of me go. Allowed it to be buried under the weight of instincts and need.
Despite all of that, I couldn't help but remember a time where I can look down and see two little human legs underneath me. Little tiny toes that wiggled against the smooth wooden floors and soft carpet. Couldn't help but remember looking up and staring into the soulful brown eyes of a man that loved me with every fiber of his being. Eyes so similar to the ones that I used to see in a reflection.
He's the only face I remember as clear as day. His short earthy brown hair, that he would run his hands through when he knew he was going to lose an argument. That's how I knew I was going to get my way. His scruffy moustache that tickled me when he would pepper my face and hands with kisses. The soft and subtle upturn of his lips when he smiled or tried not to laugh. The crinkle in the corners of his eyes when he was genuinely happy.
The thought of this man made me want to cry. We were alike, me and him. He loved these woods just as much as I did. He fought for me to stay that day. That day when I ran and never looked back. The same man who didn't like conflict, fought, screamed, and begged for me to stay that day. No matter what he did, I knew he was losing that fight when he ran his hands through his short brown hair.
I blinked away the tears that that threatened to fall. Shoved those memories away so violently that I snarled into the surrounding woods. I can hear the little forest creatures take off in a desperate need to escape. Just like me, that night. With a growl, I tore after the deers that fled from my presence. Reverting back to the primal instincts that kept me alive all these years.
Years have passed but I didn't care how many.
DAILY CHOICES:
If you don't know what this is, read the AN above.
Your choices for the next chapter are BELLA (again), SAM, or CHARLIE.
REMINDER:
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