Sam POV La Push Washington 2000 14 years old.
I was shivering and confused what was going on. One minuet I'd been running through the Reservation and the next I smelled something. It smelled like bleach and candy and it made me want to gag. I couldn't seem to help but follow it towards the forest that flanked the reservation. As I got closer I saw something run past me in a blur and I felt myself growl. I stopped in my tracks and shook my head. I growled what in the world, but before I could even think about that I started to shake and then I exploded into a giant ball of fur. My mind seemed to leave me and I let instinct take over as I chased down something, I wasn't even sure what it was but I somehow knew I had to catch it.
I raced through the woods on fur paws until I caught sight of my pray. Whoever, whatever it was I jumped towards it tackling it as I pinned it to the ground and ripped it's head off somehow knowing how to kill it. I don't know how I don't know why but I found fire and burned the pieces of the character that looked so human but at the same time wasn't. I stared in fascination as the fire burned him to ash as the fire went out and the ashes blew on the wind. I then ran farther into the cold forest hiding under a tree shivering. That's how I ended up here. I looked down at my paws. How do I have paws, why do I have paws and how the heck do I turn myself back into a human?
I curled into a ball and whimpered. What was going on? I tried closing my eyes hoping this was all one giant bad dream. Hoping that I'd wake up in my own bed without fur and without images of ash floating through my mind. What was I supposed to do, How was I supposed to get home. I couldn't go back looking like this, my mother would faint and someone would probably try and shoot me. I opened my eyes and looked down. I still had four paws. My heart was beating wildly. I had to admit to the truth. I was a giant wolf. My mind started to whirl. That had to mean that the legends of the tribe were true. That there were cold ones and wolfs. That's what I must have torn apart a cold one. But why had I shifted. I mean besides the obvious that I had to kill a cold one. According to the legend the trait to turn into a spirt protector ran through bloodlines and it had to go through the bloodlines of the elders. But that made no sense. Or it did and it scared. Because if the legends were true and all arrows were pointing towards that being the case then who was my father. My mother refused to talk about it and I always just figured it was some one night stand that maybe she didn't know. Yes I know that was a horrible thing to think about my own mother but what else was I supposed to think. I mean she never said anything about him. She was a good mom and the tribe helped her I was never left out or alone but this had to mean that my father wasn't a faceless person who she didn't know. My father had to be an elder. Someone who was powerful and it also meant that others knew the truth. I wondered how often people had looked at me and shook their heads in pity. In sympathy in disgust. Who was my father? I wanted to believe that I could have gotten the gene from my mother but my uncle Joshua wasn't an elder so that was out. So how and who? Those were the questions running through my head. Why hadn't they stepped up and claimed me and did that mean I had siblings.
I shook my head in disgust of course I had siblings all the elders had children, so who was it. Was it Daniel Call, Maybe Quil Ateara the fourth, or Andrew Fuller, or Nathan Cameron maybe it was Jackson Littlesea or could it be Zachary Lahote, I felt my mouth dry slightly when I thought of the last two options. Harry Clearwater and William (Billy) Black. Both men who had taken me into their homes on multiple occasions both men who had made feel like one of their family. But was I one of their family. Could I be the son of one of those men. And how would I find it out. And before I could even think about that how was I going to turn back from being a giant wolf.
I whimpered again and then howled hoping against hope that someone anyone would hear me and understand. I just wanted to go back to being normal, I just wanted to go back to be a fourteen year old boy, I didn't want to have to think about being a giant wolf or of who my father may or may not be. I wished I could turn back the clock.
A/N thanks to everyone who took the time to review. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the next chapter will be in this same day at this same time but will also shift at some point to go back in time.