1John's POV
"I love you, son".
Those were my mom's last words, as she stopped breathing on that hospital bed. I couldn't stop the tears falling freely from my eyes. This morning, my mom finally told me who my dad had been. He was a man from a Quileute Reservation in La Push, Washington. Even though he had never married my mom, she still loved him. And for that I hated him. Mom even said that she was glad she was dying, because he died a few years ago, and maybe she could finally be with him. She also said I had a brother, Sam.
A/N: Sorry, I know it's short and quite bad frankly speaking, but I had to introduce him somehow. Also, I named him John because I couldn't think of anything else. If anyone has ANY suggestions, for his name or otherwise, please let me know. And even if you don't please review anyway!!!
