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The Lonely Wolf

To phase the first time: disorienting. Horrible. Terrifying. Painful. To become a monster: sickening. Strange. Agonizing. Estranging. This we know from Jacob. Must it not have been so much worse to be Sam? He did it all... and he did it all alone. A story in the perspective of the first of our beloved werewolves, Sam Uley. From shortly before the time of his first phase to his marriage to Emily Young.

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1. Chapter 1

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“Sam, I love you.”

I remember those words with a smile on my face. It’s the first time she’d ever said them, just a few hours since. I’d never heard anything so wonderful.

She loves me… and I know I love her. She’s the only woman in the world to me. In fact, at this very moment, I’m thinking seriously about something. I’m in a jewelry store, shopping for a ring.

I want to marry her. I want to show her how much I return her love. She’s so beautiful, so kind, so intelligent… everything I’ve ever wanted.

I can still feel the first time she ever kissed me, a few years ago now, on my lips, along with every kiss since. I think the ghost of the feeling will never leave, and I don’t want it to.

I want to keep it, along with every other trait of hers, forever. We’re in love. I know they all say it doesn’t happen, doesn’t last forever. Two teenagers in love, big deal. Make sure you use a condom.

But it isn’t like that for us. We’re serious people. I’m going to go to college, and so is she, in a year when she graduates. Then we can… hopefully… get married. And stay together forever.

I know exactly what I want. I want her.

I love her.

“May I help you?”

“I’m looking for a ring…” I begin. “An engagement ring.”

“Anything in particular?”

“No. I don’t know anything about jewelry,” I admit.

“How about… this?” the woman behind the counter offers. She’s a blond girl, tan, clearly not from around her. She seems to know what she’s talking about, however. I like the ring a lot. It’s round and silver, with three sparkling triangular diamonds on it.

“I like…”

Before I can finish the sentence, she’s waving another one around. “Or this?”

“That’s nice too…”

By the time I stutter out that the first one was my favorite, there are fifteen rings in front of me, and I’m getting kind of frustrated.

“Which do you prefer?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Which do you think she would like?”

Good question. “I’m no mind reader… but I think that one.” It’s the first. It may be the flashiest of the rings. It’s also perfect for her. Ornate, exotic, beautiful.

“Very well. That will be $7000.56.”

She rings it up, and I groan. I honestly don’t have that much money. I mean, I can afford it, but barely. There just isn’t that much cash in the whole reservation.

But I know… I know she’s worth it. She’s worth everything. I fork over the credit card.

The woman rings it up and hands me the little black bag. “Congratulations,” she says with a smile, and I nod. This is going to work out. Everything is bright and beautiful. I can scarcely believe how lucky I am, so young and already having found the one person I want to be with for the rest of my life.

I already know I’ll love her forever. I can hardly wait to ask her, to know that my Leah will always be mine.