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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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2. Chapter 2

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I’m going to have a family, now. I’m going to have a wife, and a child maybe, and I’m going to treat them right. I remember my own miserable childhood, my lazy drunk father.

The majority of my interactions with him were being sworn at, being slapped around, or fetching beer for him. So I suppose I shouldn’t care that I moved out of his house at thirteen and haven’t seen him since, or that no one bothered to invite me to his funeral.

But it irks me nonetheless. He might have been a crappy father, but he was mine.

Childhood traumas aside…

I open the door, and she is waiting, a smile on her face. “Hi, Sam.”

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Don’t give me that crap,” she warns, and then laughs as she leans in for her kiss.

It is a while before I can pull away from her. I’ve kissed other girls, but Leah’s the only one I’ve ever felt like this with. I can feel the fire in my stomach, feel my heart racing and racing, the organ practically bursting through the skin.

“I love you,” she says, and I grin.

“I love you too.”

I can feel the bag pressing into my pocket. “Hey, Leah, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, sure.”

I kneel and take out the ring as quickly and gracefully as possible. It is not quite as much as I’d like, since I’ve been undergoing a strange second growth spurt, but I manage.

She gasps, her hands flying over her mouth.

I uncover the box, looking from my life’s savings in jewelry form right into her sparkling eyes. “Leah Clearwater… my beautiful, fiery, fantastic Leah, I love you so much more than I ever dreamed I could love someone. I am absolutely sure that you are the only one for me, and I want to make sure the rest of our lives are spent together, because I know I can’t stand to spend it without you. My darling Leah, will you marry me?”

For a moment, she just stares at me, clasping her hands to her chest and grinning. I wait on the proverbial pins and needles, but I swear I can feel the real pain prickling down my legs.

She is enjoying this, I can tell. My little devil. “Sometime this year, please, Leah.”

“Oh, all right.” Another moment passes as she toys just a while longer. “Of course, Sam. Of course. I love you.”

She pulls the ring from the box and places it triumphantly on her finger. I smile at the way it looks there. It is really very beautiful.

“I like the ring,” she says.

“Good. It cost like a zillion dollars.”

“Rude much? You’re not supposed to tell someone what gifts cost.”

“It isn’t a gift, Leah. It’s a symbol. It symbolizes what you mean to me. And you mean more to me than all the money in the world. Besides, we don’t have secrets anymore.”


“I mean it. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Me too.”

I pull her close for another kiss.