Everything was normal until that summer. You had always noticed that one by one, boys from the reservation were changing. Kids that were skimpy shrimps were now practically body builders. Oh, and obsessed with Sam Uley. That was weird, it was like some cult, how they always followed him around. You weren’t going to mess with them.

Or so you thought.

Then came the fever. You had to rush home as soon as school let out before you felt like passing out. It was hell, your bed felt like a pool of steam. And then it was over. You felt stronger somehow, as if you had sweated out the weakness in your body. And then it happened. The phasing. The pack explained what was going on; you were a shifter, better known as a werewolf. Before you knew it, you were hearing the others thoughts, play fighting in your wolf form, and having to obey Sam’s every request. He was Alpha after all, you couldn’t help it.

Tonight, you would hear the legends, the story on how your species came to be. Billy Black was telling the story, and next to him was Jacob, his son. You’d talked to Jacob, of course, but he was also a newer pack member, phased about four months before you, and full of angst. You were only now getting a good look at him. To your surprise, he shot you a small, dimpled smile. You raised an eyebrow, smiling back.