Sam Roth
Watching. Waiting. It was all the wolves done all winter, watched and waited, what for you ask? It was different for them all, some liked to wait and watch for prey like any normal wolf would, some for the right moment to fine a mate once again just like a normal wolf would, some...were waiting for spring. That amazing time of year where everything seemed to be so right and so perfect in some's minds though not so much in other's it all depended really, some never would see their human skin ever again and they were bound into their wolf bodies for their rest of their lives however long that might end up being. Maybe twenty, thirty years though nothing more really, after all they were wolves in the end...nothing else once they stopped shifting, just wolves with human eyes and even they seemed to look more and more like wolf's eyes in the end until all human trace inside them and on the outside of them was completely gone, their eyes fading into a grey or green like wolf colour, just like the ones before them and the ones which will come after them as well. Though not this wolf. He didn't want that to happen, he wasn't going to let that happen..because of her.
His golden eyes said it all, he was waiting...he always was waiting though not like everyone else in the pack whatever it was they were waiting for, he was alone on this one completely..he was waiting for her. For six years he had waited, well more three years considering during the spring and summer he was human and living right under her nose just she never saw him, he was working in the book store she had been to before..he had recognised her and remembered her though it seemed she didn't do the same and feel the same..or maybe it was even because he hadn't shown his eyes to her, when human he would always get asked if he wore contacts, the same answer would always come..no. His eyes always had been like that and really that was why you could tell him as wolf and human...those eyes said everything though at the same time they held a thousand secrets within them as well, things no one could ever think of or imagine in their whole lives, things he had seen before and been through, things no one every knew since he hid the scars on his wrist, he hid them with all he possibly could, he was not proud of them though at the same time they had not been his doing either, nothing he had done wrong either...apart from miss his bus that one day and his whole life had changed forever..and for the worst ..no wait..that's a lie..if it had been for the worst he never would of met her..his summer girl..though he'd never spoken to her before he merely watched her all winter and thought about her all summer..maybe things were about to change.
It was on a slightly cold day during the early winter, Sam had just shifted not long ago..painfully at that one in fact, he had been one of the first to shift this year which wasn't a good sign, only four more years now before he never changed back..he didn't even want to think about it really. Though throughout the first two weeks chaos had unfolded on the pack, a new member had lost control and attacked one of the residents..the wolves were blamed of course though all of them were and since this was the second time it had happened in three years...well..all Sam knew was there was guns..a lot of them at that. The pack had scrambled, silent ghosts running throughout the trees silently, howls of worry and fear all around..he should of followed them all deeper into the forest...instead he chose the wrong way and headed for her house. He didn't know why but he just did, his paws nearly silently along the frosty ground as he ran, golden eyes scanning everything around him and fur blowing in the harsh winters wind. Then a loud bang. That was all he could remember, or at least all he remembered at the current time, everything else seemed completely frozen and just odd...he couldn't figure what was going on in time.
Until he shifted...a bullet in his shoulder and him laying on decking...he was laying on her decking of her house..or her parents house, he didn't know who owned it though he didn't think she was old enough to. It was early afternoon... maybe around two pm if even that, he had no concept of time as a wolf and so was just guessing...though he was human now and he was wounded, laying on some decking...oh and naked. That couldn't be helped really, it was just something that came with the shifting, the whole being naked when you shifted back to human though he was facing down anyway. His lean figure against the icy cold decking as blood naturally came from his wound...at least he wasn't dead...yet. Though Sam was struggling to remain concious, that was the one thing he didn't seem to be able to do very well, though right now he was also hoping they wouldn't go after any of the other wolves, though he couldn't think of them any more..for however long it lasted he wasn't one of them for now..he was human..he was Sam once again.
