My name is Emily Young.
But you may refer to me as The Wolf Girl.
For as long as I can possibly remember, I have grown up in this exact area of La Push, Washington. I have always been very keen of the scenery; the view from the cliffs is breathtaking. There is a sense of peace amongst the inhabitants of La Push ... such is something so incredibly rare to find. The Quiluete people are a loving nation, happily welcoming others into their daily lives -- well, almost anyone. It is difficult to describe the sensation the sand creates, when it collects between my toes. Something about it is so soothing. It’s hard to imagine living someplace, parted from the salty fragrance of the ocean. The gentle breezes calm the anxiety from my bones. It’s so liberating, to live in such a beautiful environment. The jagged cliffs constantly remind me mindfully that life is and never will be smooth; however, one has to find the diamonds, the riches, amongst the rubble and the debris. I would never trade my life, here, for anything else in the world. This life (and surely all others) is worth living.
My ancestors have cultivated this sod from the very beginning, churning the soil into a state of richness, bringing prosperity to those who inhabit this land. I continue to garden and grow crops, just as my distant relatives have in the past. Mother Nature has soon become my Confident; in her, I fully confide my thoughts and feelings. I feel as though she, along with my countless ancestors, is continuously watching over me, guiding me throughout life and my decision-making. I in trust her wise, guiding hand, taking life as it comes merely one day at a time. I do not wish to rush the future. I savor each and every moment, appreciating this present time for all that it’s worth.
That’s when I met him, the future husband, Sam Uley. The emotions stirred within me were (and still very much are) utterly indescribable. He makes me feel so at home, accepted and loved for whom I really am. I cannot hide my true self, when I am around him. I couldn’t imagine being parted from his side, ever ... Though, I bet one could never believe as to how we have gotten thus far, together, without any hitches in our relationship. I would be lying if I claimed that our attraction with each other has its many faults. We have our misfits, but all tends to work itself out in the end. But do not be fooled: I am not perfect. Sam isn’t perfect, and neither is Leah. Oh, well, I do suppose that I should elaborate further: In the beginning, Sam and I weren’t even remotely together. We were perfect strangers.
Surprising, isn’t it? In fact, he was the high school sweetheart of my dear cousin, Leah Clearwater. They dated each other all throughout their high school career; I didn’t think anything of him then, to be honest. No one could ever picture them apart. The two were inseparable. They were meant to be with each other, as far as I was concerned. However, all such changed in a matter of an instant. I was so attracted to Sam, suddenly, both physically, spiritually, and in a mental sense. It was as if I was automatically completed -- as if I had finally found my soul mate. It was such a startling epiphany to experience, for I have never felt so strongly towards anyone.
Love is much like a rose: it may look beautiful on the outside ...
but there is always pain hidden, somewhere.
But such is a connection so much deeper than originally thought.
Though, even if Sam and I do wish to part and go our separate ways, fate shall not and will never allow us to. Imprinting is a rare phenomena that occurs in only my line of people that can never be surpassed, no matter how much one desires to. The bond between two such individuals that have been imprinted upon can never escape fate’s grasp upon them. The connection shared is too powerful to be overcome, even by the most wretched of hate. One’s attempts would only prove in vain. I have chosen to accept the path life has directed me towards. I will never leave Sam, my fellow imprintee. I can be sure, also, that he will never desert me, even though his feelings towards Leah may tempt him. I can tell that the love he still harbors for her causes him much pain. I can never forgive myself for taking Sam from my cousin.
If I could leave, I would. I would do quite possibly anything to make them both happy, just as they were before I came along and ruined absolutely everything. Despite both Leah and Sam’s condolences, I still assume that they both still deeply care for each other. But, who am I to condemn the two people I care for most? Who am I to retaliate and take haste in the unrequited love that they share? I am no one.
I wouldn’t be surprised if one happens to be intrigued by my appearance. I appear as an average Native American woman, tanned skin, dark hair, eyes and all. You see, it was all an accident ... the mauling, I mean. Understand that we all tend to have moments when we lose control over our bodies, and suddenly our actions become those of another state-of-mind. I just happen to be a victim of the loss of one’s self-control; but, you must understand that the wounds inflicted upon me were not at all intentional or purposely destructive. The scars that are etched into my face, making it appear I was attacked and brutally scratched by a ferocious bear of some sort, when in all actuality it was a werewolf that inflicted upon me. I do comprehend that being with a werewolf has its risks, as I have clearly experienced one of the many hazards involved; but I am strong. I refuse to dwell ... after all, such only makes Sam uncomfortable. I encourage him to forgive his actions. I have moved on, despite the constant reminders that I will forever carry with me. Though the nightmares still haunt me, every once and a while. The burning sensation of his claws digging into my flesh will always keep my head from the clouds. Sam could very well have been the death of me. Then again, sometimes I wonder if such would be the best for this situation I have gotten myself in. Leah is resentful, I know it. Sam is regretful, I feel it. I am in the way of their dreams. I have crushed all fantasies they have held of marriage, love, peace, and family. Still, the clouds beckon my imagination to wander to the darker crevices of my own mind ...
The optimist already sees the scar over the wound, all while
the pessimist still sees the wound underneath the scar.
I don’t mean to make anyone at all uncomfortable by my appearance. Why, I’m as friendly as one can possibly be! I love to smile and spend my time out amongst friends, as any other human being does ... I just ask that one doesn’t stare. My Sam hates that, and not to mention the degree of rudeness. But, I absolutely refuse to leave him, despite the many risks that accompany our relationship. The passion we share measures beyond the physical realm, after all. In fact, we are to be married, soon! And as of this very moment, I couldn’t be any happier, for I have a wonderful home, a loving family and priceless friends. They are my rocks, my wonderwalls, my everythings ... Especially my Leah. She will always be like a sister to me, no matter what the circumstances may be or whatever may occur in the future. I have asked her to accompany me to my future wedding, serving as the best bridesmaid one could ever hope for. Leah, I swear to you I will take good care of him. I swear it.
This marriage will not be in vain.
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