First Imprint [Book 1] ✔️

3 • Unexplainable

SAM'S POV

I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling in my bedroom. I felt stiffness in my limbs, but I couldn't tell if it was because I had been sleeping for awhile or from what had happened. It seemed like a bad dream. Maybe it was. How could I possible have been a wolf?

"Sam?" I looked over and saw my mother sitting in the chair that was in the corner of my room. "How are you feeling, honey?"

"I feel like I could sleep for another 8 hours."

"You've been asleep for two days now. I've been debating with myself as to whether I should take you to the hospital or not."

"No," I practically shouted. My hands started to shake again and I took a deep breath and felt myself calm, the shaking reduced to a slight tremor. In a softer voice I said, "No hospital please, I just want to rest."

"Oh honey, what happened? You're so thin you look like a skeleton and there's something else...I don't know, you look different somehow," my mother exclaimed.

"I look different? How so?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't hear the fear in my voice.

"Well, aside from the fact that you look like you've run your hair through a mud bath and it's now a clumpy mess of sticks and leaves...I don't know, you just look older. Your face has changed. Please tell me what happened."

I sighed, trying to think of the best way to explain this.

"While I was in Seattle, I saw dad." Again my hands started to shake and I had to take another deep breath. "When I got back, I went for a walk in the woods. I didn't realize how far I had gone and I got lost."

My mother looked at me like she didn't believe a word I said. She opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted.

"Please mom, I'm really tired, can I just go back to sleep?"

"Sure honey, but you might want to call Leah first. She's been frantic, calling every hour."

"I will, but I just need to sleep right now." I said before closing my eyes.

"Ok." I heard her get up and felt her kiss my forehead, before the door closed quietly behind her.

I tried to fall back asleep, but my stomach was reminding me that I hadn't eaten in days. After listening to my stomach growl for 10 minutes, I finally got up and made my way towards the bathroom. I was shocked by what I saw in the bathroom mirror.

My mother was right. I looked closer to 30 then I did my age of 20. My cheeks were hallowed out from lack of food over the past two weeks. My long hair, which I normally kept in a ponytail was so matted and such a hopeless mess that I knew I wouldn't be able to save it. I left the bathroom to get scissors out of the kitchen, startling my mother who was making lunch.

"Mom, can you make me something while you're at it?" I asked before returning to the bathroom. I cut my long hair all the way to the scalp and when I was done, I took out my electric razor and shaved the rest of my head giving myself a buzz cut. I left the bathroom and headed back to the kitchen. My mother put a plate on the table with a sandwich on it and looked at me. She gasped in shock.

"What did you do to your hair?"

"You were right, it was a mess. I figured it would be better to get rid of it then to try and fix it."