A/N: Alright, so before I start this off, I'd like to say that this is my first time publishing a story. I've written many but I've discontinued them, and I don't know if I'll finish them. This I know for sure that I'm going to finish. I love this idea and I'm sorry if I'm not able to portray it well. It's my first story, so I hope you accept it.

Basically, the idea is that Seth Clearwater, a character from twilight, became a werewolf and had to break off his friendship with his best friend because of the werewolf rules Sam initiates. Seth's ex best friend, Samantha, who the story's POV is written in, tells the story off what happens a year later.

I hope you enjoy it and I'm sorry if you don't (:

-Amber

Chapter One - Prologue

He was my best friend.

Ever since we were little, we would do everything together. Even as we grew up, we were always close to each other. Sam and Seth, they used to call us.

Now they just call me Samantha. Or Sammy, for people who really want to bug me.

Only Seth was allowed to call me Sammy, not even my parents. It was Seth who held me when my parents got divorced, it was him who cheered with my when I got an A in algebra. It was him who I spent almost my whole life with. And it was him who broke my heart.

Freshman year in high school, we were only 15 when it happened.

It was that wretched day that changed everything.

The day Harry Clearwater died.

I get it, I'm not an idiot. If your father dies, you're going to be sad, depressed, I know. I was there, I went to the hospital. I hugged him, I comforted him. I knew it wasn't going to be the same for a while.

Then that night. It was late, maybe even morning. I was in bed, trying to go to sleep. But I felt a pull, a strange feeling in my stomach, something was different. I slung myself out of bed, grabbed a jacket and sneakers, and walked out of the house. My feet went their own way, following the sidewalk. Soon I found myself at his house. Our houses were only 2 minutes away.

He was there. He was sitting there on the ground, his bare back facing me. I gaped, shouldn't he be freezing?

"Seth?" His back twitched."What are you doing out here?"

He slowly got up, his body facing my but his head in a different direction. I gasped. Holy Jesus.

Seth was always cute. That cute that you want to squeeze his cheeks and hug him. You wouldn't mind dating him, he was a cutie.

But Seth didn't fit that description anymore. His dark hair was cropped nicely, in a boyish yet neat way. His face was more angled and extremely handsome. His skin was still the same bronze tone, but his arms were muscled and defined, his chest a six pack. He was wearing a pair of cut off shorts.

"Sam, you need to get out of here." He voice was deeper, stronger, but it shook a little.

"What? Seth what's wron—"

"Nothing! I just need you to go. Now."

"Seth."

"Sam." He still wasn't looking at me.

I huffed. "I'm not going."

"Yes you are. I'll be fine Sam, I'll go inside in a bit."

I hesitated, thinking about it. "…Fine. I'll go. When can I see you again?"

He was staring at the ground, as if he was avoiding my face. A pained look shot across his before he spoke again, "Sam, I don't think we can be friends anymore."

My heart stopped. "What?" My voice was weak.

"Look, things have changed. I'm not the same, we can't be friends anymore." His voice sounded sad but sure of himself. His eyes were closed.

I'm pretty sure we could both hear my heart pounding. Tears were running down my cheeks. "But… Seth. We're best frie—"

"Were. Not anymore. We can't like this… I can't…" He struggled with his words. "Just go. Okay? I wish things could've been different." He started to walk away. His eyes never meeting mine.

The tears continued to fall down my face. I was struggling to breathe. I just stood there. No. I shook my head. "Seth! I'm not letting you go!" I stalked off to him and tried to grab his shoulder but I wasn't quick enough. He had turned around and grabbed my wrist, preventing me from touching him. I never knew he was so quick. I also noticed the heat radiating from his hand. How…?

"No, Sam. Just go, now." He let go of my wrist and trudged off, into his house.

I dragged myself to my house, in sadness and in anger. He never once looked at my face, or even glanced in my direction. I found myself on my bed, crying, weeping. It was that night I realized I was in love with him, Seth. And now he was gone. He was never going to speak to me, my best friend. The guy I love. It was unbearable, the pain of losing him.

That was a year ago. We were 16 now, and I was still in love with him. I barely saw him, and I doubt he even noticed me. But it was a new year, a new life.

And a new adventure.

A/N: Alright, well there is it. This story might start off rough, and I'm sorry for that, so I understand if I get critical reviews. But please give me a chance, I want to make this story work. (:

Till the next chapter, where we introduce Samantha a little more…

Peace.