Sam’s POV 

Still pissed at what I saw, I turned off the main road into my alley, looking at the ground. I kicked a can across the way in anger and stopped noticing that the can looked kinda familiar. I looked up and my heart just shattered.

Between two smaller buildings where I made my little home was nothing but a disaster. The tarp was ripped to pieces, the tent had long slash marks everywhere, and the blankets were torn and destroyed. All my food was splattered across everything leaving a foul smell. Everything was just... destroyed and molding.

I sank against the wall across from it and stared without a word. I would have been mad if someone took it all, I would have been pissed if someone was trying to live in there but shit at least someone was using it.

Now it's all wasted and for what? Why would someone do that? Who the hell would do something so... so heartless!

I suddenly got up and looked around trying to find my bag where I had some extra clothes and a little money saved up and it was completely gone. The pillow I saved and starved to get was ripped open, the cotton was all over, wasted.

"Fucken asshole!" I yelled as the anger washed over me and kicked the pile of trash that was next to me with tears running down my face.

I mean that was my home, my stuff that I suffered for, shit I worked so hard to get. Yeah it was crappy stuff, yeah it was dirty and worn but it was mine. Now I have nothing. Again!

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It's been a week since I've been back on the streets. I hadn't slept much since I had to sleep in the park and under the bum bridge where a lot of the homeless people gather in a big group. Not the best area to be.

I was able to trade my big warm coat for a lighter jacket and some food and my new boots for a used pair and a backpack since I needed another one now.

After stealing a few wallets and watches I was able to get a new tarp from a greedy old man and started working to get my home fixed up again.

I had to throw most of the old stuff out, which was heartbreaking to do but there was nothing I could do about it. It was long gone.

I now walked down the streets looking for some food to take. Sadly it's been raining since last night so people are keeping their food inside. The two cans I had back at home were really starting to sound good but I needed to save those for winter. Now that someone destroyed my stash, I needed to start all over again and starve myself now so I can eat later.

I started getting the feeling someone was watching me again. I've been getting that feeling all week but I haven't seen anyone around. It's why I haven't been sleeping much lately either, scared I'll get kidnapped or attacked in my sleep, and when I do sleep I get nightmares that seemed to only be getting worse. I'm so hungry and cold and tired as hell.

It's days like this that make me not want to do this shit anymore but what can I do? No one will hire someone that has nothing, no experience, no phone, dirty clothes, no real address and I'm sure I smell bad. Not to mention, I have no ID or anything to prove I was who I said I was. I was a no-one with only a first name to call myself.

I wrapped the thin jacket I traded for around myself a little more. I'm soaked to the bone. My hair is dripping wet, and I'm sure my lips were slightly discolored as my fingers were but I can't take a day off of looking for more food or money to get food but I was shaking badly. I needed to call it a day because it was going to be dark soon and the colder air would be coming with it. I needed to get dry again and warm up before I got sick.

As soon as I turned the corner into the alley close to home I ran right into someone, almost knocking myself over. "Oh, sorry. Excuse me," I said as I walked passed without even looking up. I just wanted to avoid a fight. Too cold and exhausted for a fight now.

They grabbed my arm quickly, stopping me in my tracks. "Hello Sammy," a familiar man's voice said.

Shivers ran down my spine as I froze. His grip loosen quickly as I turned around to see an older man with black wet hair standing in front of me, a long red scar ran down his cheek from underneath his eye and across his lips trailing off his chin. It looked like that was painful.

But what stood out was his yellow eyes as he smiled at me. I took a step back.

"You're supposed to have a phone for me," he said, taking a step forward to keep me within arm’s length.

"W- well if you were watching as you said you would be, then you’d know it didn't go as planned," I answered him. "They caught up to me and got it back. Thanks for the help by the way. Really appreciate it," I told him sarcastically and with attitude. I didn't want to deal with this shit today. Why did he have to pick today to show up?

"What did you tell them?" He asked as his yellow eyes started to narrow down at me.

"I didn't tell them anything. I'm not a rat. I gave him his phone back and he left. I didn't have a choice."

"If they let you go then where were you for a whole week?" He asked calmly but a dark aroma started to pour from around him making me step back again. That voice in my head yelled for me to run, screaming danger.

"Hiding. I didn't want them to find me again," I told him, trying to be as confident in my lie as I could. If I told him they took me and I didn't have a mark on me he would start to suspect something.

"Are you done lying to me? I watched them take you and yet here you are," he said as he started to growl. It was deep and threatening, sounding like a dog... or, I swallowed hard before the word took over my mind… wolf.

"L- listen, man, I- I didn't say anything to them. I swear," I said with wide eyes as I backed away from each of his steps towards me. My heart was pounding against my chest, my bones were shaking as I backed into the wall behind me. 

His fists punched into the brick on each side of my head, creaking it as I jumped out of fear, trapped between his arms.

"I believe you didn't say anything but you see," he said before leaning closer to my ear and whispered, "I still can't just let you go."

His nose brushed against my neck as he inhaled deep and long.

"P- please, I'm- I'm sorry," I said with a shaking voice and I tried to lean away but his arm next to me didn't let me go far.

He licked my skin making my whole body cringe before he stopped just under my ear.

"Mmm," he moaned like it was the tastiest thing he'd ever licked before. The air around us got heavier as the mood shifted. He started to shake as a huge and twisted smile filled his face when he started to chuckle, failing to hold back his excited laughter.

"Run," he told me as he backed away from me with a huge smile. "I love a good chase Sammy boy."

I wanted to turn and run as I slowly backed away but the fear was making my legs and feet feel over 100 pounds each. He started taking off his long black coat looking at me and licking his lips like I was a lump of prized meat.

Then right before my eyes, it happened so fast. The sound of bones breaking filled the air, his clothes ripped off him and fell to the wet ground as white fur covered his stomach and arms and black fur covered his whole face and back.

I stumbled back and fell to the ground in shock at what I just watched. There was no way this was real. I had to be dreaming as I saw a huge wolf now looking at me with huge glowing yellow eyes.

I watched him step forward as his huge paws stepped into the puddle but I was paralyzed as my body was still in shock. He was as big as the wolves from before. Like the two Emmett was with.

He snapped his powerful jaw at me, making me snap out of my shocked state as I crawled back. His head was low, the same as the black ears on top of his head, his growl was deep and threatening showing off all his sharp fangs. 

He snapped at me again but this time I stupidly put my arm up in some kind of idiotic defense, he bite into my arm making me cry out of pain before letting go again. I scrambled to my feet and took off down the alley as fast as I could. Blood ran down my arm and disappeared into the wet pavement as the rain started to pour heavily.