For months, I lived in the darkness of my bitter, pain-filled memories. Not that they were bad, it just was rough to relive them in my mind.

If you don't know me, I'm Jacob Black. I'm sixteen, going on seventeen in the next few months. I'm sure you all have the gist of what exactly is going on in my bizarre life. Well, there's quite a story to it all.

I had fallen in love with my friend, Bella Swan. And because of that, I ended up blinded to the fact that she loved her vampire boyfriend, Edward Cullen. And I, being the reckless teenager, decided to convince myself that she needed me more than anything, that an eternity amongst the living dead was wasteful on her beautiful face.

I know, I was an idiot. I learned that much later, and courtesy of the one person who truly pulls me to reality. My beautiful, loving Anna.

Imprints were something that had been occurring quickly throughout the Pack. I didn't want to believe it was possible; how could those legends come true? I had loved Bella, and I hadn't imprinted on her. Was there a special case?

It all changed the moment Anna entered my life. I longed for her more than air, and every moment before her felt like darkness until her light had shined upon me. I could no longer stand time distanced from her. It was painful.

My road that I walk is not an easy one. I had to handle my own feelings that I had kept bottled up, my past feelings for Bella. I loved her, but I imprinted on, well, my true love. It sounds so corny, but there is no other description for the soul mate of mine, Anna.

Anna is so beautiful to me. Her wavy dirty blond hair is almost brown with how her hair fades, and it hangs past her shoulders. Her green eyes are brilliant, and glisten with every movement they make. I get lost in them so easily, and I gladly let myself go. Her personality is unique, one with many talents and parts to it. I just can't help but love her, for her.

But, there's a whole story to us. To me, to Anna and I. How we became what we are is definitely a very different story. Can you handle the truth?