Prologue
Disclaimer – I sadly don't own any Twilight or any of its interesting characters, though I own most characters on this story.
"What?! What do you mean I'm a werewolf? Why didn't you tell me this before?!" I shouted at my foster mother, Taylor.
Now that I knew the truth, I could never refer to her as my real mother again. All those lies about them being my real parents. I was a werewolf. My foster parents lied to me my whole life.
After a vicious outburst at my ex-boyfriend, my arms had started shaking violently. I ran to the nearby woods, and suddenly exploded in rage. I was still running, but now I was on all fours.
My so-called mother explained to me that I wasn't really her child. I was a wolf; a werewolf. In other words; I was a total freak. Taylor and Cole Breiser had adopted me after my parents had died of a 'mysterious murder' as called in the first-page, front and center, newspaper article.
I couldn't stay here, I had to get away. I needed to go to Forks, where my real parents were born and raised. Hopefully I would find out more about myself from my 'Quileute' ancestry. My foster parents were planning to tell me on my eighteenth birthday, but I had 'phased' before then.
"We intended to tell you sooner, but we never got around to it." Taylor explained, on the verge of tears.
"We didn't expect you to phase so early, it's usually after your eighteenth birthday…" Cole tried to explain, equal to Taylor's emotions of distress.
"Well, it's too late now." I sobbed as I packed my things. They could live without me. No one needed me now, I was a creature.
"I'm going to Forks!" I yelled as I slammed the door shut.
That was the most recent time I spoke to the people I had called 'mother' and 'father'.
