Another new story, I know! But I had a dream that I was a werewolf the other night, and it was EPIC, so I thought about writing a Werewolf Story, and this idea happened to appear from it. :)

I'm going to clear up a few things before we start:

1. Bella is a werewolf. She is the first female to transform and join the pack. Leah as of yet is not a werewolf.

2. I haven't yet worked out how she was able to transform, but I promise it will become clear soon. :)

3. She is not with Jacob. Puh-lease. That is never going to happen in any of my stories.

4. Edward is a Human. He is also Edward Masen. Not Cullen. Okay? The Cullens do not have any involvement in this story so far, they will appear though believe me. ;)

5. Anybody that has read any of my other Fan-Fics will know how opposed to Jacob/Werewolves I am/was. I have come round to both Jacob and the Wolf-Pack. (Blame New Moon, seriously.) I swear that I won't make Jacob a complete bitch in this fan-fic. Like, I just said I am coming round to him, he's rather nice in this fic. Promise. :)

Woah. Long Authors Note. Sorry! If you've got any other questions, leave it in a review, or drop me a PM and I will be happy to help. :) Happy Reading! :D

Preface:

They'd warned me not to go ahead, that I should stay with the rest of them in case I got hurt, but I wasn't listening to anything that was being said inside my head at the moment. To any of the things they rest of them were saying, nothing they said mattered.

I didn't care, because nothing had a purpose anymore. My whole life had no purpose now. I wasn't even sure why I was still alive.

I pushed my legs further into the ground, making me go faster, faster than I'd ever thought I could possibly go.

It wasn't until I picked up the scent once more, that I began to slow my pace.

It was strong. Stronger than any other I'd ever smelt before. It also smelled as if it was new.

A new vampire? You've got to be kidding me.

I kept going, pushing my legs faster, and making my muscles work more so I could pick up speed again. This was the reason I was alive. I was here to protect, to protect them from the one thing we were made to destroy.

The scent suddenly got stronger, and it burned my nose. It was too icy, too sweet. I'd never thrown up in my wolf-form before, but there was a first time for everything.

I reached a clearing. A place I'd been many times before, but it didn't look the same. It was...dead. But being here still made my heart twang with pain, made me want to cry.

I took a quick look around, and then heard a small noise, coming from the side of the meadow. I crouched down until I was almost level with the ground, and let a small but still feral snarl bubble up through my throat and out between my teeth.

The scent hit me again like a battering ram, stronger enough that it almost knocked me off my paws. But I stayed crouched down, with my teeth bared; waiting for the moment I could make my existence worthwhile and attack.

Another noise made me whip my head round to see where it came from. I growled again. A long, even more feral snarl than before.

A growl answered back, something I hadn't been expecting, and I moved my head back slowly, snarling again, until I came face to face with the enemy.

What I saw made me stop growling and stand up straight almost immediately, because I was staring at a face I hadn't seen in almost eight years. But this wasn't the face of the person I loved. This wasn't the face of the person who had changed my whole universe, just by existing. This was a changed face, a cold, pale face.

The face of my enemy...

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