Chapter 1

I sighed as the taxi pulled up to my stepfather's house. I didn't want to be here in boring La Push, Washington, but Derek forced me to. Things were getting heated back in Beacon Hills. Derek was building his pack to help fight back the hunters and thought that I would be a distraction due to my lack of control. I paid the taxi driver and dragged my bags up to the front door, not looking forward to seeing my mother and her new family.

My mom left my dad and I when I was 10. She stopped calling and writing when I was 11. When I was 14 she called after 3 years and told me she was getting married to some guy who lived on a Native American reservation with his son, Brady, who was 2 years younger than me. I went to the wedding then never spoke to her again.

I rang the doorbell and waited, growing more impatient by the second. The door swung open to reveal my mother. She looked pretty much the same but with a couple of gray streaks in her hair. She engulfed me in a hug.

"Rachel, I've missed you so much!"

"Yeah, you to mom." I said slightly annoyed.

"Robert, she's here!" My mom yelled a bit to enthusiastically.

My mom's husband walked in with a smile on his face. He held his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Robert but you are welcome to call me anything you like."

I nodded and smiled as I shook his hand. It started to rain so I dragged my bags inside.

"Here, let me get Brady to hold those. BRADY! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE AND HELP YOUR SISTER!"

Due to my wolf-earing I heard a grumble and a large guy stomped down the stairs. There is no way he could be 13. He was practically double height and his muscles were so big I doubt both of my hands could wrap around his arm. He must be doing steroids. He walked up to me and held his hand out.

"Brady." He said. I nodded and shook his hand. "Rachel."

He nodded and grabbed my hands. I shook my head and grabbed them back.

"I got it." I said as my mom chuckled behind me.

"Sorry Brady, she's very independent. Why don't you show her the room?"

Brady nodded and followed me up the stairs. When we reached the top he grabbed my bags and took them to my new room.

"Hey!" I yelled.

He shrugged and smirked at me. "They looked a bit to heavy for you."

I snorted. Did this boy know how much I could lift? I was a werewolf for crying out loud.

"Anyways. Your taking me to school in the morning so don't be late. And be ready to be the only blonde in the school."

I shrugged and started unpacking.

"You don't talk much do you?"

"No, I don't like talking and prefer to be alone. Goodnight."

"Goodnight SISSY!"

I glared at him and closed my door. I laid down on my bed dreading tomorrow.