Hey, My name is Brook. I've had quite the adventure in the past few years.

I live in La Push, the Quileute reservation outside of Forks, Washington. For seventeen years, I had no idea who my parents were. Sam Uley told me that he knew my father, but that he had told Sam not to tell me who he was. Sam is my legal guardian.

Then there is the Pack, the werewolves. I don't really feel like naming them all, but Paul was my best friend since I have been born. When he turned sixteen, Paul's parents let him get emancipated and he moved out. I moved in with Paul in a small house and lived there for about a month before the excitement started.

It all started when I met the Cullens. Alice was the first one I met, and we were friends from the start. I was immediately told that I shouldn't be hanging around with them, on the count that they weren't allowed inside the reservation by Sam.

Being a stubborn teenager, I of course ignored him.

Soon, I met the other Cullens. Edward, Esme, Emmett, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper and Carlisle were very polite to me, and Carlisle treated my many head injuries.

I didn't find out about the "family secret" until I was told about the Pack, about three months after meeting Emmett. And even then, it didn't bother me. I continued to hang out with the Cullens more and more.

Soon, Emmett started spending more time with me, and less time with Rosalie. I was told soon after by Alice that they were having relationship issues.

In April, I was pulled from class by Alice to watch Emmett and Rosalie finish it in the parking lot. When I comforted him, he took me to a meadow in the forest where we must have stayed for hours, simply holding each other.

He then took me to the border, where my bike, Sam and Jacob were waiting. They yelled at me, and I went home. Paul and I stayed up playing Halo for two hours, then started off for bed.

Before I could make it to my room, Paul kissed me. Having had dated, and broken up with, Paul for a year before any of this, I still found that I had feelings for him, they just didn't match his. I made him stop.

The next day, it was sunny, so I went to the Cullens and watched TV with Emmett all day, slept on his couch all night.

All of the next day, I helped him fix his car.

That night, I found out I was a werewolf. I phased back and forth many times that night, and ended up staying at Sam and Emily's. Sam told me the next day that I had to become accustomed to Emmett's scent, so I did.

For three nights, I put my nose right in one of Emmett's sweatshirt and inhaled as deeply as I could all night.

On the fourth night, everything changed.

On patrol, I heard Paul's thoughts, all he thought was He's dead he's dead he's dead.

I followed him to where he was going, to kill Emmett in the forest.

After pushing him out of the way, Emmett asked who I was. Being in my wolf form, I couldn't speak. I don't really think I would have been able to anyway. I phased back, and Emmett took me in his arms and kissed me. While he was kissing me, Paul slashed his claws across my back, over my spine and knocked me unconscious.

To save me, Emmett had to bite me. Being a werewolf, I react differently to Vampire Venom. It's pure poison to me. The theory was that if the right amount was administered to me, my heart would beat fast enough to save me.

When he did, I imprinted on him.

He got it just right.

Over the next three days, I burned. I got all the pain of being turned into a vampire with none of the aftereffect. Three things were different when I came out of it.

First: I had fangs. My canine teeth were twice as large.

Second: My body temperature was a nice 96.6 degrees.

Third: I could hear the Pack members' thoughts when we were in our human form. Kind of like Edward's talent, but I could only hear the Pack.

I also learned that Sam was my father. After seventeen years of living with him, he had been the man I'd been looking for all along.

The worst part was when I learned what Emmett had done. After Paul had attacked me, Emmett lost it and killed him. It was rough for all of us, but maybe more so for me. I honestly believed until Emmett shook it into me that Paul dying was my fault. If I hadn't have stepped in, Emmett would not have lost his control and killed him.

Sam, Edward, and Emmett all quickly took the thought from my head.

Now my life is back to normal… well, as normal as it was. No one has seen Rose since she left, and me and Emmett are very happy.

But, we're starting a new story now. And deeper we dive into my words.