Prolouge
The cold october air made the room icy, as I'd left my window open a few inches before I had fallen asleep. My cheeks stung at the bitter frostiness and my hair was hard and crunchy in spots because I'd gone to bed with my hair wet. I sat up, tousled and ran my fingers down and through my hair until the dark brown locks fell over my shoulder freely and I stood up in my red flannel pajama bottoms and concert tee, crossed the room barefoot and looked out my windows to the forests of La Push.
To my right was a steep ledge to one of the cliffs that the pack usually jumped off in their shenanigans. It was fun to watch, their smiles infectious and goofy as they shoved each other off and you listened to the hysterical laughter echoing off the rocky faces.
My affection for that group of Quileute boys was adoring. I called them the pack because they were always together some way or another, and when my best friends Leah, Emily and I had to feed them they somehow found their way to us like a pack of animals. I knew them all; mostly because they hung around my house in wonder of their fathers, who had done these same things only a few years before.
They were all like my brothers, especially my small group of trouble makers; Jacob, Quil, and Embry.
See, I wasn't such a girly girl. Sure, I was quiet and neat, usually cleaning up after most of the boys. I wore blouses and dresses, made sure my hair looked okay, but I also loved to tinker and run through the forest, I wasn't afraid to get my hands dirty, though they were small and soft.
Most people liked to call me a life-sized doll. My eyes were complimented especially, a glassy sky blue that most people said were alluring and mysterious. Others said they appeared dream-like.
With my tan skin and dark hair my eyes did stick out from the normal browns and blacks around me. I had my Mother's eyes.
My team and I knew I was tougher than my tiny form gave away though, and to them I was just as capable of working on the cars as I was making sandwiches when they were hungry or shoving them playfully while they wrestled.
I bit my lip and stared out into the dark. Was I just imagining it, or had I just see a glowing silhouette there? Like a reflection of the pale moonbeams above, standing motionless. Something was different and I could feel it. There was a new energy to feed off and it worried me a bit. I hated change but this difference felt quite permanent, and I shouldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I stepped back and away from the window as I shut it and closed the blinds, curling under my blankets and closing my eyes. Tomorrow was Friday.
'Or rather today' I noted, looking at my alarm clock. I could ask the boys about it tomorrow.
Name: Kangee "Angie" Morgan Bennett
Age: 16
Birthday: September 30th, 1990
Appearance: Short, slender, tan soft skin. Long dark brown hair, light blue eyes. 5'5
Education/work: La Push High School
Parentage: Michealo Bennett, Jessica Bennett
Friends: All the La Push boys, Emily Young, Leah Clearwater, Bella Swan.
Enemies: Paul Lahote
Place of origin: La Push Reservation, Washington.