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Aiyana slowed to a walk as she got closer to forks and let her mind wonder to the cullens. She stopped at the edge of a clearing and her eyes filled with tears as memories of her tribe, her family, being slaughtered and her being granted the 'mercy' of being turned into a monster with no emotions, no humanity, no controle... untill the cullens found her. She entered the clearing and looked down at her skin, even after all of the years she was still mesmerized and slightly sickened by the way her skin sparkled.

She walked over to a small bolder shaped into a wolf-like shape in the middle of the clearing. She reached out and touched the stone that she had made in memory of her people. She bowed her head and crouched in front of the wolf and said a quick Quileute prayer.

Aiyana jumped and looked up when she heard a twig snap and froze. Fifteen feet away stould a silver wolf as large as a bear fangs bared and coilled ready to attack. She backed away slowly bairly moving. The wolf was getting agitated and it's intelegenteyes shifted wairly over her as she moved slightly. A low growl rumbled and as she was about to turn and run the wolf tackled her. She struggled but the wolf was stronger than even her vampire strength couldn't fight. The wolf held her down with it's large paws on her sholders and muzzle in her face growling lowly.

Aiyana's breath quickened as she realized the danger. "Ether kill me or get off of me!" She commanded quietly hoping to sound confident but failing.

The wolf pulled it's head back and tilted it slightly and baired it's teath again and let out a growling bark. Aiyana winsed, closed her eyes, and tensed.

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