The wind blew my tail further back and I thumped it loudly, trying to keep it still.

I was, of course, on the highest mountain surrounding the small town of Forks. As a were-wolf.

As an Alpha were-wolf who once had a pack, but was abandoned because of my unnaturalness.

I don't even want to think of the subject.

Yet.

But, that was seventy-four years ago.

I thumped my tail again, my snow white fur blowing in the way awkward direction up the mountain. At least my furs out of my face...

I started down the mountain. Forks' was meant to be a nice neutral town I could hide in for a few years.

Go to school. Interact – or something along those lines.

I don't know.

At least, I can't remember.

Haven't been to school since I was fourteen years of age, and I'd spent a good seventy years of my life as a wolf.

I'm actually surprised I haven't gone insane yet, like stories say.

Then again – they're only stories...

What does that make me then? Fictional or not?

I shook my head as if to get rid of the thoughts.

The wind suddenly change direction, and even from here I could smell the ocean. The sweat, salty ocean...

I turned from where I originally was heading and started towards the beach.

My fur was ruffled abruptly as I stepped up to the cliffs, looking down into the waves trying to come up to land.

I pressed my ears to my head, cautious of the giant drop below me.

Backing up, I headed back to the forest. Turns out there's a long walk down to the beach area around here somewhere...

Saliva filled my mouth when a smelt a doe. And close by.

My wolf instincts took over and I raced at an unnatural speed towards the growing stench.
Juicy meat. Fresh meat. Blood dripping of it...

The sweet taste against my tongue...

I lunged at the deo grazing, surprising it before I dug my teeth into its neck.

The doe's neck snapped like a twig and I greedily ripped open flesh, devouring all I could.

Something moved behind me.

I growled menacingly. That would keep any animal or human away.

There was no more noise from there although when I twitched my ears in the general direction I thought I could hear breathing...

Keep your eyes on the meat. Snapped my own thoughts.

After seventy years of hunting in the wild, you always do something's.

Like keep an eye on your food – someone could take it.

Or, never pee in any type of water that has animals drinking from it at the time – trust me, they act exactly the same way a human would if someone pissed in their cup.

Was that a moment I would remember; two mountain lions decided they wanted revenge (which happens all the time) and tried to disembowel me.

Bad experience – took a few days worth of repair though.

I don't heal as fast as normal were-wolves. In fact, I heal 3 times slower.

Also, I run three times faster, see twice as clearer, smell two times better and have doubled strength of an average 17 male were-wolf.

I know this is all true because I use to be the Alpha of a pack of two 17 year olds, who decided I was 'too immature' to be their leader.

And looks whose dead and whose not now, hu?

A twig snapped from where I had heard the...whatever it was... was before.

I snarled again and picked up the carcass in my strong jaws, before heading to the beach.

La Push was very beautiful.

On the beach anyway.

I found a narrow piece of beach land that was connected to the main beach. It was next to a very high cliff and a giant rip.

Turns out, if you follow that tiny piece of land without running into the rocky wall or falling into the sure-to-drown ocean, then you find quiet a larger space of land, untouched by humans, animals or wind.

Of course, no one had been silly enough to go wondering on that 50-meter-almost-book-thin strip, now had they?

I dropped the carcass and wilfully ate the rest of it, leaving only the bones.

They didn't look right on this sacred piece of land, so I buried them.

How dull. It's almost morning and I'm already bored out of my socks.

I stretched my paws out in front of me before twisted my back so several bones poped.

What socks?

Soon, the sun came up, and I was so bored, plus the fact that I didn't want to move, I did what every wolf would do, and does best.

Sleep.

I opened my eyes when I heard something... It was almost midday. Damnit. Didn't sleep long enough. The tide was playing with my white stricken tail. Annoyed with myself for waking up at the slightest touch of water, I sat up, facing the cliff.

I yawned and scratched behind my ear. What a great sensation! Why I never did it when I was a human those few years, I have no idea.

The sand moved behind me. Loudly. I twisted my head around to see two wolves staring at me. One was slightly shorter and less buff then the other one, but I'm sure he was the intelligent one.

The grey wolf crouched as if to pounce, but snarled at me instead.

The ears on my head went flat on my skull.

Edward was right. There is another were-wolf on our territory! He growled in wolf.

Edward?

Who's Edward? And who's territory?

Paul, don't attack. Tell Sam and I'll tell Jake. The brown one kept its eyes on me.

It's a very young wolf...he added.

Sam's coming and he's bringing everyone else from our pack too. The grey one, Paul, looked at the brown wolf. I hate not being able to hear your packs thoughts Seth.

I blinked. Hold the phone... a pack is coming to met me?

I looked up, noticing that the movement brought both of the male's attention on me. The cliff was about as tall as an eight story building.

I can climb that. I think.

Guess I can if I jumped up and dug my nails in.

You can't go anywhere and that cliff's too high for even us to climb. Seth woofed to me in a matter-of-fact tone.

I'm just glad they're downwind from me. I have no idea how two were-wolves already in a pack would react to a lone Alpha female.

Not that there are meant to be any Alpha females – another strangely unnatural thing about me.

That'd be insane. Scoffed Paul.

Well, I thought to myself, I must be insane then.

I crouched and pounced, using my unnatural were-wolf speed and strength to jump higher and dig my claws in.

I felt my muscles ripple while I climbed up to the ledge and jumped over.

Two howls went off below me.

I sped off towards Forks. Run run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me because I'm the ging-

I heard growls and muffed footprints behind me.

Okay, this little gingerbread lady isn't moving fast enough... If I don't hurry up they'll catch up.

Weird how climbing a cliff can drain your energy, isn't it?

Well, they can't catch me if I could always hide...

I used a large amount of energy jumping onto a pine tree before quickly curling up into a ball. I mean, how suspicions can you get if you see a giant wolf standing about 20 meters off the ground?

Unfortunately, the pack – or packs – stopped below me.

I sighed – mentally, of course – and settled in for a long night.

Everyone stop... A rather large black wolf, a head above the others, stuck its - his - head up into the wind. Finally getting some luck, unless the wind aims down then he can't smell me.

And he knew it.

This must be the Alpha. What happened Seth, Paul? He asked. And where's Jake?

I'm here Sam. Someone grumbled from the back. I looked to see who, and so did most of these packs. Almost as big as Sam, except redish brown, was a wolf.

Of course, I scoffed to myself. These where the two pack leaders.

And if I somehow fell down there, sixteen wolves would be on me...

Sorry. I was helping Renesme do something. Jake sighed while there were a few knowing glances among the wolves.

Men.

We lost a were-wolves sent through here. He was seen on a section of the beach, sleeping according to Seth, before jumping and climbing up an eight story high cliff. Apparently the wind changed direction before he reached the top. I almost yelped out in annoyance.

I'm FEMALE! Although, I was quiet happy with the amount of astonished looks from the cliff bit. Aww chucks – it only took up all my energy...

So now there is an Alpha roaming our land.

...and the reason I wasn't on the ground was because of the amount of growls.

I looked down; afraid that they'd notice me. One of the wolves below me was staring bluntly at the tree I was on. Judging by his size, he's about sixteen. And judging by the neatness of his silky black fur, he was well groomed as a human.

And, he was looking at the tree I was in.

Not any of the other maybe fifty thousand trees around us, but mine.

Coincidence?

Someone once told me, there are no coincidences...

And speaking of that thought, he looked right up at me.

I am so dead meat.