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Chapter 1

The grass swayed like locks of wolf fur as the wind blew, forcing the blades into submission. I sat in that grass, arms wrapped around my legs, chin resting on my knees. My eyes strained, searching the meadow before me. Dusk was coming and I had to be heading home but I didn't want to leave just yet.

I heard something rustling off to the left. I turned my head slowly, looking for the source of that sound. She trotted out of the brush then, ears pricked and tail waving. The coyote was gorgeous with sandy fur and light intelligent eyes, a miniature and less glorious version of the wolf but still magnificent in itself.

I cupped my hands and yipped to her, like I had so many other days. She paused, ears flickering to catch my voice. I did it again and she looked right at me, dark eyes unafraid. She sniffed the air then licked her muzzle with her dainty pink tongue. I grinned, happy to have been able to see her again before I had to head home.

She soon lost interest in me and put her nose to the ground, hunting for a rabbit or mouse for dinner. I quietly slipped away on hands and knees, making sure to be as soundless as possible.

The silence was broken by the loud rumbling of a dirt bike. I looked over my shoulder but she was already gone. I stood up and saw my cousin Isaac driving over the hill on his dirt bike. He grinned when he saw me and skidded to a stop, slinging gravel.

"Johnnayyy!!" He laughed, pronouncing my nickname like they did in the old eighties movies.

I chuckled slightly and walked up to him with quick strides. I slapped his outstretched hand, "What's up Isaac?"

"I could ask you the same thing, where's your bike?"

I shrugged, "I walked."

"Well there goes racing you around the track." Isaac ran a hand through his golden hair. "What are you doing all the way out here?"

"Thinking," I replied, kicking at a piece of gravel Isaac had slung into the grass.

"This isn't about that girl is it?" He leaned forward on his handlebars, grin widening.

I snorted, "Isn't everything about a girl?"

"Ha, you got that right." He laughed, "But seriously… is this about that girl, what's her name…"

"Mandy?" I finished for him.

"Yeah her!"

"We're just friends, Isaac…"

"Uh, uh!!!" Isaac rocked back in his seat so he was sitting straight up. He kicked the kickstand down and got off the bike. Even though he was a year older than me I was taller than him, and more muscular without even trying. It was probably the Quileute in me, my uncle Seth was huge. "I see the way you look at her."

I shook my head, "She has a boyfriend…"

"Who… if you don't mind me saying… is an ass."

I cocked an eyebrow. "You would know this how? You're starting to sound like a gossiping 13 year old girl, cuz."

He punched my arm and I couldn't help but notice it didn't hurt me but it hurt him. He shook his hand slightly, trying to be inconspicuous. I rolled my eyes and shook my head and started walking down the gravel road away from him. "That's right!" He yelled after me. "Just walk away!"

I laughed, ignoring his taunts. I heard him kick his bike to life and moments later he sped by me, slinging dust in my face. I coughed, annoyed at my obnoxious cousin. My hands shook slightly.

I made it home just as the moon started rising above the horizon, it was a full moon tonight. I opened the door but neither of my parents was in sight. I walked into the kitchen, searching for something to eat. I was starving all the time now, my mom said it just came with growing but I ate more than my other 17 year old friends. I found some left over spaghetti from the night before and started heating it up in the microwave. I leaned against the counter to wait when I heard something upstairs.

I walked to the foot of the stairs, listening; I could hear my parents talking… well more like arguing. I crept up the stairs, skipping the ones the creaked to investigate. I began to hear them more clearly.

"He's getting bigger, it could happen any day!" My mom screeched.

"We don't know that…"

"But Jake…" She stopped. "That you John?"

Shoot, I swear my mom heard more than my other friend's parents did. "Yeah, I'm home."

She walked out, smile on her face. Her shoulder length hair bounced around her jaw line as she walked gracefully towards me. I had always thought she walked like a wolf, silent with a sloping gait. Although I compared a lot of stuff to wolves or dogs. My parents said that doggy was one of my first words, behind da da. "How was your hike?"

I shrugged, "It was fine."

She cocked an eyebrow as she appraised me. "Were you rolling around in the dirt? You're covered in dust!"

"Isaac sprayed me with dust as he did a burn out in my face." I heard my father laugh from down the hall.

My mom pursed her lips. She was about to say something when the microwave rang. I turned away from her and trotted down the stairs. I could feel her wary eyes on me. They seemed to watch me a lot more lately. It wasn't like I was some punk teenager always getting into trouble, I was a B student and never had a detention in my life… well I did in 7th grade when a kid made fun of my Native American nationality and I broke his nose but that's a different story. My hands trembled remembering that wise ass kid.

My mom followed me down to the kitchen and started pulling the drapes closed on all the windows. Once she was done my dad came down almost as if he was cued. I didn't say anything but I began to think that things were definitely getting strange around here.