Hello everyone! :D This is my first story for Twilight, and since I couldn't get the idea out of my head, I decided to write it out into a full story. However, be warned, I'm low on motivation these days so if you guys like where this story goes, be sure to say so, so that I keep it going! xD
Any ways, enjoy the prologue!
My name is Mia Fortier. 5'7, tan, hazel eyes, dark chocolate brown hair cut short, soon to be 18. I'm a shapeshifter, or werewolf, whatever term you prefer to use. I first turned when a nomadic vampire passed through my small hometown of Roseau, Minnesota a year ago. My dad, Joe, carried the gene, but he stopped phasing after a car accident left his leg permanently healed wrong. My mother had mostly French lines, hence my European surname. Dad wanted to adopt her surname, instead of her adopting dad's.
Dad's rules were simple. He'd teach me everything he knew about our ancestors, and he would follow the same laws his father had. Basically, after I phase, I'm gonna be booted out to find a life of my own, the same way granddad booted out his kid, no matter how much he loved him. Our family was more like a monarchy, though I can't say I'm sour about it.
Dad told me that female shifters were so rare that they were thought to be a blessing from the tribal deities. All throughout history, they had lighter coats than the males in the tribe, consisting of silvers and beiges and sometimes pale oranges with other colors mixed in. My coat was bland and plain—a simple silvery white with matching cold, silvery blue eyes. A little too simple. Unfortunately, because of the genetic difference between males and females in almost every species, female shifters were much lankier and lighter, certainly not as strong as males. I figured it was because of the lack of testosterone.
The other important thing he explained to me, after the birds and the bees talk, was imprinting. He said that when I imprint on someone, or someone imprints on me, I'll know. I'll know I've met my other half. My match made in heaven, if you will. I remember he was pretty strict about it:
"Now listen here, kiddo. I don't want you havin' any flings with any boys or anythin' like that, alright? The only man you need in your life is your imprint, and believe you me, you'll know it when you see 'im. You hear me? No boys, not until you find your imprint."
Mom made a wolf-sized satchel for me to carry a few things in, like a notebook and pencil, spare clothes, and food, as well as some survival things. I made sure to read up on survival out in the wild, and I figured I would hunt my food and cook it over a fire. Seems to have been working so far. I'm currently somewhere in western Canada, not too far from the ocean. I figured I would get to the ocean, and follow it South, till I hit Oregon, then come back East through the plains. I might visit home again before heading out towards the Appalachians. Travelling on your own, with no one to rule over you was very freeing. However, it forced you to grow mature. I rarely act with emotion; I have to take into consideration all details I can before making a decision, for my own safety. Out here, my well-being comes before anything else's.
I was currently trotting at a steady pace due West. I paid little attention to passing objects, but I always listened. Birds flying away, squirrels attacking each other, the occasional deer or moose. The wind changed above me and sent the salty odor of the ocean into me, and I must have been less than a half mile from the shoreline. With little real interest in visiting the ocean for the sake of visiting the ocean, I continued forward. Within minutes, the dense deciduous forest abruptly surrendered to the pale sandy beaches. At the moment, I simply couldn't be bothered for a swim, so I quickly turned to my left and continued trotting down the edge of the forest, continuing on my chosen path due South, towards Washington.
3rd person POV, Cullen house;
Alice was carrying the groceries up the stairs of their grand home in the woods, when a vision interrupted her eyesight. Her steps fumbled and her hand gripped the rail. The others quickly realized what her spaced out look meant, and quickly came to her to hear about what she saw.
There, on the beach, was a large silvery-white wolf, much like the wolves of La Push. Though there were no indications of gender, Alice knew it was female. The wind played in her fur. Suddenly, from the trees, one of her family members appeared. He calmly strode towards her, and affectionately intertwined his fingers in her fur. It was obvious that both of them were very close, perhaps closer than Alice was comfortable with. The vision faded out as both of their gazes turned to look at her.
"What did you see?" Esme spoke up, speaking for everyone. Alice shook her head a little, before responding simply.
"Someone is coming," Edward's face twisted suddenly with worry.
"For what?" he asked.
"They aren't coming to hurt any of us, that's all I know." She stole a quick glance at everyone. Everyone nodded silently and returned to what they were doing before. To escape Edward's prying mind-reading, Alice wondered whether or not she broke any of the eggs when she took a misstep on the stairs. She did not like what she saw, but she didn't dare bring it up this time. She would have to figure this one out herself.
Who was that with Mia in the vision? Cookie if you guess it without looking at the character list under the summary! xD
See you soon with Chapter I!