Edited 19/11/12

Firstly, I have no beta so if anyone wants a go at editing just ask; second, I do not own twilight. Third, I do not know if this story will go to a cross over but I will tell if it does. Forth, my last story did not go well people kept telling me how horrible it was and in the end, I lost all thoughts when it came to it and it ended up for adoption. I do not think I can continue that stories.

Chapter 1

Memory return

It has been a very long time since I have been to my grandparents' house here in Folks Washington; the last time I was here, I was thirteen. I have both fond and bad memories of this place. Back when we lived here Mum and Dad were always fighting over little things and always blaming each other for things that I do not recall ever happening, it was better for everyone when they finally ended it all and got a divorce. Moving away from the town in which I was born was heard and more so because I would be seeing my grandparents less and less.

No matter what though, with all the fighting going on between Mum and Dad, I loved every moment with my Grandparents. Grandpa taught me to play chess. He would tell me stories about the Quileute tribe and the history of the lands he was raised on, always making up things to keep me hooked like being descendants of wolves; I might have been young but I wasn't stupid. Grandpa never failed to keep it entertaining though, he assured me the legends, and stories were true. Grandpa and I would go out into the garden and he would show me how to take care of certain plants, though I much preferred to go down to the pond to catch frogs to scare Grandma. Grandma made some of the best ice-cream Sundays they were way better than Mums were, she would always let me paint with her when she was painting with her water paints, I loved to just watch a lot of the time but painting with Grandma was always fun. Grandma died first when I was thirteen, she was out in the garden when she had a stroke.

I was so upset I didn't want to see anyone for days, Grandpa was the only person I talked to, and he talked to me about how he thought he was going to cop, how we were going to get through it. He kept a close eye on me back then, he was always watching me when thing were brought up that upset me, telling me it was ok. It was weird but it was as if he expected me to explode when I was upset, it's what normal people do I guess. That same year Grandpa fell ill; I went to live with him for a little while because Mum and Dad were still settling the divorce. I was with my Grandpa the whole time he was ill. It was upsetting and terrifying, he kept telling me it was going to be ok and that no matter what he was here for me and he kept saying that when I turned not to be scared. I had no idea what he was going on about and I thought it was just a part of the illness at the time. Now I know better than to think Grandpa's stories were anything but the truth.

A few years later and things with the divorce still hadn't settled. Dad was still living in the house in Montana with us only everything of his was packed to leave, I had to go to school but Dad and Mum where going to court to decide who had custody of me. Half way through the day the principal summoned me to her office, she told me my parents where in a crash on their way home, both died instantly; I didn't know what to think. My first thought was that the principle was lying to me and that this was all a big joke. However, as the minutes went on it became clear that this wasn't just a cruel joke; my parents were dead. I had their wills read, me being the last member of the family my parents left everything to me. Grandpa had left Dad with a lot of money that would have him set for a dozen life times, it was all now going to set me up for my lifetime alone, seeing as I didn't have a guardian at sixteen I filed for emancipation and I got it.

I received my inheritance that also consisted of my Grandparents' house. A few days later, it all kicked in, I was alone with no one left and I was feeling it, it hurt so badly I just wanted it all to go away. I went for a run to clear my head, that's when it all changed that s when I found out Grandpas storied about us being descendants of wolves was true. The first time I changes I freaked out, I thought I was a monster or something. I kept on running so scared of myself. I didn't know where to go or what to do, I didn't know if I was still me, if I could still be me or whether I was stuck that way; Stuck as a gigantic pure white wolf. I held out in the Lewis and Clark national park for three days. I was running and getting use to how my body now felt and worked, I started to think I wasn't going to get back. It was weird to say the least but I felt more alive and freer than ever before I was at one stage not wanting to turn back. On my second day in the park, I came across a small creek I was quite thirsty with all the running I had done and I needed to rest. I sat down on the creek bed and lowered my head to take big mouthfuls of the murky water. Once I was satisfied with my throat not so dry anymore I sat back a little and took a good long look at myself.

The first thing I noticed was my eyes they were enormous icy blue orbs that looked made from ice itself. I noticed my thick shiny white fur that stuck up in all directions, I stretched out my oversize front legs with sturdy muscle, and I stared down at my large paws, flexing my claws I was owl struck by their size; long and sharp good for taking down pray. I swung my large fluffy tail around watching it as best I could it was mesmerizing the feeling of having a tail at all was tantalizing, now I know why dogs chase their tails. I turned back to the water and opened my jaw to see purely white sharp fangs good for tearing apart a deer or a moose, I guess I would have to hunt and kill creatures like that now, endless I could get back.

It was getting late and I knew for a fact I couldn't stay out there for long. On my third day I tried, this time giving it my all to turn back into me; I headed to the clearing of woods that was closest to my house I know I would be naked when and if I turned back so being close to shelter would be ideal. It was dark when I felt the shifting; I had sat for hours trying to will by body to go back to normal. Finally, my body dwindled in size and I was a hole less fury. The shifting was one of the weirdest feeling I have ever felt, that and the first change. Picking myself up on shaky legs I did my best to wake normally back to my house. Once home I showered and got some much needed food into my stomach. Luckily, no hunting needed.

I was still trying to work out how I was able to manage to change into a gigantic wolf in the first place, it was something out of a fairy tale; a TV show, human being able to transform into a wolf. I was amazed and I was scared. Thinking back to my Grandfathers stories, he always mentioned that there was a trigger for the first change. The cold ones he had said, the reason for me now becoming a wolf, I don't remember meeting any cold ones whatever they were; I was soon to find out. Two weeks passed and I hadn't returned to school, one reason being, as soon I got angry or upset it would trigger a change and I didn't want that happening in front of a bunch of students who are known for pissing people off for fun. I was playing it safe until I gained control of myself.

It wasn't until a month had passed since the first change that I was able to see what my purpose was now, the cold ones. I was on my way home from grocery shopping when I came across a smell that burned my nose; it was the foulest smell on the planet as far as I was concerned I pulled over and got out of the car afraid that if I continued id have a crash. The smell was so bad that my instances kicked in and I shifted. Sticking to the shadows I followed the smell until I came across a pale figure standing tall with a woman bleeding out from her neck laying at his feet I could tell the woman was already dead, there was only one heart beat that I could hear and it was mine. The figure was staring at me with a sneer across his face he hisses and bent low as if to attack me and I knew he was. That was my first encounter with a cold one, the Vampires, our purpose, our reason to exist, to destroy them. I defeated the Vampire it wasn't easy but I managed.

I was just letting my instincts take over, allowing my senses to overwhelm me, and my fighting nature to take the lead. Tearing the vampires head off was all I could do in the end and it endured my victory, I continued to tear off the rest of its limbs, I then shifted back to finish the job. Making a small fire and disposing of the creature. I felt sorry for the woman but I knew I needed to burn her as well so I did; I wouldn't have her coming back with a first for blood. I knew she must have had a family do I dumped her purse on the side of the closest road before I got back to my car and drove off home. I now had made the decision to move back to my Grandparents house. Living in Montana was not easy and I had paid the bills now, the money was not going to last as long, so I needed to go somewhere where I didn't have to worry about it, a pace I could call my own and that was in Folks Washington.

A/ I know there are spelling mistakes and all that, I'm not the best at grammar so please forgive me, I'll find someone one day who is able to teach me proper grammar and then I'll be a happy little wolf and you will all be happy readers Let me know what you think in a review please. :) Constructive criticism is all ways welcomed, I love to know whether it is bad or good just don't be two heard on me like the others were with my other story but please be honest Next, I'll be in folks moving into the Grandparents place and coming across a lot more than I bargained for.