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I lay in the field looking up at the clear sky, earbuds in and music up. It was maybe one of the sunniest days in Washington, something I shouldn't get used to here. But it was something normal for Louisiana. I missed home in Lafitte, breathing in warm swamp air. Hurricanes were getting worse, and there was always a need for evacuation. My step mom finally convinced my father to move. We just picked up and left, as if we had only been there temporarily. It shouldn't be so difficult this year, my sophomore year in high school. My little brother although, would have to deal with his eighth grade year in a new place. Hayden would make friends quickly though, he always has. If only I was more like him. I never really thought of myself as sort of an outgoing person, but I wasn't so shy either. Of course I would miss my friends back home, but I'd visit as often as possible. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift around the lyrics I was singing in my head. Maybe I would just automatically fit in here, like I had belonged here all along. Maybe, just maybe, I would find a boyfriend. I had never been boy crazy growing up. It was just that every guy I liked already had a girlfriend or just used me. Everything would be different here, I felt it. Aside from the fact that I was tanner than everyone in Washington.

My dad was Cuban and my mom was half African-American, half Spanish. I was the tannest person in my house too since Hayden was only my half brother. With my dark brown loose waves, hazel eyes, and perfectly tanned skin, most people assumed I was Native American or Latina. Everyone else in my house looked perfectly Cuban with brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Somehow I was always the outcast. As I opened my eyes I saw clouds slowly beginning to flow into my view. I heard the heavy steps of paws. I paused my music and sat up. Behind all the trees I could see bear shaped figures. As they approached, I saw they were wolves. Oversized wolves. The figure of a girl around sixteen was on the back of one of the wolves. Typically, I would be a little scared but, something about them didn't frighten me. Slowly I stood up and they stopped. I saw the girl's eyes widen and her mouth move. I wasn't quite sure if I should speak or move. The girl gracefully jumped off and began walking towards me as the wolf she was riding followed behind her. I slowly took both earbuds out, making sure I didn't make any sudden movements. A sandy wolf fell within their pace, gradually speeding up and halting at my feet. His eyes were intense and sensitive, contradicting themselves. As if he saw through me, and knew every aspect of me and my life. I slowly placed a hand on his jaw and leaned my head on his as he lowered it down. The girl and the other wolf had reached us. I set my eyes on them. The girl was gorgeous. She had curly, auburn hair, flawless almost transparent skin. She resembled a teenage porcelain doll that was only meant for show.

"Who are you?" She asked curiously.

I let go of my wolf's face and completely turned towards her.

"My name is Dakota, I just moved here from Louisiana," I said moving hair from my face.

"Nice meeting you, I'm Renesmeee Cullen," she said extending her arm.

I shook her hand, noticing the coldness of it and her shocked look.

"You're so warm," she whispered.

"I'm pretty cold actually. My mom says it's the Spanish in me that keeps me warm." I mumbled.

"Your mother sounds like a very wise woman," Renesmee smiled.

"I wish I could agree with you," I mumbled feeling light headed.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm not sure."

I fell down clumsily. My eyes rolled back and darkness took over my vision. A blur appeared and became sharp. I was sitting at the oval table in my grandmother's house. My mom's mother.

"Kota, I've been meaning to talk to you," Maw-Maw Kat smiled, hugging me.

"Maw-Maw?"

"Obviously enough sweetheart," she laughed.

"What's going on?" I asked looking around.

"We're communicating through your dreams Kota."

"That's just silly Maw-Maw."

"No, no Kota. This is all too true. Your mama has been trying to hide this all from you. But you must know what you are."

"What are you talking about Maw-Maw Kat?"

"You have powers greater than any fortune teller in the French Quarter. You're a star child."

"I-I thought those stories were just old legends," I stuttered.

"To every tale, there lies truth," she smiled.

"I really have powers?"

"Greater than Renesmee and any vampire's powers. Greater than the werewolves you're with."

"You're talking crazy Maw-Maw."

"Don't sass your abuelita. I'll talk to you soon,"

"Maw-Maw, wait-"

The deep blur came back and once again there was darkness. Voices slowly came back to me, as I blinked back to conscience.

"Hi, Dakota. I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen, Renesmee's grandfather. I'm a doctor at the hospital. How are you feeling?"

He had the same golden brown eyes as Renesmee, and the same porcelain skin. A vampire.

"I'm not sure but I need to call my grandmother if that's okay. Do you have my bag?" I whispered my voice raw.

"Of course sweetie. Here you go," Carlisle smiled, handing me my messenger bag, and leaving the room

I got my Sidekick and flicked it open and called Maw-Maw, closing it again.

"You're safe Kota, relax. Now is not the time to talk about this," she said hanging up.

Well I wasn't crazy; my grandmother had contacted me in my dream. As if my life could be anymore absurd. I sighed and took a deep breath. I was in a beautiful home, made mostly of windows, very modern. It was the Cullen's home. I pictured it in my head as if I was outside. How did I know what the outside of the house looked like? I laid my head back on the pillow. Only doctors would have hospital beds in their house. I felt someone enter the room, and I knew it was my wolf. But he wasn't a wolf anymore. I turned on my side to look at him. He was a guy about seventeen or so, and just as I had imagined him in my head. Tall, tan, and black crew cut hair. He was sexy. I smiled at him and closed my eyes. He walked closer to me and sat next to the bed. He smoothed my hair back with his hand. I opened my eyes to see him slightly frowning. He was worried.

"Feeling better?" he asked his voice smooth.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"You don't even know who I am, do you?" he asked, worried.

"I knew who you were before I even opened my eyes. You don't have to explain anything right now. It kind of hurts to think," I whispered.

He smiled, momentarily relieved.

"Well, my name is Seth," he whispered, scooting closer to me.

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