Disclaimer- The fabulous characters of my story, with the exclusion of a few, belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and come from her Twilight series.

A/N- Ok, so here is my next project that I've been wanting to start for awhile. I really enjoyed writing Calli and Jacob, so I decided to take the storyline from The Half Breed Diaries in a different direction. If you haven't read that story, you'll still be able to follow this one just fine, this is just basically an AU to that story. So, I hope you enjoy this story too!

I stopped walking and turned my head up, to find only the tall tops of the trees blocking out the cloudy day. I took a long, deep breath, letting the rain stream down my face. Finally I hung my head and continued walking quickly. My heart raced furiously in my chest, and it had nothing to do with my frustrated walk.

I wanted to phase, badly, to just change and run out all the frustration and all the anger I had bottled inside. But I didn't want them in my head right now, hearing more stuff about her. Because she was all I really thought about. I was tired of having the thoughts, and I loved her. I figured they were probably pretty damn tired of it all too.

But I could never get Bella out of my head. My thoughts, especially lately, were almost always angry…but they were always her, regardless. Two months since they'd gotten married, and not even for two seconds could I get it out of my head.

For awhile I woke up every day telling myself that the wedding wasn't going to happen. That she was going to come to me, tell me that she just couldn't marry him. But she never came. We never even talked after that day in my room; that was the last time I saw her. I told her I would let go, that I would stop pulling her in another direction; a direction she didn't want to be pulled in. We said we would be friends. But now we had nothing. I hadn't heard anything from her leech either…not since he had sent me that stupid invitation.

Just picturing the damn thing made me shake, and I pushed the thought out as fast as it came.

I had thought about going to the wedding constantly. I didn't want to attend, I knew I couldn't handle that, but I thought about standing back in the trees and watching it all. But I knew if I went there would be no just standing around. I knew one of two things would happen; either I would tear the bloodsucker apart right there, in front of everyone, in front of Bella on her wedding day. Or I would grab her and run as far as I could as fast as I could.

But I had promised her. And I knew that either one of those things would be breaking that promise. So the morning of their wedding I woke up and went straight into the forest, pacing and running all day, trying desperately to contain the anger, the hate, the hurt welling up inside me.

And when I got home that night all it had taken was one look from Billy for me to know that it had happened, that it was over, that she was forever his.

And every day since then has kind of been a blur. Like I've been moving, living, but only because I have to. I patrol when Sam tells me to patrol, trying my best to keep my head as clear of Bella as I possibly can.

Being around the pack was torture for awhile. It's not so bad now. In the beginning they all just looked at me so pitifully, calling the leech names, trying to make me feel better. Of course, it never did, and after awhile they got that, and it stopped. Now they just say hi, make some small talk, and go on their way. All but Leah, of course, who's been excruciatingly annoying since the big fight. She's been driving me insane, always coming around and babbling a mile a minute about total crap.

School started awhile back, and that, like everything in my life these days, has been a blur. I go every day. I sit at my desk, I look at the teachers. But I'm never focused on that. I'm never focused on anything but Bella and my anger, my hurt…and unfortunately, my love.

Billy's been worrying more and more about me. I knew that today as I walked through the rainy forest, just like I knew that every day. At first he sat me down a bunch of times trying to talk me through it. When he realized that wasn't really working he was just kind of quiet for awhile. Then he went through a little phase where he tried to yell and scream. Tough love, I guess.

I know he tries asking Sam what I'm thinking when I'm phased. But it's never anything different. I'm always, always thinking about Bella.

Billy talks to Charlie a lot, gets lots of updates on how things are going with her. I've been waiting every day with baited breath for the time Charlie finally tells Billy that Bella and Edward are going to some far away college. Surprisingly it hasn't happened yet. I really was expecting it to happen right after they got married. But they're still in Forks, and Bella is still unchanged.

Some tiny, idiotic part of me has kept some kind of hope alive for her. I had hoped she wouldn't marry him…but she did. Now I hoped that she would change her mind, that she had changed her mind, that she wasn't going to let him turn her into one of them. But, when I thought realistically, rationally, I knew that would never happen. Bella would be changed, and the girl I know, the girl I love, would be gone forever.

I stopped walking abruptly, kicking the trunk of a tree directly in front of me hard enough to hear a nice crack. I hated so many things right now, and it was driving me crazy. I hated Edward; a part of me even hated Bella. I hated that she was going to let him change her into a monster. I hated that she wouldn't choose a better life for herself. But more than anything right now, I hated that I could never get her off my mind. Because now that I knew that she was his, that she will be his forever and will never be with me, I just wanted to stop thinking about her.

But no; I think about her all the time. I wonder if she ever thinks of me, if she ever misses me. If she ever regrets choosing him over me. Does she ever regret the choice of becoming a monster, a vampire, instead of the life she could have with me? A normal, full life with family and children and…humanity.

Just thinking about her being bitten, of her dying, of her turning into one of those awful…the quivering hit and I knew I needed to stop thinking about it, stop picturing it. I took a couple deep breaths to try and calm myself down. This happens to me so much lately. So much pain, so much anger that I wish would go the hell away. When I'm not just going through the motions, living my life in a daze, I'm constantly angry. And when I'm not feeling that anger, I feel nothing.

I stopped walking and stared ahead at absolutely nothing. I knew that one day, eventually, the pain and the anger would go away. It had to. But I had no idea when that day would come. I wanted that day now. I wanted it right this minute. Now that I knew for sure that I had no chance with Bella, that she would forever be Edward's, I wanted her out of my damn head. I wanted to stop picturing her face, her smile. I wanted to stop hearing her voice. But it didn't matter how bad I wanted it. It never, ever happened.

I sat down on the moss covered ground and put my head in my hands. I leaned back onto the huge tree trunk behind me and just sat, trying desperately to push the stupid thoughts out of my head. I started to take slow, deep breaths, and after awhile I felt better. Well, not really better. Just not angry. Dead again, empty. Because that's how I feel when I'm not angry.

My mind went back to the year before, to that day Bella had come to see me the first time after he left her. She had looked awful…sad, dead, like I felt now. But she came back again, and again, and slowly I watched her come back to life.

I wondered what, if anything, would do that for me. I longed for the days when I would just sit in the garage and work. When me and Embry and Quil would just hang out. There was no patrolling, and we weren't werewolves. When the Cullen's were long gone, and Bella came, and she wasn't mine…but she wasn't Edward's either.

But I knew that wasn't true. It hadn't mattered that Edward wasn't there for awhile. She was always his. I sighed in disgust and tried to think of something, anything else. Anything but the two of them.

I tried to think about school, about what was going on in my classes, but I couldn't really remember any of the stuff we were studying. Or, I guess, the stuff we were supposed to be studying. The stuff I was supposed to be studying.

I tried thinking about the guys and what was going on with them. I realized I had absolutely no clue. It had been so long since I talked to Embry or Quil, or anyone for that matter.

I was so unbelievably desperate for a distraction that I tried to remember the last useless thing Leah had been going on about. It was just a few days ago, and I was pretty sure it was about some movie she wanted to see, but I couldn't remember for the life of me what it was called.

It was while I sat there, my head in my hands, my eyes closed, trying to pull up the name of that damn movie, grasping at any single subject that wasn't Bella, that I heard a rustling off in the brush.

Instinctively my head snapped up, and I looked up in the direction of the sound. I held my breath to hear better, and the rustling continued. It sounded closer than it actually was, thanks to my acute hearing, and I tried to push away the other sounds I picked up to locate where it came from. I sniffed the air, trying to see if I could figure out what was making the sound. At least I knew it wasn't a vampire…I could smell them from a mile away.

I stood up and started making my way towards the sound, trying to remember who had been scheduled to patrol that day, if anyone had. But, of course, I had no idea. I only knew that I wasn't supposed to be patrolling.

I didn't even like phasing or patrolling anymore. It used to be one of the best things in my life, and I loved every minute of it. But now I was always trying so damn hard to keep my thoughts away from Bella, to keep my mind somewhat private. I usually just sang some random song in my head. I know it drives them up the wall, but I figure it's better than constant thoughts of Bella…at least the song changes day to day.

The rustling started to get louder, and I knew I was getting close. I kept walking in the direction of the rustling. I wasn't scared…I knew there wasn't anything in this forest that I couldn't handle. I almost wished it was a vampire. It might be nice to rip something to shreds. But now I was starting to pick up a faint scent, and I knew for a fact it wasn't one of them. This was human.

I kept walking forward and came to a line of thin, tall trees that looked into a small clearing. Suddenly I saw what was making the sound, and I stopped mid step.

I watched the girl walk across the forest floor, my heart starting to race immediately. She walked slowly, purposefully, her head turned up toward the sky. She wore brown hiking boots, blue jeans, and a black t shirt. Her light brown hair was cut short, different lengths in different places, the longest one ending just above her shoulders.

She was short, more than a foot shorter than my six foot six frame. She wasn't thin, but she looked really athletic; her body was very compact and toned. She had a symmetrical face with a narrow, thin nose, high cheekbones, and thin lips. And her face looked open, peaceful, like she was completely at home in the forest, with her surroundings. She stopped walking and closed her eyes, her head still turned up, then took a deep breath and smiled. All of this rushed through my mind in an instant before the reality of what was happening hit me.

I looked away from her quickly and grabbed the nearest tree for support. My knees felt weak and I was almost sure I was going to collapse. My breath came in rapid gasps and I tried to take long, deep gulps to calm myself down. My head started swimming and I swayed slightly on my feet, gripping the tree even harder.

I had no idea who this girl was, I had never seen her before in my life. But here, now, this stranger had answered the very dilemma I'd been contemplating all day in the forest. The dilemma I had been contemplating for so long.

Bella would never be a problem again. Because this mystery girl had just become my imprint.