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I shielded my eyes from the bright sunlight that glared at me through the glassed ceiling of the Seattle airport. I glanced around the surprisingly busy landing, looking for the baggage claim. Once I spotted it, I shoved my way through the throng of people shuffling in all directions. I hurriedly located and claimed my duffle bag and book bag before turning to scan the endless sea of faces for anyone that fit the description I received of my older "brother." All I knew was that he was full Quileute, so he had the same dark skin as me (even though I was only half Quileute. The other half was Porter Rican). I also knew he had the typical black hair and dark eyes, as well as being incredibly tall and well muscled. I sat down on a near by plastic bench (which was very uncomfortable by the way) and kept my eyes peeled for anyone that matched my description, however vague it may be.

After an hour of constantly turning my head and trying to find a comfortable position on my bench, I finally gave up and curled into a ball on my side, using my jacket as a pillow. I figured that my brother had forgotten about me and that was fine with me. I had never wanted to leave the warm sunny streets of Miami Florida, but seeing as how I was only fifteen and parentless, I had no choice. So, I settled down in my fetal position and drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming about my life back in Miami.

I was awoken by someone shaking my shoulder. I looked up sleepily into a pair of kind brown eyes. But that wasn't what caught my attention. It was the breathtakingly beautiful woman those eyes belonged to. The woman was obviously Native American, with her dark tanned skin, dark eyes, and dark hair. She was gorgeous. However, she had scars running down the length of the right side of her face and disappearing under her shirt, only to reappear at the end of her sleeve, and finally stopping at her forearm. But the scars only added to her beauty, making her look more exotic.
She was smiling kindly at me. Or at least the half of her face that wasn't permanently turned down in a scowl was.

"Hi sweetie." She said. "Are you Brooke Santos?"

I gave her a tentative smile. "Si. And you are?" I asked.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you already knew. I'm your brother's fiancée, Emily. Emily Young. It's so nice to finally meet you."

"Oh." I said. "I didn't know my brother had a fiancée. The only thing they told me was that he lived in La Push, Washington and that we shared a father Named Joshua Uley."

She frowned, then plastered a bright smile on her face. "We'll then. Lets get you home and settled in a real bed. That bench doesn't look comfortable at all."

I smiled a real, genuine smile as she picked up my duffel bag and tossed it over her shoulder as I followed her with my book bag. I had a sinking feeling that I was going to like Emily a lot more than my supposed half brother.