The one thing that I hated was that before they took me out of Nashville, I had never got an answer on her mother's body that had went missing. It was two months ago when something had happened to her and after moving from family friend to family friend, the great state of Tennessee had decided to put me up for adoption. The family that had adopted me lived in a small town called Forks, Washington. The cops had stopped looking for my mother and claimed that she would most likely be dead.

Because of that, I was placed on a plane heading to the small town with never saying goodbye to any of my friends. Though, because of my old fashion ways I had all of their numbers in a journal so when it came down to it, I could call them. My hair was in a braid, with my ever trusted cowgirl hat that had belonged to my grandmother in my lap. My black cowgirl boots kicked nervously as I waited for the plane to line so I could meet my new family, something that a part of me was dreading.

All I knew was that they were named the Swans. My new dad, Charlie, was a cop in the small town. His new wife, Sue worked in La Push, a Native American reservation thirty minutes away. Charlie had a daughter, named Isabella; Sue had a daughter named Leah and a son named Seth. I would be the first child that had Charlie and Sue was parents. I shook my head as the plane landed, grabbing my two suitcases and walking out to the small airport, looking for anyone with my name on a sign. There was no one and honestly, I was scared shitless.

"Are you Paige Swan?" I heard someone ask, looking at me. "I'm Paul Lathoe, you're new brother's friend." He replied, holding out his hand. "I was asked to pick you up."

"That's cool, I guess." I replied, shifting my duffle bag awkwardly, still holding my hat in one hand. "So I guess, let's go?" I asked, as he grabbed on the duffle bags, never looking me in the eyes. I rolled mine, wondering if this was a trait for most Yankees up north. I put the hat on my head as I followed him out into the rain to head to Forks.

After an hour of silence in the car, he looked at me. "You like music?" I replied, turning to look at me. This time I was determined to have him look in my eye as I nodded. His eyes widen looking at me, causing us to almost wreck his car, but he turned to focus quickly.

"I'm sorry. What kind?"

"Country." I replied, softly, "I have some on my Ipod. When I use to dance I kept one so I would have the tracks and I transferred all my music to it when my mother went missing."

"Plug it in here then." He said, handing me the cord. I did as told and picked my playlist called, Country Favorites, that had the songs that my friends would sing to when we went out of the city for bonfires, I shook my head at the song that came on with his expression. "What part of the South are you from?"

"Nashville."

"The birthplace of country music." He replied, laughing. "That explains a lot about you." He shook my head as he saw me make a face. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"It's the home of the genre, the start of country music was Bristol, Virginia." I replied, looking at him. "It's a city divided by two states, my father went to watch the NASCAR races there when I was a little girl and he took me once before he died. He would always get a glint in his eyes and yell, 'It's Bristol baby!' and start packing."

"How old were you when he died?" He asked was we pulled into a small town called La Push. "Your family is having dinner with Billy Black and his family tonight, so you'll be here. Sue just got off work and Seth and Leah are at a friend's here." He laughed, "They all wanted to meet you in person at the same time, so I can and picked you up."

"I was eight, he went to help my grandmother on her farm right outside Nashville and the house caught on fire, this hat was the only thing that survived." I replied, pointing to it.

"The story of the hat is kinda cool. So what grade are you in?" I asked, looking at her.

"I'm a junior, I start at Fork High tomorrow sadly, then when I called Sue she said that we would go after school and pick things out for my room. They just moved apparently."

"There was only one bed and Charlie's granddaughter comes down a lot, then you and Seth they moved to a slightly bigger house. Seth said he was letting you get the biggest room."

"I'll have to tell him thank you for that." I replied, as Paul opened the door for me, letting me get out. The house was small and quaint, with flowers in the front porch and all around the front yard.

"I have to wait til Seth calls to bring you over to Billy's, until them I have to hide you here. This is Sam's and Emily's." He replied, leading me in. "Sam, can I talk to you?" He asked, leaving me alone with a bunch of people that I didn't know. The pain of him walking away made me want to fall to my knees, but I shook it off being nervous.

"Hi!" A woman replied, her face covered in scars as she smiled at me. "You must be Paige Swan." She replied, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm Emily Clearwater, you're new cousin."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." I replied, then glared as one of the guys in there snickered at my deep Southern accent that was in place, "Excuse me one second." I replied, turning around to the guy.

"I don't take lightly on ya'll laughing at my accent. I've been and dance in foreign countries since the time I was twelve and I've busted noses at them laughing because of my accent." I walked up to the one that was still laughing. "I don't know about the girls up here, but girls from the south can kick serious ass and trust me, with a gun I have perfect aim."

That caused Emily to bust out laughing as the guy shook his head. "I'm Brady." He replied, holding out his hand, grinning. "I'd love to take you on a fight one day."

"Maybe on a day when I don't need to look cute, but today I'd rather not." I replied, sitting on the couch. "I apologize for that Emily, I don't take light to people laughing about my accent."

"They shouldn't of been an ass." Emily replied, shaking her head as the phone rang. "Hello? Yeah, he just left, but she's here. I don't know, he needed to talk to Sam apparently. I'll bring her over in a minute." Emily replied, hanging up the phone. "That was Seth, they're ready for you at dinner."

Paul's Point of View

The moment Paige looked into my eyes during the car ride to La Push, I imprinted. Nothing mattered anymore in my life except making that girl happy. Her hair was a deep black with eyes the color of the ocean that you see in the photos. The perfect blue oceans that everyone loved, slightly tanned skin. She had a cowboy hat on top of her head, making my mind wonder what she would look like in just that hat.

My eyes grazed to her slightly small chest that was covered in a white sundress with a black shawl. Her legs were a mile long and then came the black cowgirl boots. Though, staring at her we almost ran off the road.

She rolled her eyes and put in her music, playing a country song. In my life, I hadn't listen to much country, but she had seemed to enjoy it as she kept telling me things about her life, I kept falling more in love with her if that was possible.

Though, when we got to Sam's, I had to talk to him. It hurt me to leave her alone at their house, especially because the imprint made it hurt to leave her. "What's up Paul?" Sam asked, looking at me.

"I imprinted on Paige." I replied as we shifted to go wolf. Jared and Quil were running patrol.

What's up? Quil asked, taking his mind momentarily off the fact that Claire was gone for the week, but would be back this weekend so he could take her to some kid's play. Don't tell me that Paul imprinted… Dude! What's she look like?

My mind showed her what she looked like in the car when she was telling me about the fact that the home of country music was actually Bristol, Virginia. She was perfect for me in every way and I was ready to spend forever with her. The only thing, I had to get her to fall for me.

"I still can't believe that she yelled at me over laughing a bit at her accent." Brady replied, as he was eating a muffin in the kitchen of Sam's and Emily's. Collin laughed at him, shaking his head. "As she claimed that she could whoop my ass fighting." He shook his head, "I've never known a girl to look that innocent claim that she could shoot a gun. Especially when she was wearing a dress."

"Where did Paige go?" I asked, seeing that she wasn't in the living room. "Did Seth call to get her already?" I asked, sighing.

"Yeah. Why do you care? Wait! You imprinted on her!" Collin yelled, clapping me on the back as Brady sighed, mumbling that he was worried that the threat of her shooting him would still be valid. "They left her suitcases so Charlie will be getting them soon and so you can give her your number. Or even ask Seth when he paroles tonight."

"I might just do that, I'll be on parole before she gets back here." I replied.