A/N:

Disclaimer: I am not Steph Meyer! ok, now that we got that out of the way...

OK…this is my very first fanfic ever. I've been reading them for about a year now and I've read my fair share of Embry and Leah fics. I like a lot of them and I just like this pairing in general. I really think they would be perfect for each other. However, I haven't found an ideal Leah and Embry fanfic that stays true to all the books and the folklore we know from Twilight. I also dislike it when writers add too much to the story or get to the lemons too fast. So I'm writing this with everything I like and don't like in fanfics in mind.

When I read, I have a clear picture in my head, and I'd like yours to match mine so the details I give and do not give make sense to you. I hate…ok, I have a STRONG dislike for the actor they picked to play Embry in New Moon. He is scrawny and not as buff and he doesn't have that cute smile I'm looking for. So, if you would indulge me a little, picture Steven Strait from Covenant and Undiscovered. He's perfectly built and he's kind of shy and he's got that smile that makes me weak in the knees, lol.

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And then for my Leah I pick Q'orianka Kilcher from The New World. As I was thinking who would make the best Leah…. I kept thinking "I need a girl who looks like Pocahontas but could kick your ass" and I found her, lol.

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It was important to me that she looked really native because of her heritage and how that played a role into her becoming a wolf. That was not the case with Embry because he has a bit of a mixed background but if it helps you can picture Steven Strait with a dark tan, lol.

Ok, I know that was a really long A/N, sorry.

Without further ado, here it is:

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You know when people tell you "it feels like yesterday when…" or "my, has time flown by"? Ok, that last example was pretty lame and most likely what my grandmother would say, but you get the point. Maybe you still don't but what I was trying to get at it is that life changes in the blink of an eye. About four years ago, I was a normal sophomore in high school.

You know what's funny, I loved school. When I talked to all my friends I would go on and on about how boring a certain class was or how I hated a certain teacher. Guess what? That was all a lie. I just wanted to sound less like a total geek. Now that I think about it, it didn't really matter what I said. I had always been sort of soft spoken and a bit shy around people. I was that kid in the group you wouldn't hear talk but then I would suddenly make an off color comment. Everyone would stay still for a beat then burst out laugh. I call it timing.

My best friends and I had been that way since elementary school. Also, we lived on a small reservation so everyone was very close. So, regardless of whether I tried to sound cool or not, Jacob and Quil knew who I really was. That was until the day I first phased into an overgrown dog.

I remember that night as clear as day. It was in the summer, around Father's Day.

Now I know what you're thinking: "poor little bastard must have a tough time during father's day." Truthfully, that was never the case. On father's day, my mother and I would go to the Makah reservation and visit her father. I never questioned it or thought it was weird. My grandpa filled the gap of the father I never knew so much that I barely recognized that there was a void there to begin with.

But, my grandfather passed away around Christmas time the year prior. We were all heavily affected by the loss of him. However, by the time June of the next year rolled around, I had made peace with it and I had no idea him being gone would come back to haunt me as bad as it did.

Jacob, Quil, and I were all hanging out in Jake's little makeshift garage. Jake, being the flighty and forgetful teen boy he could be, all of a sudden said, "Shit! Father's day is next week! What the hell should I get him?" Me and Quil traded looks and then turned to Jake with equal expressions of 'you are so fucking random.' Although, let's just say I was very thankful that Jacob finally stopped bitching and moaning about Bella for a whole 5 minutes that summer.

So we started spouting off random crap like new fishing equipment and I even suggested he make a sign that said 'Hell on Wheels' for Billy to hang on the back of his chair. I thought I was fucking hilarious, however it was not a shared thought.

The boys started telling cute stories about Father's days past when they made silly crafts that said 'world's greatest dad' on them with copious amounts of cut-outs, glitter, and glue. As per usual, I just sat there and listened. I poked fun where I could but just smiled and nodded most of the time. I had taken part of this tradition with my grandfather several times in my childhood, as had Quil. We were technically on the same boat but he had some early years with his father before he died and Quil Senior was still alive. For the first time, I felt out of the loop a bit. I didn't want to talk about my grandfather because that still stung and talking about my real father….well that always stung.

What's worse is that Quil and Jake didn't find anything wrong with my silence, not just because I was naturally that way but also I had not been feeling too well lately. So the conversation slowly made its way to the history of their father's. They talked about their tribe and ancestors down to their fathers, what they did, where they came from, how they met their wives, and how that affected their future in some way.

That whole week I had been sporting a slight fever, but I could really feel the heat engulfing my form as I listened and came to realize something: I didn't fit in anywhere. My father could be anywhere, could be anyone, and was most likely not a Quileute. My mother was Makah, but she had severed all ties since Grandfather died and Grandmother pulled back in depression. Either way, I didn't really belong there since mom had run away when she became pregnant with me.

By the time all of this had run through my head, Jake was tinkering with his Rabbit again and Quil was failing to help him. My breathing got heavy and my heart rate kicked it up a notch. I kind of felt like I was going to barf. I told the boys it was time to bounce and without giving them time for the proper 'bro hugs,' I speed walked towards my house, through the forest.

We all have shared transformation stories. Most of them involve the young man in question getting angry and bursting into fur. It's described as the ultimate expression of repressed anger and hatred personified. My first phase was a little different. It was as if my body my answering my ultimate question: 'where the fuck do I belong?'

Heat was coursing red hot throughout my entire body, every vein, muscle, and bone was being pumped with lava. It almost crippled me. I stumbled and braced my forearm against a mossy tree that the forest was abundant in. I was taking in slow and deliberate breaths but my heart kept speeding up that I thought that it would hop right out of my chest. All of this was clouding my mind but I was able to keep my previous train of thought. My symptoms hit an agonizing crescendo, I could feel every bone and muscle in my body change, then I was a wolf.

As I stood there, on four legs for the first time, I surprisingly didn't think I was totally insane.

I was a book worm, so I had delved pretty deep into Makah and Quileute folk lore by the time I found myself in wolf form. I pieced it all together fairly quickly, especially once I noticed that I wasn't alone.

I recognized the voices of three older boys from the rez, Sam, Jared, and Paul. I could feel and hear excitement, anxiousness, worry, and confusion from all of them. They were all thinking over each other until I found out Sam was the Alpha as he commanded, "Silence! Embry, stay where you are, we'll be over there in a minute."

I was basically glued to the ground so I decided to take stalk of what I was. I looked down at my paws… wow, paws. I flexed them out and checked out my claws, cool. I turned my head and found my bushy, white tail: Wait…I'm white. God dammit! I feel like the abominable snow man!

I heard Paul snicker: hahaha, I shall call you snow white!

Blow it out your ass Paul, I paused, I forgot they could hear my thoughts now. I was very shy but I had a very independent and outspoken brain that was rarely verbally expressed. I could tell the others thought this too.

Wow, didn't know had it in you Call! I guess I don't mind having you around! Thought Paul with an heir of being impressed laced within his words.

Jared made his way to me first as he shook his head in amusement: great, you're on Paul's good side, that brings it down to a….what? he lifts his head and perks his ears up in the direction that Paul is entering from: a 50% chance that you'll try kick his ass for no good reason at some point this week?

Paul is finally visible in front of me in the form of a large dark brown wolf that certainly dwarfs me. He retorts: oh, come now Jared, don't scare the little puppy. I don't bite…hard.

Before I can realize that my mind has run its course again, I say: wow, you must be a lot more fucking stupid than I thought to think that your quip was intimidating….let alone original. One too many hits to the head, it seems…

This time, Paul didn't seem too charmed by my outspoken inner monologue. The fur on his neck raised and he stalked towards me with a snarl on his face. I immediately backed myself into a tree. He knew he had me cornered as he said: we see how fucking smart you are once I get my paws on you.

He was just about to lunge at what I can only assume to be my jugular as Sam finally stepped in: knock it off Paul, Sam said in the timbre of the alpha male, he's new to this and yet he's completely right about the numerous hits to the head, he snickered lightly at the end. Paul backed away from me with a scowl on him like that of a child who had just been reprimanded by his mother.

Once Paul had turned his back on me he thought: don't you get so comfortable, you can't hide behind 'daddy' all the time...he took a pause in stride to look at me sideways with mal intent: oh wait, you're the bastard that doesn't have a father… he turned to look at Sam: you might have a real brother after all, Sam…

He barely got to finish Sam's name because right when he began talking towards him, I had already taken a running start towards his sorry ass. I had him on the ground within seconds. My jaw was wrapped around his neck first and as I brought him down on his side my front then my back paws landed on the soft earth. I growled with his bloodied brown coat between my teeth.

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This intro got split into two chapters so I'm sorry to keep you hanging. I don't know if there will be any interest in this story so I'll wait to publish the next chapter until I get some reviews. If I don't then I'll just update next week. Hope you liked it!

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