Chapter One.

Quinn Antolak, a free-spirited girl of eighteen, sat on the edge of a cliff in the middle of nowhere with her legs dangling dangerously off the edge. She had an overview of Forks, Washington and looking up to the sky, she let out a yawn that ended in a sigh.

Quinn had been running pretty much her entire life. She was tired of it, but she had gotten used to it over the years. Her entire village had been brutally slaughtered when she was young still, barely seven, and only she and another girl had gotten away. They had travelled together, knowing the ones who had done the killing were pursuing them, but being only seven, their enemies didn't take long to catch up to them.

During one rather cold and rainy night, the two girls had taken refuge under a large tree, shivering and huddling together. They had heard all sorts of noises that made them jump all of the time, but eventually the rain calmed down and the girls had started drifting off into a light sleep. That was their first and last mistake.

Their enemies had fallen on them and they had struck without mercy. Quinn, being quicker than her newly found friend, had reacted first and had somehow managed to slip away. She could hear the screams of the only other survivor of her village echoing off the trees as she was dragged away with the pursuers. With tears streaking down her cheeks, Quinn had remained still as a statue in her hiding place, not moving for almost 12 hours. When fear finally let go of her frozen limbs, she shot out of her hiding place and started running without stopping.

But that was 11 years ago.

Quinn had the feeling someone was watching her so she stopped humming to herself and stopped swinging her legs back and forth. Between that tragic day and now, Quinn had learned something of herself. Something of her village. They had been descendants of werewolves, and Quinn had been part of one of the rare families having that blood in them.

When she had turned sixteen, she had run into a man in Olympia. He was a strange man, very pale, and her nose had suddenly filled with a foul smell. Quinn had been noticing changes in her hearing, night vision and sense of smell, but she had never really paid much attention to it. But this man, his odour, made her want to wretch. He had also wrinkled his nose when she had bumped into him, before lashing out at her. Scared, she had tried to run, but he had dragged her out of the city and tried to kill her, all while talking about her village.

That had made her very angry, she had heated up and that's what resulted in the end of that strange man. A growling, over-grown red-brown wolf had taken her place, and she had crushed his head between her newly found jaws.

But after that day, it had never happened again.

Paying attention to everything around her using her heightened senses, Quinn casually reached back to tie up her long brown hair, shifting her green eyes back to stare once again at Forks. A tingling went up and down her spine, and when she heard a branch crack under the weight of something's foot, she shot up and turned, a growl rising in her throat.

There was no one there.

Without relaxing, she took a deep breath and took one step back, her heels now right on the edge of that cliff. Her sharp eyes took in everything around her, and suddenly, she relaxed. A cougar came out behind a tree, barely taking a look at her as it padded on to disappear behind another tree.

"Good kitty." Quinn mumbled before turning back around and sitting back down with a loud sigh.

"Do I really look like a cat ?" Quinn shot back up again and nearly fell backwards off the cliff, but someone grabbed her arm and tugged just enough to pull her out of harms way, quickly letting her go as she tensed and lashed out at the stranger.

In front of her stood a grinning boy, who seemed to be about her age. He had dark features and a rather muscular build. His hair was cut short and he had no shirt on, only a pair of cut-off style jeans. Quinn's eyes then strayed to his right shoulder where she saw a tattoo.

"Can I help you ?" She asked, moving her eyes from his tattoo back to his face. His grin only got wider.

"You're the one who seems lost, rather." He smugly pointed out. Quinn resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Seeing her lack of response, he held out a hand. "I'm Jacob."

"Quinn." She mumbled, briefly shaking his hand before inching around him and stalking into the trees. He followed her.

"You're new around here." He hadn't asked a question. Quinn turned around to glare at him.

"What's it to you ?" She growled. She hated being followed.

"Your smell."

"What of it ?"

"Just smell the air. You haven't yet, since I've been around, have you ?" Quinn stared at him, puzzled, before taking in a deep breath. The smell that filled her nose made her eyes widen and she took a step back. Jacob put out his arms with a wide grin on his face. "See ?"

"You're like me ?"

"You bet." Silence. He cleared his throat. "Come." He then turned and started running and without giving it a second thought, Quinn followed.