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Chapter 1

Anakin stood stiffly as her grandmother's coffin was lowered into the ground. She tried not to pay heed to all the eyes on her. She knew they were all curious about the girl who had come into their town only to bury her dead grandmother. She knew that's what her Nana had wanted, to be buried in the land where she was born. She was a Quileute who had married a man of Klallam tribe. Her grandfather had died even before she was born so Anakin only had pictures of him but her grandmother was the only blood relative she knew of.

Her parents had given her up for adoption. They had had a daughter before her and Anakin had followed her birth a year later. But they claimed to be unable to look after two kids so they chose to give her up. Her grandmother had refused to give her to an unknown family and had taken her in her loving care and had moved out of La Push to bring her up in Sequim.

Anakin had never felt neglected or uncared for. Her nana was the best. She had never even enquired about her parents. She did not want to know about people who had deserted her. Her Nana had wanted to inform her about them on several occasions especially as she was growing older but Anakin had refused. She wanted nothing to do with people who did not want her. Her nana had always been enough.

She could still recall each and every detail of that fateful day vividly, when she had lost her.

(flashback)

"Nana, I'm home!" Anakin announced her arrival while putting the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.

"Nana! Where are you?" Anakin sang while moving through the house to look for her.

"Maybe she's asleep." She thought to herself but just to be sure she decided to check in on her.

Anakin went to her room downstairs and quietly opened the door. She was confused because she couldn't immediately see her so she walked towards the bathroom.

She opened the door but in no way was she prepared to see the sight that beheld her.

Her nana was lying in the bathtub but not in a bubble bath but her own blood. Anakin could not move. She was shell shocked. But she did not have the time to react. Her cell phone rang and she had an idea about who it was.

Her blood boiled even as tears sprung to her eyes. He had taken it too far. She knew he could try to hurt them but this was not something she had anticipated and she berated herself for it.

She could have saved her nana. She could have been alive right now and they could have been joking around and watching television while having their evening tea. But he had changed her life forever by taking away her only blood relative.

"Hello!" Anakin tried to control her breathing but her body shook with rage.

"Still controlling yourself, Anakin. You need to let yourself go and more importantly give up on that case you are handling now. Once you do, I will try to go easy on you."

"You bastard! Wait until I get my hands on you!"

"Anakin, you have to give it up before you cause yourself more damage." The phone line clicked and she knew he had hung up, once again leaving her with absolutely no clues but a lot of rage.

(end flashback)

Anakin's body trembled as she recalled the case she had been handling .The pain and damage it had caused her and ultimately led to the death of her grandmother.

"Anakin, would you like to say a few words?"

She shook her head and watched as some of the people who had known her grandmother talked about her. She felt her throat close up when she couldn't see her coffin anymore. Her nana was gone forever. But she would not let the man responsible get away.

Gradually the people began to leave. They had come up to her to offer their condolence but Anakin stayed statue still. It was only when the tribe's chief and his son walked up to her that she spoke.

"Thank you for all your help. I know Nana wanted to be buried here and without your help it wouldn't be possible."

"It was nothing. I had the pleasure of knowing her for a while. She was a wonderful and strong woman. And I'm sure so are you. Stay strong. And you are welcome to stay at the cottage your grandma left for you. I must warn you though. It's closer to the forest than the city." Chief Black said.

"I don't mind. I've already applied for a transfer to Forks. I should get it so I would need a place to stay and it's perfect. Thank you."

"If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask." The Chief's son, Jacob said.

Anakin nodded. She was grateful but she still wasn't up for talking much.

"Could you give me directions to the cottage, please?"

"Actually, one of the guys can drive you there. It's better that way." Jacob said looking worried.

She wondered why he looked so concerned but she thought it was because they didn't want anything to happen to her on their watch.

Anakin nodded and watched as Jacob left with his father but stopped to ask one of the guys who had come with them to the funeral, to accompany her. The guy seemed reluctant and seemed to be arguing but then gritted his teeth and came to her.

"Let's go"

"You don't have to, if you don't want to. Just give me the directions and I can go." Anakin said.

"No, it's ok. Come on."

She followed the guy but was lost in her own thoughts.

Paul got in the car with the weird girl. I mean sure, she lost her grandmother but something about her was off but appealed to him? He was confused. The girl had worn sunglasses all through the ceremony, refusing to take them off, refusing to say a few words for the grandmother she loved so much. It was as if she was lost in her own world.

But as Paul sat with her in the confined space of the car, her scent reached his nostrils and he involuntarily inhaled deeply. It was the most amazing smell he had ever inhaled. It turned him on. Of course, she was an attractive woman. She had a killer figure and it was accentuated by the dress she was wearing. Paul could make out the muscles on her frame. She was of decent height. At least five six, he estimated. She was incredibly fit and toned and he knew she worked hard for it.

They were all curious about her though. One day they had all heard about this old woman of their tribe who had been murdered brutally in her own home. Then Billy had got a call from this girl who claimed to be the woman's granddaughter and wanted to have her funeral on tribal lands. He had allowed of course. Paul had also learnt that she was a cop and would be transferring to Forks.

Well good, he thought. They sure as hell needed more active and young cops around there. But something tugged in his head. There were killings going on in whole of Washington. Everyone suspected they were serial killings because of their similar nature but the wolves knew better. They were vampire attacks. Had her grandma been a victim, he wondered. But then he recalled something about her being bathed in her own blood. That seemed unlikely in the case of vampire killings. Usually they drained the bodies of blood.

An officer had recently been attacked in Forks too. He had been the unfortunate guy who had ventured too far in to the forest without backup to check out suspicious activity. He had been attacked violently before the wolves reached him but by then the vamp had already killed him but they had managed get the vamp. They had once again resorted to the 'animal attack' excuse to make it seem like an accident.

"Is that the house?"

Paul was brought out of his thoughts as the girl spoke.

"Yes"

Paul stopped in front of the cottage and wondered how long it would be before she ran out of there. It had the perfect haunted look.

"Thank you", she said to the guy. "I'm Anakin, by the way." She said putting her hand out for him to shake.

"Paul" he said easily as he took her hand but he was in for a shock when he felt the same electricity he had seen in his head all those times when the wolves thought about what it was like to touch their imprints. No, it couldn't be, he thought but just to be sure he took off her shades.

His world turned upside down the minute he did. Everything he knew was lost, all the bonds with his friends, family, pack took a backseat, the strongest bond was formed with the girl right in front of him. He took in her features more appreciatively now. Her hair, thick and brown and shoulder length, her skin the same color as his, her lips plump and pink and his and her eyes...her eye...her left eye, it was black?!

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