*My first submission on here! I know the first chapter is boring and I apologize.*

*I promise! It gets much better though!!*

*Cullens/Quileutes = Not mine*

Chapter 1

I sighed as the small dirt road came to an end. It was out in the middle of South Dakota, in the middle of some field that I was sure no one tended anymore. Rabbits, weasels, and other small creatures had overrun it. They were precarious creatures, and I was intrigued by a particular group of young rabbits, not more than three months old. They were prancing around, just to the south of the West/East road. I was going west, into the sunset. In another few moments I could be running, with the strength of a wolf.

And not just any wolf. The wolf of the Guardian. Werewolves were nearly extinct. Spirit wolves, the wolves of the Quileute ancestors, dominated the northwestern coasts of the La Push Indian Reservation in Washington. Guardian Wolves were another story. In a sense, they were tied to both spirit wolves and werewolves, but, in another sense, a Guardian wolf was an anomaly in the world of weird. He was selected to bring piece among wolf and vampire. He was stronger than any werewolf or spirit wolf, and assumed all roles of the Alpha whenever he was near a tribe. The Quileute wolves knew of the Guardian, but had never seen one. The Guardian was just a legend to them.

But in actuality, Guardian was very, very real. He was stronger, faster, and far more powerful than anything known to the vampires or spirit wolves. He could access all the wolves' minds, in wolf form or human form, and he could block his thoughts to the other wolves. Yes, this meant I could hear the Quileute wolves from here. He also amplified a vampire's abilities. Some vampires have unique talents…although I guess you already knew that, or you wouldn't be reading this.

And another thing. I'm not quite sure why I'm using all the 'He' pronouns. My name is Grace Fuller. Of course, the Guardian is meant to be male, by all means. But my…mentor, my creator, was more insightful than other wolves. My mentor, Leon Pryce, had traveled the world looking for someone who would make a suitable Guardian. Apparently none of the hopefuls surpassed Leon's standards, so he began looking. He came across the sleepy little town of Haig, Alabama. I had lived there all my 17 years, and wasn't really planning on leaving. Until I met Leon.

His short, spiked blonde hair and his over-muscular appearance set off a warning siren in my brain. I met him at a school baseball game. He was tall and filled out his shirt and pants to the point I thought he was going to flex a muscle and rip it off. He had deep, blue eyes, the color of sapphire. I was never one for blonde and blue guys. Black hair was my thing, but something made me walk up to him and say hi.

His voice was pure, like a cross between a tenor and a bass. He introduced himself. He had a cousin on the team and was from Maine. His parents were sitting not far from him. I later discovered that his 'parents' were his two closest friends, Michael and Jennifer. But, he said he was enrolling in my school after spring break and asked if I could show him around. Of course, I said yes. I went back to sit with my two best friends, Katie and Laura. They gushed wildly over the fact he was still glancing my way. I was the tomboy of the group, who didn't really care about guys. So naturally when one single hot guy seems interested, they blew a fuse.

Into the summer, we became inseparable friends, and he invited me up to Maine with his family. My parents took some convincing. I had supposedly died in a plane wreck, along with Leon and his parents. By then…he had told me everything I just told you. He regretted taking me this way, but assured me it was best if I left my loved ones out of this.

Years passed and I became the glorious Guardian. Leon had been Guardian for over one hundred years, and his two friends were his two pack mates. I didn't age at all, and Leon revealed to me that once I was a full fledged Guardian, I wouldn't age until it was time to choose a new one. It was one of those things that involved instinct.

I just acquired my ability to morph last year, when Leon lost his. And, with the passing of that Guardian, I became the new one, and my new family died. Everyone…Jenny, Michael, even Leon…I was now alone in the world, but they had given me hope. They had left me a list of things to do as the new Guardian. And my first was to make my presence known to the Quileute.

Which meant automatic association with the Cullen Coven. Bleh.

I had never met a vampire, never smelled one. Not that I hoped to. But, I was supposed to be diplomatic and courteous. I had no one, and Leon's instructions were clear:

Ally with the Quileute and the Cullens, stay with either, protect them both.

I rolled my eyes at this memory as the sun finally sank below the horizon, giving me plenty of freedom. I morphed.

It was magical, different than the spirit wolves. I, for one, kept my clothes. I smiled to myself at that lovely thought they would envy me for. I was larger than any Quileute wolf. I was blonde. Long blonde fur covered my powerful legs, my chest. I even had bangs in my wolf form, that mimicked my human hair. The morph changed my eyes to the same blue that Leon's were. However, my hair was still dark brown. He had said that the change in my hair would come gradually, as would my eyes. I was slightly hurt for the loss of my eyes. The green that they were was special. Green gold, reflecting the color of whatever shirt I decided to wear. They also had vivid blue and dark brown.

I chuckled to myself. My eyes were nothing. I began sprinting toward Forks, Washington. The Quileute wolf's thoughts clouded my head, but I was happy. Tonight was the last leg of my journey.