My mom and I rarely got along. After the car accident, she and I moved away from Washington. Without my father, there was no reason for us to stay there. It was obvious that my mom resented my dad for making her stay in Washington, so she seemed happy to get out as soon as we could. I was only five when we left, so I didn't remember much about La Push or Washington. All I knew was that it was where my father was buried.
After thirteen long years in Colorado, I graduated high school. I had decided I was going to travel back Washington to visit my fathers grave, even though my mom didn't approve at all. At that point I didn't care; she wasn't going to stop me. It was obvious that she didn't care about my father, so she wasn't going to come with me. It was something that I had to do on my own.
I never felt like my mother's daughter. I didn't even look like her. She was skinny, black, and had the darkest eyes I had ever seen. I was curvy, had mocha colored skin, and hazel eyes. Our personalities were different too. She always told me I was more like my father, and she was right. I was never going to be like her.
My mom wouldn't even help pay for me to go visit my father's grave, so I saved up all my money, threw a suitcase in the trunk of my 1999 BMW, and drove out of Colorado. I didn't even look back.
I hated Colorado. I never fit it with my classmates or neighbors. I was happy to leave, to see everything disappear behind me. I was tired of being somewhere I didn't belong.
It took me a day and a half to drive to Forks, and there I found a motel that I could stay in. Forks was right next to La Push; it only took five minutes to cross the border. I could've gone to see his grave that night, but I could barely keep my eyes open anymore. I fell onto the hard mattress and fell asleep.
I woke up at six in the morning to go visit the grave. It was foggy and cold outside, not unlike Colorado. It only took ten minutes to get to the graveyard. I stopped at the grocery store, bought some flowers, and then made my way. It took me a while to find his grave, but I eventually did. It was simple, a plaque in the ground with shiny letters on it.
James Allison
July 1st 1964-June 5th 1998
When I saw it I could feel the scar on my back burning. It was a miracle that I was alive; I should've died in the car crash with him. I didn't remember the car crash at all, but I remembered that I lost my father.
I dropped to my knees and began to pray. I was interrupted, though, by a loud crack of branches and a yelp. I stood up quickly, and looked around. I didn't see anything, so I started walking towards the noise. It took me a few minutes, but I found the noise: two large wolves in a clearing of the forest. There was a brown one and a grey one; the brown was bigger than the grey. The grey one was on its side, and there was blood seeping from its leg. I started walking closer, being careful not to startle the strange yet magnificent creatures. I had never seen wolves that big, even in Colorado. I knew it was dangerous to approach them, but at that point I didn't care.
As I started approaching, I cracked a branch under my foot. The brown wolf's head shot up and stared at me. It lowered its head and its ears went back. I started backing away, but the brown wolf kept coming closer. I fell backwards, scared for my life. The brown wolf lowered its head and sniffed me. I held out my hand for it to sniff. It rubbed his head against my hand. I smiled and began petting its muzzle. It started walking away, urging me to go with it. I followed it over to the grey wolf, who still was bleeding badly. I tore the jacket off of my shoulders and wrapped it around the wolf's leg. It halted the bleeding shortly, but it was obvious that the leg would need more care if it was going to heal.
There were very few things I could do. I pulled out the bottle of water and an old pencil box, and then poured the water into the pencil box for it to drink out of. I ran my hand over the grey wolf's face and then looked back down at the wound on his leg.
I arched my back, my scar starting to bother me again. I ran my hand over my shoulder, and my cut hurt more than before. I winced, but stopped touching it; I would check it out later.
The other wolf stood behind me. I looked over at it, and it crooked its head at me. Before a few seconds, it fell down. I looked over and, instead of a wolf, I saw a man. A tall, Native-American man sitting there, completely naked. I jumped up, and, when I turned around, the other wolf turned into a boy too.
"Holy shit!" I screamed. "What's this?"
The brown wolf stood up and walked over to me. I started backing away, but, of course, like the idiot I was, I hit a tree. There was nowhere I could go.
"Don't be scared," the brown wolf chuckled. "I'm not here to hurt you. Seth is hurt, and you have a car. Do you think you could drive us to the hospital?"
"In nothing?" I asked. "Who are you?"
"I'll explain in the car. Hold on."
He walked away, and I looked over at the other wolf named Seth. He was smaller than the other wolf, obviously younger. I dropped back down to his side and ran my hand through his hair.
"You'll be okay," I whispered.
The brown wolf came back, wearing clothes. He had another pair of shorts that he put on Seth. He picked him up slowly and tossed him over his shoulder.
"So can you?"
I nodded, a nurturing side coming over me. I had them follow me to my car, which was only three minutes away. The brown wolf put Seth in the back seat, making sure Seth's leg was elevated enough.
"Who are you?" I asked as I started the car and put it in reverse.
"My name is Jacob," he said, buckling himself. "I'm sorry if this is scary. I'm a werewolf, so is Seth. We were chasing a vampire and he got hurt."
"Werewolf?" I asked. "Vampires? Are you kidding me?"
He looked at me with a shocked look. "Are you not from here?"
"I'm from Colorado," I explained, finding the main road. "I was visiting my dad's grave."
"Who's your dad?" he asked, trying to make conversation.
I was a little nervous, but I answered. "James Allison."
"Hanna?" he asked, sounding a little shocked and surprised.
"Uh, yeah." I looked at him. "How do you know?"
"Your dad and my dad were best friends," he said. "We used to play together when you lived here."
I looked at him, studying his face. It took a couple seconds until I saw the little Jacob that I made mud pies with. I smiled. The memories were faint, probably because of the memory loss I suffered from the accident.
"Oh my God, hey," I laughed, but then I got a shot of pain in my shoulder. I hissed, and my hand flew to it.
Jacob's facial expression dropped as he saw my shoulder. I looked at him. My scar was still really bad, so it usually shocked people, but he continued to stare at it. I moved my hand further.
But he took my hand and tossed it off my shoulder. He touched it slowly, and his eyes widened.
"Turn right here," he whispered.
It was a driveway. I slowed the car down.
"Seth needs to go to the hospital," I stated.
"No he'll heal. He's a wolf. We need to go to this house now."
It scared me the way that he looked at me; I didn't understand what was going on. I turned into the driveway and parked the car next to an old, beat up Ford truck. Jacob got out, took Seth out of the car, and nodded at me.
"Come with me."
I nodded slowly, getting out of the car and following Jacob into the house.
When I walked in, I felt awkward. It was obvious I didn't belong.
"Sam!" Jacob called. "Sam we need you!"
The man named Sam came walking out of the kitchen. He stopped when he saw us. I thought he was surprised at Seth, but he pushed Jacob and Seth aside and grabbed me in a huge hug. I stopped for a second, but then I hugged him back. I had no clue who this man was, but he seemed so interested in me.
"Emily, Kim, do you think you could call the rest of the boys in here and leave us alone?" Sam asked the two girls.
The girl named Emily nodded and walked into the kitchen. The rest of the boys walked out, and one girl that I hadn't seen. There were seven of them. They all stared at me.
"What is this about?" I asked. "And what the fuck is going on with my scar? You guys are scaring me."
"Well, Hanna, I want to welcome you to the pack," Sam said. "This is Paul, Jared, Embry, Quil, Brady, Collin, and Leah. They're your pack members."
"Pack members?" I asked. "What do you mean?"
"You're part of the pack," Sam explained. "You're one of us."
"I'm not a werewolf. I don't mysteriously change into a fucking wolf. So how in the world am I part of the pack?"
"Well, Hanna, we've been searching for you forever." Sam looked over at his pack. "Can we all take a seat?" Everyone sat down, and, for some reason, I felt like I had to too. I sat down next to Jacob, who smiled at me.
"Well, Hanna, werewolf packs act almost exactly like real wolf packs, but there are a few differences. In wolf packs, there is always a wolf called an omega. That wolf is almost like a scapegoat for the pack. That wolf helps the pack control their anger. Also, the pack has a male and a female alpha. I'm the male alpha, so I can change into a wolf. You are the female alpha, but there was a mess-up with your genes. Since you are both the female alpha and the omega, you can't shift." Sam turned to the rest of the pack. "These are your wolves, Hanna. You are an alpha. We've been searching for you for so long, and we never thought to look at the last omega."
"My dad was the omega?" I asked. "He was a werewolf?"
Sam nodded. "Yes, he was. Where are you staying?"
"At a hotel in Forks." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Can I call my mom?"
"Yeah, but we need you to stay here, Hanna. You can move in with me and my fiancée."
"Okay, let me call my mom. I'm just so tired."
Sam nodded. "I understand. Jacob, will you take Hanna up to the spare room? I'll take care of Seth."
Jacob nodded, got up, and held out his hand. I took it so he could help me up and take me upstairs. The room was small, but it would do.
"Do you need someone to stay?" he asked.
"I don't get this," I whispered. "I don't get this at all."
"It's hard being a wolf," he explained. "Especially when you first find out, but it's okay. We're all super nice, well, except for Leah." He chuckled. "Leah's a little bitch."
I snorted and rolled my eyes.
"Well, I'm gonna call my mom."
He nodded. "Okay. Call one of us if you need anything."
I nodded as he walked away.
Before I pulled out my phone, I walked over to the mirror on the vanity to check out my scar. But my scar was gone, and there was a paw print surrounded by a crescent moon.
It was my mark.