Lycaon Dusk
Some Canon pairing and a few OC characters I do not own twilight or its characters except for Diana, Orion, and secondary characters later on in the story. So here are the pairings: Bella/Jacob, Bella/ Edward, Jacob/ Oc, Jasper/ Alice, Emmett/ Rosalie, Carlisle/ Esme, Sam/ Emily, Jared / Kim, Leah/OC. More pairings will come up later but for now enjoy
Summary: Diana Swan life changed after an Animal attack that left her scared while her dad die, now living in Forks she discovers heavy wounds lead to infections as the animal inside her slowly takes control of her sanity. Can the Pack and Cullen's help Bella's cousin accept what conversation, that waits or will Diana be a cursed loner.
Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight Saga or the original characters. Inspiration on werewolves belongs to their original owners, Authors, Movies and cultures/legends. If werewolves are mention I shall put a disclaimer on dedication to whom and what they came from.
"When we are children, we believe the world is full of magic. We believe in myths and legends, and that destiny waits. That is the world I remember, and the world I wish I'd never known…
-Blood and Chocolate (Movie)
Prologue
The heavens shower in pity; as the rain pours hard among the naval academy cemetery, on strawberry hill in Annapolis, Maryland. Rain drops rejecting off the tent against the silent sounds weeps. For I didn't have the mood for rain; the chilly mist brushed against exposed skin. The wind moaned against the tree; caressing the graves stones of midshipmen or anyone who had relation to the academy. All I did was watched as the Color guard folded the fallen sailor's flag.
"We therefore commit his body to the ground . . ." Said the Academy pastor.
Who voice ran out the funeral prayer, as an oaked carved coffin stood still while many roses lay upon its lid. The two color guards, finished folding the flag, as one of the cadets handed me the flag giving a stick gesture of his code though, his eyes held sympathy. I accepted the flag, then he went into salute, I nodding for at-ease, he did so and joined his company. I cared the nylon fabric, watching the coffin being hoisted down. My blonde hair blew around, my tear stained face, as my heart dropped for each second the sailor fell.
The sailor who died was my father, Captain Stan Swan. My only parent that I had left, dead joining his fellow brethren in heaven. It just had been him and I, for almost seven years. My mother Luna died when I was ten in a car accident. Just dad and me ever since then. But month ago on our annual ski trips . . . there was an animal attack. I survived with severe injuries having to get surgery but Dad . . . Dad didn't make it. It happens so fast, that I couldn't witness the animal. Only it was fast, big, and had a canine appearance. The Rangers and police states the incident was either a bear or mountain lion attack. However the morgue disagreed, for the bite marks were canine.
All in All, I was Alone.
"Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life." That the Pastor finished; closing his bible as he tossed a hand full of dirt onto cold wood. I gazed down into the abyss where the corps of my father, rested in peace. T.A.P.S (A/N not the ghost hunters.) played and the color guard riffles fired.
The Ceremony ended, as the several of black garments and uniforms people slowly began to make their leave. Some gave their condolences that made things worst. For tears continued to fall. I stood a little while longer; watching the graveyard keepers finished burry my father's coffin. Once done and alone, I collapse onto the wet grass, not caring if I ruin my dress or black tights with mud. Only reading the headstone in front of me that read…
Captain Stanly Roger Swan
A beloved father, husband, friend and sailor
1961-2009
In that moment, amongst the graves stones of midshipmen I remember the days, when dad took me to see a Navy football game including the Army vs. Navy football game. How we would cheer for Navy to win, how his brown eyes would sparkle for each touch down, us screaming 'GO! GO! GO!' But not anymore!
Giving a sigh, I touched the grave stone with a sad smiled "You take care of mom now, you hear. Don't go talking off any soldiers ears or scaring the sailors. Just be lucky I didn't burry you face down."
Rising on my feet with a final glance on the newly turned soil, I placed a tulip on the ground, mom's favorite flower.
"I love you Dad, send mom my love . . . oh and, Go Navy beat Army." Was the last thing I said, before I began to walking through the cemetery, singing the Navy blue and gold! Passing out the cast iron gates and towards a black Volvo where child serves, waited. Due to the condition of me, being a minor.
I would miss Annapolis, I'll miss its warmth, and I would miss the Naval Academy school spirits and my Dad. Always my Dad, but now that he's passed away. . . So I'm gonna spend some time with my Uncle and Cousin. And this will be a good thing . . . I think.