Misplaced Wolf

Summary

After her father is tragically shot, Tia finally finds a place to belong, when she is sent to live with her last remaining family in Forks, Washington. A story of friendship and future romance.

OC-Warrick/Nick WARNING: Mentions of abuse and foul language

Misplaced Wolf

Chapter 1

TIAPOV

My name is Tia Brown; I am 12 years old. I have black hair with blond highlights, green eyes and I'm 5'2. My face is covered with scars that I'm good at hiding. My life wasn't what you would call normal.

I used to be like any other young girl, but that all changed when I lost my father. One day when my father was off of work, he decided to have a father-daughter day together. We ended up going to an animal shelter, and he allowed me to pick a puppy that we could take home. I chose a Pit-bull Husky mix, seven weeks old; she looked like a pure white baby wolf. I decide to name her Snowflake. That had been the highlight of my day, bringing home my new puppy. It had gone completely downhill from there.

It was the end of the day as my father and I walked back to his car, holding my puppy in my arms. She was sporting a new collar which suited her well, sleeping peacefully in her little cage waiting to get home and explore. Nearly reaching the car, a man my father knew appeared before us.

"Hello Warrick" the man said calmly to my father, a faint smile on his face.

"McKeen." My father nodded his head.

McKeen's eye turned to me to me and his smile widened. "Hello Tia. Who's your friend?" he asked, referring to Snowflake. "Did your daddy buy you a new puppy?" I nodded slowly as he knelt down until he was eye level with me. "You lucky girl!" He was gleaming as he spoke to me, but I could sense that there was something wrong. The look in his eye was harsh, and it was starting to scare me as he continued to stare.

"What do you need, McKeen?" My father asked, drawing his attention away from me. Mckeen stood back up and pulled a gun from his pocket. "What are you doing?" My father shouted with surprise as the man pointed the gun at him. Horror flashed across my father's face as he tried to pull me behind him without McKeen's notice.

"Don't act innocent, Warrick!" Mckeen snarled through his clenched teeth as he waved his gun.

"C'mon Jeffery… you don't have to do this." It amazed me how calm and collected my father managed to stay. His hands were raised in a defensive, but harmless position, showing McKeen that he was no threat to him. McKeen snorted in disbelief at my father's words as his hands shook.

"Daddy" I called, my voice barely above a whisper as tears filled my eyes. I was terrified of what was about to happen. Tightening my hold on my puppy's cage, I wanted to close my eyes but I couldn't.

"It's okay, Tia." My father turned to look at me slightly. The moment the words left his lips, a bang sounded and pain flooded my shoulder. A sharp cry left my lips, and I fell to the ground. I barely heard my father's shout as the pain clouded my brain. The cage slipped from my hands and the puppy yelped in fear as it hit the ground. I held my shoulder in pain as I tried to make out what my father was saying to McKeen, but all I could hear was McKeen's shouts.

"I have to! I have to! I have no choice! She was in my way! Now there is only you!" There was another shot, and my father cried in pain. I forced myself up to see my father now lying on the ground, unmoving. Crying out, McKeen glared at me and growled "He wouldn't let it go!" Staring at my father, sobs racked my body. I love you daddy! You were my best friend!

In that moment, I didn't think. I just reacted. I threw my clothes off and phased. Before McKeen could react, I ran towards him. I slashed at him like the wild animal I had become, leaving long cuts across his body as he attempted to defend himself. His attempts were useless. Before I could grab the gun from him, he shot off another round, hitting me in the same shoulder. I fell in pain as he and ran away. Phasing back into myself, I dragged myself back to where my clothes laid and over to my father. Seeing him lying there in a puddle of blood hurt more than anything else. My nails began to dig into my palms.

I tried to help my father, but there was nothing that I could do; he had lost too much blood. No one was around, the street was deserted and I had no way to call for help.

"Daddy! No please don't go!" I cried "I need you! Please Daddy!" I laid my head on his chest and just cried. I had no more tears left and began to feel tired. I slouched against my father's chest when I heard someone cry out.

"Warrick! Tia!" I recognized the voice, but I couldn't put a name to it. The last thing I heard was the same person yelling "Where are the paramedics?" before everything faded out.

SAM POV

I sat on the couch flipping channels when the phone rang loudly. I groaned and jumped up off the couch to answer it. "Hello?" I muttered into the phone.

"Hello, I'm looking for a Samuel Uley?" The man on the phone asked.

"Speaking…" I replied cautiously. I didn't really enjoy talking to people I didn't know over the phone. This man definitely didn't know me, as he called me Samuel instead of Sam.

"My name is Captain Jim Brass" the man said. "I am a homicide detective for the Las Vegas Police department, and I'm sorry to say it but I have some bad news." He cleared his throat "I'm sorry to inform you, but you brother, Warrick Brown, has been killed."

"What?" I breathed.

"Your brother was shot. It appears as if someone tried to rob him, and to protect his daughter he gave his life."

So many questions ran through my head. "Is Tia alright?"

The detective sighed heavily. "She was shot in the shoulder. She is in the hospital but the doctors say she will be fine. It was just a flesh wound. Under these unfortunate circumstances, Tia is to be put under your care; your brother named you her guardian. Are you able to come down to Las Vegas?" His voice sounded weary and tired.

"Yes, of course I will… I just need to talk to my fiancé about all of this; can I give you a call back to let you know when I will be arriving?"

"Of course, my number is 702-555-0190. I will see you soon Mr. Uley, and again, I am so sorry for your loss." Hanging up the phone, I saw Emily walk into the house, Paul, Jared and Embry following her. I sat down on a stool and let my head drop into my hands. Emily walked over to me, concern etched over her features.

"Who was on the phone?" she asked.

"Captain Jim Brass, of the Las Vegas Police Department. Warren's dead… he was killed in a shooting, and I am now the guardian of my twelve-year-old niece, Tia. I-I need to go ASAP." My voice cracked as I spoke.

Looking horrified, she wrapped her arms around me. "I'm so sorry, honey! Oh, that poor girl… She must be traumatized. Tell me when, and we'll go."

Looking at her, I smiled softly. "Thank you. I want to leave on the next flight out." She nodded and stepped away to make phone calls.

Looking at the boys I knew they had shown up wanting food; Emily had most likely promised to make them something. They were now the only family I had left, and I knew that they would treat Tia as their own too. Embry looked at me sympathetically; his hands were unconsciously rubbing at the back of his head, uncomfortable with the seriousness of the situation.

"I'm sorry about your brother" he said softly.

I cleared my throat. Still holding back to tears, I managed to nod my head and say a thank you.

Paul had his arms folded across his chest, his normally pissed off expression was somewhat less irritated. Him being his usual self, he asked "How'd he die?"

Emily reappeared, yelling "Paul!" An angry expression covered her face, telling him that he was insensitive. She began to rub my back and I sighed.

"He was shot." I choked out, and Paul's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.

"Sorry." He said it with shock in his voice. It was as if he expected it to be an attack by one of those disgusting bloodsuckers, but there was also sadness there. I appreciated the sincerity in his voice.

I nodded at him and looked down. "I can't imagine what it's like for the poor girl; she just lost her father. The sooner we get her here and give her a safe home, the better." I just hope everything goes better than the last time she was here. I hope she had forgiven me for it. The last time she was here, things didn't go so well… I had phased by mistake, and she was close to receiving a scar just like the one on my Emily.