The connection was instantaneous from the moment their eyes met. For him, it had been a normal patrol up until then, the ever present anger simmering just beneath the surface, his grey fur quivering with the need to run. For her, rage controlled every movement of her tan covered body. She had just been left in the middle of the woods and the need to become stronger, less fragile, prompted her to run through the woods. They both came to a standstill in a beautiful clearing, the irresistible pull bringing them together. It was a beautiful dance of harmony; the way both their bodies came together created a symphony that made the angels sing.

All too soon, they came down from their high, both cuddled up to each other, neither understanding their situation. Why did his world revolve around a wolf? Why did she become one? The world cried as each ran from the other; too long it would be before they would meet again.

The months after Edward left were a time of change for Isabella Swan. She realized that she had lost herself in that relationship and so sought to find her direction again. The day that he left her was a vague memory. She remembered becoming a wolf and meeting another the size of a bear. Since that time, the grey wolf haunted her dreams, sometimes taking on the shape of a human, sometimes disappearing into the tree line.

At school, everyone noticed the changes she was going through; she was finally getting a growth spurt. No longer the 5'2" she had been when she left Phoenix, she was now hitting 5'10" and counting. With the height came also the weight gain. Her stomach became rounder with each passing month, growing in size to accommodate a surprise bundle whose existence she firmly denied. Instead, she hid the changes through bulky hoodies and oversized jeans. Let her classmates say what they will.

Then eight months after her wolfy encounter, she met Laurent in the woods. She had left the house for a walk to get away from Charlie's suspicious gaze and after an hour's wandering, found the clearing in which she had met the grey wolf.

"Be careful, Bella," he told me "Victoria is after you, a mate for a mate, she said."

"I am no longer with Edward!" She protested. "He left me of his own volition." Laurent ignored this and lifted her hair to his nose. She wanted to turn wolf, but had only done so the one time and had no idea how to do a repeat performance.

"You really do smell divine, Bella." He commented. "I would disregard Victoria's orders and bite you right now, but I don't believe in taking the lives of innocents."

Shocked, she made to ask him to elaborate, but from the trees emerged five wolves, one being the grey wolf from her dreams.

"See you soon." Laurent said, dropping her hair and running into the trees, the wolves right behind him.

Since that day, the stories that Jacob had told her on the beach so long ago came to mind. The shape shifters and the cold ones. It didn't seem possible that they would have any bearing on her current situation, but even then she got out that book she had bought so long ago and started rereading those legends as well as all the others. The book read like a fairy tale, too good to be true. It was almost like a Brothers Grimm version of Little Red Riding Hood.

So she went to the forks library, intent on gathering more information. Most of the books she found were along the same lines, sometimes even an abbreviated version of the tales. There was only one common denominator through it all, she showed all the symptoms of being of Quileute descent. There was only one thing left to do, talk to Charlie.