As a teenager, I often questioned my existence. I mean what are the odds?

I'm Kayla. The werewolf demigod. Of somebody. somebody who really didn't care about me.

I frowned as I ran, not bothering to glance behind me. To make it worse, my pack now hated me and I was on the run from them and the best trained trackers of all time. The Cullens. Vampires. I ran faster. I couldn't wolf, then Jacob would know for sure where I was and where I was headed. I weaved through the trees, faster, faster.

And smashed into somebody.

This somebody took hold of my shoulders, carefully steadying me. His eyes were dark and his face pale. He stared at me, eyes wide and clouded. His clothes hung awkwardly from his thin frame. I heard the sound of approaching paws and drew my knife. This was going to be a long fight. Fifteen against one. If I included the Cullens. And everybody thought of the Cullens as family.

The boy stared at me, quite annoyed. Now I had to protect him as well. I was going to get killed. So who cared if I died a bit earlier. I wolfed.

A tremendous shudder ripped through me. And I exploded out, my inner albino wolf springing free. I was so dead.

We are not going to kill you. Arnie reminded me. But did I care.

Oh, aren't we. Shaun contradicted louder than he meant to. he yelped as Jacob shoved him to one side, annoyed. they burst through the trees, snarling at me.

I prepared to fight, to protect the boy as well.

Then the Cullens came out.

"Stop it NOW!" Alice yelled in her high soprano voice. I growled at her, my best friend. "You too Kayla, don't make me throw you into the spring again!"

Jasper came through the trees, standing protectively next to Alice. I rolled one eye. Of course. He was way over protective.

"I agree!" Edward laughed, stepping through the trees with Bella and Renesme. Renesme stood next to Jacob, soothingly stroking his shaggy brown fur. Emmett and Rosalie came out, followed by Esme and Carlisle. I growled again, stepping backwards. How was I going to fight all of them!?

The boy came to stand next to me, swinging a black sword back and forth carefully. With a quick grunt of acknowledgement in his direction, I squared my feet to fight.

"You aren't fighting you own sister, Jacob. I won't let you." Bella and Renesme said in unison. But Jacob ignored them, rushing forwards. He went straight for the throat. Typical Jake.

I dodged to the side, lashing out with my fore-paw. I hit his shoulder and darted forwards, pushing him over and pinning him. Jacob snarled, thrashing. He was going to hit the boy...

I let him free, just to protect the innocent kid. Jake lunged, his teeth ripping through my shoulder and arm. I whimpered lightly in pain. But I kept going, I grabbed Jake by the scruff of the neck, and threw him against a tree. He slid to the ground, struggling to get up.

This took less than a minute, leaving the other staring at us, figuring out what had just happened.

I moved next to the boy, bending low so he would get on. He stared hesitantly at me. I heard Arnie and Shaun struggling to help Jacob up. I barked. The boy climbed on.

He was lighter than I expected. Not taking the time to think about this, I ran. My arm ached, but I didn't stop. Not when I was so close. I knew where I was headed. Manhattan.