Author's Note:

First, the obligatory disclaimer: As everyone reading this probably knows, I am not Stephanie Meyer nor do I own Twilight or any of it's characters. I can, however, claim credit for Mrs. Walks, Alexandria, and one out of control cat.

Secondly, this story is sort of writing itself and if it's trash - feel free to say so. I'd rather know now than once I've put all the work in to get to the end.

Enjoy!

Chapter One - Moving House

It was three o'clock in the morning when a black Lincoln pulled up to an old, faded white house on the edge of the reservation. The driver grabbed a duffle bag from the passenger seat before climbing out of the car and making her way to the front porch. A chocolate brown wolf watched curiously as her long black waves tangled in the air while she ducked her head against the wind. It sat silently at the edge of the woods as she reached into a potted plant by the blue front door and located the spare key. He watched until the door locked behind the young woman before carrying on deeper into the woods.

"What did Sam say we were doing today?" Quil asked as the four men made their way down the dirt road in La Push. The day was cloudy and cool, but the men only wore beat-up shorts and tee-shirts.

"Moving some furniture or something for Mrs. Walks, I think," Jacob answered, looking up at the darkening sky.

"But this isn't her address," Seth pointed out as they stopped in front of a blue two story house. The house was on the border between La Push and a small town called Forks and set back in the woods for privacy, though there weren't many other houses around anyways. There was a newly added white wrap around porch, and the shutters had recently been replaced as well. Seth remembered Sam telling them about the construction work some of the guys had done over the last several months on a vacant house out here and assumed this was it. He knew the work had brought in a lot of money for the company as the house needed a lot of renovations, updating, and repairs after being abandoned for over twenty years.

"Well that's her car," Jacob pointed to a worn out old red Volkswagen in the driveway next to a large U-Haul. "Maybe she's moving."

"Well let's just go see," Paul suggested.

They finished their walk up the drive and found Mrs. Walks coming out the front door yelling something into the house. "Oh! Hello there, boys! Almost gave me a hard attack. For big men you sure don't make a lot of noise."

Jacob smiled at the grey haired woman as she greeted them. Sam and elders had always suspected that she knew the truth about them, though she never said anything. Mrs. Walks was 73 years old and had lived on the reservation her whole life and was ΒΌ Quileute. She had married a man from Forks and he had lived with her in La Push until a few years ago when he passed away. The two had three children that had all went away for college and never came back. Since she lived all alone with no family around she often hired members of the pack to do yard work and repairs around her home.

"Hello, Mrs. Walks," Seth loved doing work for the woman as she was an amazing cook and often cooked lunch or dinner for the boys when they were around.

"How many times do I have to tell you, it's Helen dear." The pack had been doing work for her for almost ten years, since right after the almost war with the Volturi, but still refused to call her Helen, though she tried every time.

Paul laughed, "What are we doing for you today?" The volatile werewolf had calmed down immensely after imprinting on Rebecca Black.

"Well actually boys, my granddaughter just arrived in town last night and the two of us didn't think we could manage to move her in ourselves so I thought you might do the heavy lifting?"

"Your granddaughter is moving to town?" Seth asked.

"Yes she is," the woman beamed. "It'll be nice to have family around again."

The boys all smiled then and Quil asked the obvious, "Well where is she? We'd love to meet her."

"She's inside unpacking the kitchen, we thought we'd make you boys some lunch but we need pots and pans for that," she winked. "Don't worry, I told her she might want to make extras - I know how you boys eat."

"Thanks Mrs. Walks," Seth enthusiasm, though seemingly impossible, increased at the mention of lunch. "So let's get started, I'm starving."

Helen laughed and Quil elbowed Seth in the stomach, "Well there's furniture and boxes in the truck, everything's labeled and I'll tell you where it goes as we take it out. There should be a delivery later with more things, and I'm sure we'll need your help to put them together and in place, but let's start with what we've got."

The boys nodded and got to work, quickly unloading boxes and placing them wherever directed. Quil caught a glimpse of Helen's granddaughter in the kitchen digging in boxes and putting things in the cupboards. He recognized her long dark hair from the night before as the woman who had arrived at Helen's house. She didn't look as pale under the kitchen lights, but in the dark with only moonlight the night before she had looked almost as pale as a vampire.

Around eleven o'clock the boys noticed the smell of garlic and onions beginning to fill house and shortly thereafter the young woman brought a stack of cups and a pitcher of lemonade out onto the porch. Her hair had been put into a loose low ponytail that fell in front of one of her shoulders, ending just below her waist. And when she looked up to greet them her midnight blue eyes momentarily stopped Seth in his tracks. He'd never seen eyes like that, eyes so blue it was like he was drowning in the night sky.