Hey loves!! Yes I'm back with another story! This one should really get you going. Sorry loves if you are in love wtih Bella and Edward I hate to break your hearts but this is purly wolf love story. But don't get your panties in a bunch..tehe..Bella isn' the one who falls in love this time! Just read and find out! please comment so I'll know what to put up next, I know its pretty short but its a Prologue for god sakes! haha! sorry I'm pretty jazzed about this story. I hope you all like it! 2 comments new chapter!! I LOVE YOU ALL!

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Seemingly Breathless

Prolouge.

Kylie POV

The trees whirred past and seemed to blend together into soggy green mush. The sound of the window wipers were carved into my brain enough to where I've heard them in my sleep. The rain pounded angrily, trying to get me, to seep through the car and soak me. Sometimes I wonder if it wants to drown us all to death, what's the possibility that the rain will react that violently towards us? If I were the rain I'd drown us.

My eyes squinted to see through the soaked windshield. I groaned pulling the car over, fighting against the wind as I pulled the gear shift down hard to park. I laid back in my seat ready to scream at the top of my lungs, just to get it over with. I sat up my jeans making a squeaky sound against the leather seats in my car and I looked at my reflection in the rear view mirror. The same emerald eyes stared back at me. They looked a lot less fantastic and unique out here where everything is that green color.

I ran my fingers through my long straight red hair. The ends were curling up, like they did when it was wet, so I knew I'd be forever in the curse of the pony tail. My full lips curled into a pout. This was really a terrible day, and from what I've seen this whole weekend, and heard from everyone I've met, every single day here is this terrible. I looked down at my 'first day of school outfit' I was wearing tight low rise faded jeans that hugged my hips beautifully, and actually showed my curves. My shinny silver flats would be ruined the second I stepped outside, and my navy jacket over my white tank top wasn't going to do jack at protecting me from this weather. I'm sure I'm about to cry.

I'd been in Forks since Friday and I already had enough of it. I rubbed my hands together, regretting not turning on the heater and knowing it would take longer to heat the car then it would to put my big girl pants on and drive down the road to the school. I let my head fall against the steering wheel, hitting the horn making a continuous blaring bleeeeeeeeeppppppppppp. I felt a whimper of defeat escape my lips. I finally gave up. I was done, and it felt great.

I closed my eyes, finally relaxed, I let the rain take me.

I was sitting in my old bedroom laying across my bed staring at the beach. It was night and my boyfriend, John, was with me. He smiled at me and wiped a lock of hair out of my face and leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back completely in my happy place. A groan of happiness escaped my throat . This was defiantly my happy place. Then suddenly I jumped ten feet in the air. I was breathing hard and I was completely awake. There was a tapping sound to my right. I spun my head, my hand on the key ready to turn it an escape quickly if needed.

I sighed in relief and rolled down my window. It was a cop. He looked at me with a tired grim expression. He must be almost forty, but his expression made him look so old. I studied him and saw his badge. Chief Swan. I blinked a few times and smiled at him. "is there a problem?" He smiled back sadly and tiredly.

"I don't know you tell me." He asked me huskily. That's when I noticed his eyes were red and swollen, He'd defiantly been crying and I suddenly felt overwhelmed with the need to know.

"I'm…uh….new." I smiled and felt heat roll onto my tanned cheeks.

He winced, it was as if my blush burned him. "What's wrong chief?" I asked suddenly, surprised.

"My daughter." He confined angrily. "She left to go after some guy." He gripped the car door tightly, his knuckles white.

"What's her name!?" I asked alarmed.

"Bella." He smiled and then blinked a few times. "What's your name honey?" He scratched his head.

"Kylie Thomas." I told him.