Chapter 1
Author's note: I realize that this is the second time I've rewritten this book and honestly if it doesn't work out this time I'm going to stop trying. I will be changing the plot up a bit, it's still a Paul story though don't worry. I've decided to rewrite it once more as I've been getting some nasty PMs about how much it sucks. I'm going to rewrite this one in first person. I also took down Autumn because I realized I will probably have to write more than one book for each story and I don't think I could keep up with that. So I will be sticking to my two favorite wolves, Paul and Jacob. Sorry again for another rewrite, please bear with me.
Playlist: Let it go by James Bay(title reference)
Our July In The Rain by He is We
We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off by Ella Eyre
I stepped off the plane hesitantly as the cool air assaulted my small form. I shivered slightly despite the two jackets I wore in an effort to keep warm. I had always been anemic which made it hard to keep warm. It was misting slightly outside and the sky was overcast with thick grey clouds forewarning the rain that would no doubt be coming down later. I gripped the rough nylon strap of my duffel bag which held all my worldly possessions as I shouldered my way through the crowd. Flying was not my favorite activity I had learned today after my first experience with it. The flight from my last foster home in southern Oregon hadn't been too long but I had been tense the whole time, gripping my seat with white knuckles. My tense agitation had spread to the other passengers making them anxious as well, I'm sure the flight attendants were eager to see me off.
I scanned the crowd for my aunt and her fiancé who were supposed to pick me up. I hadn't known I had an aunt up until a few weeks ago. The story of our relation to each other was long and complicated.
Apparently Emily, my aunt, had never known her mother while her father had been Makah. Emily's brother was full Quileute, like their mother, and had impregnated a Quileute woman. Said woman had left while pregnant and given birth before ditching the baby in an adoption center. The baby's father never knew of its existence and died before he could know he had a daughter. That baby was me.
After the last failure in my foster home the state wasn't sure where to put me. I was nearly eighteen and no group homes nor foster parents were willing to take a troublesome seventeen year old. They had reopened my family file, searching for any living family members. They had come across my aunt Emily and contacted her. She had agreed to take me and so I had boarded flight 317 and now found myself in a sleepy little town by the name of Forks.
It wasn't hard to find Emily as she was holding up a piece of paper with my name on it. She was beautiful in an exotic way. She was much taller than me with thick black hair and russet skin. She had high cheekbones and a wide mouth, a delicate nose and dark almond shaped eyes. Three thick red scars ran down her face, pulling down the corner of her right eye and her mouth. I glanced at them briefly, wondering how she got them. Quickly I glanced away from them politely, figuring it wasn't polite to stare. I wouldn't want her to stare at my limp would I?
She smiled brightly as I approached, squealing happily when I neared her. She launched herself at me, engulfing me in a tight hug. With a small noise of discomfort I stiffened. I wasn't big on touch.
The man behind her must have been Sam, her fiancé. He was mountainous in size, larger than anyone I had ever seen in person. He was at least 6'7" if not taller and extremely muscular. I would even go as far as to compare him to a body builder, one on steroids. He had dark brown eyes, almost black that were practically emotionless. His whole face was stoic as he stared down at me. He had inky black hair that was cropped close to his scalp. The same russet skin was shared between us even though Emily's was slightly different, most likely due to being half Makah. Overall he was a very intimidating person and I found myself fearing him slightly.
"Hi, I'm Emily. I'm your aunt but you probably already knew that," she laughed slightly as she backed off, wrapping an arm around Sam's waist. "This is my fiancé, Sam Uley." I nodded shyly, adjusting the strap on my bag nervously. "L-Liri." She nodded encouragingly, "Is that your only bag?" I nodded once again, never being much for words.
Emily clapped her hands together, startling me into a violent flinch. Her face fell slightly as she apologized. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you. Well let's get going then. I think you'll like the house, you have your own room you know. It's kind of plain right now but you can always decorate it later." I nodded as I followed her out to the parking lot, nodding where it felt appropriate.
She led us to a maroon truck and I startled once more when I felt a large, overly warm hand on my arm. I turned, following the hand with my eyes to find it connected to Sam. "I'll take your bag," he spoke for the first time that day. I stuttered out a thank you as he took it and placed it in the bed of the truck. Is that kind of body temperature normal for him? Is he just freakishly warm or is he sick? I hope I get sick too then I won't have to go to school.
The drive to Emily's house was awkward, at least for me it was. Emily chatted non-stop about all sorts of trivial things while Sam drove with his usual emotionless expression. I rounded out the conversation with one worded stutters and awkward nods. I must have looked like a bobble head with all the times I moved my head around in answer.
Emily's house was a tiny weathered building which had once been painted grey but was now more of a dirty white. The door was a pale blue and there were a few tiny windows placed here and there on the house. There was a small front porch that held a few rocking chairs and a table. Tiny flowerboxes filled to the brim with marigolds lined the windows, the whole place had a cheery look to it and gave me a sense of homecoming.
Inside was just as homey as the outside with comfortable furniture that cluttered into the small rooms. The whole place was neatly organized and clean as a whistle. It was hard to imagine someone as big as Sam moving around doing simple tasks like making coffee or watching TV in the small rooms.
Emily lay a hand on my arm causing me to jerk before I turned to look at her. She smiled at me warmly, seriously why was she always smiling at me? "Your room is down here if you want to see it?" I nodded politely and followed after her, bag in hand. The room was tiny like the rest of the house with faded yellow walls. The floorboards were a sunny pine wood that complimented the yellow nicely and matched the worn furniture.
It had a simple layout, a bed beneath the small window which was lined with white curtains. There was a dresser near the door which was cleared on top. A nightstand stood by the bed with a lamp atop it and a wardrobe was in the corner waiting to be filled with clothes. The bedspread was a worn yellow and white quilt with a matching pillowcase. It had a warm feel to it that I immediately warmed to and I sent Emily a timid smile.
She beamed back at me, "You can always decorate it later, I know it isn't much." She wrung her hands nervously as if I would hate the room and tell her so. "I-It's fine. I t-t-think it's-s p-perfect." She patted my hand obviously grateful for my attempt at cheering her up. "You can rest for awhile, you must be tired. The guys are coming over for dinner. You'll get used to them soon, they're always here."
I nodded shyly, already beginning to worry about if these mystery guys would like me. She must have seen it for she soon reassured me. "They'll love you. I'll come get you in awhile. Feel free to explore the house but please stay out of my room. That's the one upstairs." With a last smile she left my room and I sighed tiredly. Running a hand through my slightly tangled raven colored hair I turned and lay on the bed as my bag thumped in the floor softly. Pushing thoughts of the men who would soon be joining us I drifted off to sleep, exhausted from my travels.