Hi guys! I'm just trying this whole story-writing thing out. I'm a noobie, so bear with me here. c(:

-Embry: You know, you don't own us.

-Me: -_- Obviously Stephanie Meyer owns you, okay? Okay. Anyways..

Prologue:

I stormed up to the group of boys. "What did you do! What did you do to him?" I screamed.

"Watch it."

I looked over. Paul. Paul fucking Lahote. In my book, he didn't even have the right to talk. He was just a little bitch, a little bitch that liked to play around with women.

"He didn't want this!" I grounded out.

He continued to stare. If he thought I was just another piece of meat, he was dead wrong. And me? Bella Swan? I don't go for that shit.

Before I could register what my body was even doing, I had slapped him. A nice, strong, good one. I smirked. Me getting physical with people wasn't something I did on a regular basis, but I was getting tired of the pittied looks; I was tired of feeling like prey.

That's when things got a little weird. Usually, I'm good with weird. But when the man standing in front of you starts growling at you liked a deranged animal, you start to wonder how weird things can really get.

Paul started shaking. What the hell? Seriously?

I know Paul has anger issues, but jesus christ- never in my life have I saw somebody this close to losing their wits.

"Dude, you better keep it in check. You know that Jacobs girl, he's going to rip you to shreds if you lay one finger on her."

My eyes darted to the persons who mouth had spoken the words. "Fuck you."

I didn't belong to anybody. The only person I would have loved to belong to, spend my eternity with, was gone. Nowhere to be found. Because I wasn't good enough for anyone; Edward, or Jake.

It's sick and twisted of me to use Jacob the way I am, but I'm only human; a very selfish human. Why else did I think I had come here? To make sure Jake was okay? Definitaly.. But it was more then that. If he wasn't okay, I wouldn't be okay. I relied on him; he was the sun that kept the dark skies at bay. How could I turn him down?

Embry was looking at the ground, avoiding my eyes. You'd think if he could speak, he could at least be polite and look at somebody while he was being spoken to.

A feral growl grabbed my attention.

Clothing ripped, flew out in all directions, and in it's place stood a wolf. I almost laughed out loud at the thought of the expression that was, most likely, on my face.

I didn't have the time.

The wolf had targeted me. I finally knew what it meant to be prey. Instinct took over and I turned to run, just as it launched itself at me.

I was stupid. Did I really think I could outrun a wolf the size of a horse? Hell no.

That didn't mean I wasn't going to try.

As I said before, I was stupid. I couldn't just run- I had to look back. Curisouty did kill the cat, I thought numbly.

The wolf didn't get the chance to land. Seconds after Paul had transformed, Embry had bursted into fur, crashing into him mid-leap.

I couldn't leave; couldn't force my feet to move. So I observed as the wolves circled each other, growling, teeth flashing.

They were so beautiful. Huge eyes surrounded by dark, thick eye-lashes. Fur that looked like silk.

I was staring so intently, I hadn't even noticed as Sam lazily walked in between the two. "Knock it off. You do realize you could lose a piece of flesh because of some glitterdick fan, right Paul?"

Both the wolves looked up. Was it possible for them to roll their eyes? As they seperated, the air around them glimmered; two full grown naked man standing in place.

Paul looked over at me, smirking. "I suppose it's really not worth it."

We were back to step one. "Don't make me bitch-slap you again, Paul," I commented.

Sam and Embry start cracking up. It wasn't even really that funny. Edward would've never laughed at it.

I looked up at Embry under my eyelashes, curiously. Did he find me funny? Or did he just find me to be a joke? Our eyes connected.

Several emotions coursed through me. Love. Wonder. Curiousty. Lust.

I can't believe I had never noticed how attractive Embry looked. Slightly shorter than the rest of the guys, he was still at least six feet. And his body. Oh my god, his body- a golden russet color, with skin that looked as smooth as satin, was complemented with a nice six pack. I continued my look-over, slowly making my way lower. I had to stop.

My eyes made their way back up to his face. Just the sight of his smooth, plump lips made me want to suck them into my mouth. The feel of blood rushing to my face stopped my train of thought.

I watched looked into his eyes. I could get lost in them.. dark, muddy pools, filled with confusion.

"Awwww shittt!" Paul hollered.