A/N: This is my first Twilight fic. I hope you all like it. Don't be too hard on me, please...

He loved the ocean; just sitting on the shore calmed his nerves, feeling the ocean mist against his abnormally warm skin. He closed his eyes and just listened to the wave's crash onto the shore. It was a cold and cloudy day at "La Push", but the cold felt good to him.

"Jake," he heard his name.

He opened his eyes and saw his best-friend, Embry Call, standing in front of him. He momentarily closed his eyes again until; his name was called once again, this time by Seth Blackwater.

"Can't you see that I'm trying to relax?" Jacob said in annoyance.

"We're worried about you, Jake," Embry stated sitting beside the dark-skinned young man. "It's been a good five years since, well, you know."

Jacob knew that he meant, Bella Swan, the girl he was in love with, had married Edward Cullen, they had a baby girl, Reneesmee, subsequently she was turned into a vampire, shortly after they decided to move to a small town near Maine. So not only was he heartbroken, but he had also lost a good friend. Yes, he was in love with Bella, but he hadn't imprinted on her.

"It's time to get back out there, Jake," Seth began, "Find your soul mate, imprint."

"Yeah, bro, you can't spend the rest of your life just sitting here by the ocean," Embry agreed with Seth.

In that moment Leah walked up to them and said, "The Sheriff's at your dad's, Jake."

Jacob quickly stood up and before he ran home, muttered, "This can't be good."

He soon arrived at Billy's humble abode and sure enough, Charlie was sitting in the kitchen with Jacob's dad drinking a cup of coffee. "Hey, Jake, it's been a long time," the Sheriff greeted the young man.

"Hey Charlie, how is everything?" he leaned up against the kitchen counter. He was wearing jeans, t-shirt and tennis shoes.

"Everything's just fine, listen, there's a new family in town and I… Well, Billy and I were just wondering if you would help them get settled in," Charlie stated more than asked.

"And by "settled in", you mean help move boxes and such," Jacob replied coyly.

"More or less," Billy responded.

"Okay, what's going on here? Why are you guys acting so weird?" Jacob asked curiously.

Charlie and Billy glanced at each other quickly then looked at the young troubled man in front of them.

"Jake, I think this will be good for you, the last five years you've been a bit of an anti-social, your friends are worried about you and so are we," Billy said carefully.

Okay, so I take a break from society for five years and here they are trying to psycho-analyze me. He thought in amusement. "Look, I'm fine, I just needed a break from everything," Jacob said trying to justify himself.

"Well, that's good, welcome back, now are you going to help or not?" Charlie asked bluntly.

"Are you going to throw me in jail if I don't?" Jacob asked sarcastically.

Billy couldn't help but to smirk at his son's remark.

"I might," Charlie replied half-jokingly.

Sighing, Jacob gave in, "Fine, I'll help out, when do they need me?"

"Now would be good," was the reply he got.

Why did I ever come back? He asked himself as he left the quaint house. He hopped on his motorcycle, started it up and rode away. Before he had left, Charlie had given him directions to the house. It was near the beach, in the woods, at least two miles away from the town and really anyone. He sped down the winding road, the crisp wind rushing through his hair and against his warm skin. All he could think of was how boring this was going to be. What did I get myself into, Community service? He arrived in front of a modern-Victorian home, the outside decorated with shrubs and of course the trees were surrounding the lovely house. It was a three-story home, made of brick, the windows were large and modern, you could see the dining room, kitchen and entry way. He made his way up the gravel covered pathway to the tall dark oak door of the residence, before pulling up he had seen a U-Haul truck parked in the driveway. The garage was detached and located on the side of the house. He rang the doorbell and waited.

After a moment or two of waiting a woman answered the door, greeting the young man warmly, "Ah, you must be Jacob." She looked like she was in her mid-forties, had light brown hair, beautiful cobalt, almond shaped eyes, she looked of Native American descent, but Jacob couldn't really tell. She had a very fit body and wore fitted slacks, white blouse and pumps.

"Yeah," Jacob murmured.

"My name is Cordelia Neith," she shook his hand and invited him into her home.

Moving boxes were everywhere, there were leather couches in the living room, the dining table and chairs were already set up. It looked as though she just needed help with the beds which were laying in pieces against the staircase.

"We really haven't had the time to set up the beds so we've been sleeping on the couches in the living room," Cordelia said a bit embarrassed.

Jacob glanced at her, "we?"

She laughed as if amused by her own absent mind, "My daughter Kyla," she placed her hands on her hips and looked around, "yup, it's just me and her."

"Is she gonna help?" he asked curiously.

"She'll be back later," Cordelia replied. "She's working right now."

"Where does she work?" he asked as she signaled for him to pick up a big heavy box. He picked it up and followed her to the kitchen.

"She's a teacher at the high school," Cordelia replied. "Come to think of it, she probably won't be back until late, teacher-parent conference."

Jacob nodded understandingly and just continued to work without any more questions. He had to admit that there was a certain amount of mystery to these two women and he couldn't help but to be suspicious about what their intentions were in the small town of "Forks".

The days passed and he was at the Neith residence almost every day, helping Cordelia set things up the way she wanted them in the house and still he hadn't met the illusive Kyla.

One day as he walked up the stairs through the hallway he saw a picture of a girl with very light brown hair, her facial features were beautiful, she had a light complexion, almond shaped eyes that were a lovely greyish-blue color, her nose was proportionate to the rest of her face, high cheek bones and full lips that were a natural subtle shade of pink.

"That's my Kyla," Cordelia interrupted.

Jacob tore his gaze away from the picture, nodded and murmured, "Oh."

"Hopefully tonight, you'll finally be able to meet her," the mom said as she followed him into the office room.

"I won't get my hopes up," Jacob replied as he set the box down and began his walk down the stairs, suddenly he heard the front door slam shut and a voice that sounded like music to his ears.

"Mom, I'm home."

He finally reached the bottom of the staircase and saw her… Kyla…