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Author/Note 1: This story is the sequel of Our Dawn 5. For the ones who don't know anything about Our Dawn Series, you can always read Our Dawn 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5, and Our Dawn Series Specials but if you don't want to bother I have a resume on my profile page. As it would be expected this is a next generation story and as such, it's focused on Jake and Leah's children.

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A/Note 3: I'm not a native English speaker so I'm sorry for my grammar and spelling. Thank you for reading.

Alpha

Book I – The Third

Isaac Black

Prologue

That was my seventh therapy session since classes had started. Two months ago the nightmares had started. My therapist's opinion was that I was too stressed because in a few weeks the exams were going to start and I was always worried about keeping my good grades.

I didn't share her opinion. Yes, I was worried about the exams but I was quite sure that it weren't the exams that were causing me to dream about being attacked by a huge werewolf, saved by a giant russet wolf and taken to the woods by a woman I had never seen in my life.

"Isaac? Did you hear me?" Doctor Townsend called me.

"I did." I replied. She was looking at me with doubts. "Next session we'll talk about how I feel about my family and my home." I repeated.

"Exactly."

As if that would actually solve anything.

I left Doctor Townsend's office and images of my nightmares plagued my mind. I'd been having this nightmare since I had entered Arizona University almost three years ago when I was fifteen years old but now it was getting worse.

My mum used to say I was lucky. Unlike most of the people who lived in La Push, I was able to go to a prestigious university and I would be able to have a good job in the future.

My high IQ allowed me to have two degrees already. My first degree was Nuclear Engineering and my second one was Anthropology. Currently I was taking Biochemistry and was doing some research to finish my thesis in Biomechanics.

I was the typical nerd. I'd turn eighteen in a couple of months but some of my professors had already invited me to be their assistant. Since I was still a minor I couldn't take on the offer yet. If I said yes, it was possible that I would never come back to La Push and I didn't know how my family would react.

I was about to go inside the room I shared with Bob "Marley" Green in the male dorm in the campus when I heard a familiar voice calling me.

"Sarah?" I questioned turning back. I was surprised to see my sister there.

Sarah was almost seventeen years old. She was a year younger than me, actually she was ten months younger than me but a lot of people thought we were twins. She shared my mother's beauty and my father's easy-going personality.

"Did you miss me, Boo?" Only my brothers, my sister and my cousins called be "Boo". I used to watch Boo's Adventures in Space a lot when I was a kid. It was about a kid that wanted to go to the moon.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Are you alone?"

"I'm with Uncle Seth. He's parking. This place is huge." Sarah hugged me and then she took an envelope from her pocket and handed it over to me. "We came to take you home." She informed.

"Take me home? Why?"

When Sarah lowered her eyes and didn't answer my question I knew something had happened. The answer was inside that envelope. I took a deep breath and opened it.

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Alpha

Book I – The Third

Isaac Black

1. Coming Home

I sat down on the floor, my legs falling over the edge of the cliff. My mother had once told me she loved that place because she could see the infinite horizon from there: the place where the sky and the ocean merged, becoming one. The endless blue ocean was angry beneath my feet, many meters below. When I was a kid I'd seen many of my parents' friends jump from where I was sitting and I remember thinking they were all insane. Nowadays being there, didn't frighten me anymore.

The orange sunset was magnificent. La Push's nature had always been sort of magical to me even though I spend most of my time in Arizona now. I felt bad about being away from home, away from my childhood friends (there weren't many) and my family, but there was something about this place I resented. As soon as I had arrived early this afternoon, I felt agitated, as if something wasn't right.

Uncle Seth told me it was probably because I was worried about my college duties, but I didn't share his opinion. The nightmares had returned and now that I was here, they'd turn even worse, like they always did when I came home.

Mum told me, years ago, I had suffered a childhood trauma when I was eight. That trauma had messed up my head, my dreams and my mental health. I still had to take medication daily for anxiety and severe headaches.

Every time I was in La Push, I'd remember that night. It was dark outside and I was alone in my bedroom. I had shared a bedroom with Sarah for a few yeas but when JJ was born, Dad arranged us to have separate rooms. I remember Madeleine, Brady's girlfriend, was our babysitter that night. She was downstairs trying to make JJ sleep.

Our parents were at the beach, with our closest friends and family. It was some sort of celebration. Months ago La Push and Forks had been hit by a tornado and people needed to relax and cheer up.

I remember I fell asleep for a few hours. When I woke up Madeleine was screaming along with JJ, Sarah was crying in her bedroom and Harry and Will were nowhere to be found. The next thing I knew I was being pulled into the hallway by a giant beast. I had a scar on my left arm that my mother said it was from when I had broken the window to escape the fire that was consuming our house. The problem was I didn't remember breaking the window. All I could remember was a hairy beast, trying to get me.

"I knew I'd find you here, Boo." Sarah pulled me out of my trance and came to sit next to me. She put her head on my shoulder and held my arm. Sarah and I were practically the same age. She was about to turn seventeen and I'd be eighteen in a little more than two months. Some people thought we were twins and considering my mother had given birth to twins before I was born, it was perfectly normal people thought that way.

"Is Mum back yet?" I asked. We had arrived only an hour ago to an empty house. Mum and Dad were nowhere to be found and JJ was still at school. Uncle Seth had dropped us and instructed us to stay home until one of our parents returned.

"Nope. But I called her. She's still with grandma in Forks. They have to order the coffin and the flowers." Sarah replied. "Are you angry with Dad because he summoned you?"

"No. It's Old Quil's funeral. I want to be here."

Old Quil was an elder. Quil's grandfather was a respected member of our community but last year he became ill. Old Quil was an old man when I was born, almost eighteen years ago. And Uncle Seth had once told me, he was old when he was born too, so it was actually a miracle that he had lived so many years. I didn't know for sure his age, but everyone seemed to bet he was at least one hundred and ten.

Since he was a member of the Council, his funeral would last three days. That's why my father had called me home. After all I was a Black and I should attend the ceremony.

"You don't need to be worried about classes, Boo. You're a genius, remember?" Sarah said. "I'm sure you'll pass all the exams. You're always the best in your class anyway."

"Shouldn't you be home waiting for Dad?" I asked.

"He's probably with the tribal council. It'll take time. You know their meetings take hours and they have to choose another member now that poor Old Quil's dead."

Our father wasn't La Push's Chief yet, that role belonged to our grandfather Billy Black, but granddad was getting old and relied on our father more and more each year. My grandmother Sue Clearwater was also a Council member along with Billy and Old Quil. She had won her place in the Council when my grandfather Harry died. I never got to meet him, but everyone said he was kind, patient and fair. Mum told me once that from her five children, I was the one who recalled her more of her father.

Now that the Council was one member short, it was time to choose a replacement. Sam Uley was the best candidate. Everyone knew the Uleys should be called upon the Council. They were one of the founding families of La Push despite being put aside for many years because of an old feud between the Uleys and the Blacks.

But there were more candidates: Quil, as the late member's grandson had a claim to that position as well and there was also Hal White, supported by his wife, Rhonda. Mum used to say they were jealous idiots and would never take a seat in the Council but Rhonda was quite fierce and had summoned her "troops" already.

The decision of who would take Old Quil's place would not change anything for me though. In a week, I would be back to Arizona.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" I asked. I'd felt my sister's anxiety ever since she'd arrived. I knew she wanted to ask me something.

"Maybe…" She faced me.

"Okay… shoot."

"It's my senior year, you know?" She questioned.

Of course I knew. I'd be helping her studying ever since we were kids. Every time she had a project to do, a test or even a paper work to write, she'd always call me for help.

"I know. And?"

"And… I want to go study with you in Arizona."

I looked at her without knowing what to say. Sarah had never showed any interest on leaving the reservation. She belonged there with the rest of my family. I was the odd one out. I didn't fit properly, people considered me a weird kid and I didn't have many friends growing up. All of my siblings were the exact opposite.

Harry was the typical happy-go-lucky kind of person and everyone loved him. He possessed a unique charisma similar to my father. William was defiant and fierce but he also had a sort of golden aura that made people follow him blindly. Sarah was a sweet girl, full of hopes and dreams, and she had a contagious optimism matching our Dad's. As for JJ, he was still a child, but he was an easy going kid who was always eager to help.

I was nothing like them. I was the typical nerd. Always studying, always at home, always alone. Counselors from school wrote in their reports my high IQ was responsible for my inability of socializing properly with kids of my age, except for my sister.

"I'd like you to come too, Sarah but you know it's not that easy. Have you spoken to Mum and Dad?"

"No. I was thinking that you could ask them for me."

Talking to my Mum was easy but my Dad was another story.

"You know what happened when I went to Arizona, right?"

She nodded.

Three years ago when I said I wanted to go to the University my father almost had a fit. He and Mum fought for weeks. I remember that they even had a couple of meetings with the Council about it. Though I never knew why our lives had to be discussed by a group of old people, I learned that after voting, my father lost and I was allowed to go.

He didn't take it well. He didn't speak to Mum or the Council members who had voted in favour of my departure for weeks and things only got back to normal many months later.

I never really understood my father's reaction. We weren't that close. We still aren't. After turning eight our relationship changed a lot. I understand that parenting is hard, especially when you have five children but the truth was I always felt I was expendable. That's why I wanted to go. I wanted to leave La Push and leave my father and his coldness behind. I had planned to enter a University in Massachusetts but Mum was against it and in the end I followed her wishes so I went to Arizona.

"Please Boo." Sarah begged.

"Dad won't let you go. You're his princess."

"He allows Harry and Will to travel all around the country. Why can't I study in Arizona with you?"

I had asked myself that same question many times before and never found an answer. Both my older brothers, Harry and Will were auto racing pilots for Hunter Motorsports for two years now. Previously to entering the team, they had travelled with Joe Kitt's Autosport as backup racers. William even entered a competition in Texas when he was nineteen. Harry had travelled to Europe once to train with other pilots in Italy and France. I guess there was no logical reason for my father to oppose my staying in Arizona when my brothers could travel all around as they pleased.

"You should ask him that." I whispered. "Look, when you finish high school, I'll speak to Mum, okay?"

Sarah stared at me, still anxious.

"If you don't ask them, I'll go anyways." She announced.

"Why? Why are you so eager to leave? Did something happen?"

She bit her lip nervously. I stood up, forcing her to stand from the ground too.

"What happened?" I insisted. "Did someone hurt you?"

Sarah would only act like that if she was afraid of something or someone.

"No… It's not like that."

"Then tell me."

"Is it so wrong that I want to have a life outside La Push?"

"No it's not wrong, but I know you love it here."

She refused to meet my eyes then.

"Either you help me or not, I'll leave when school is over."

"Why?" I insisted.

"Because it's better this way."

"Sarah… you're freaking me out. Just tell me what happened!"

"I'm seeing someone." She blurted.

I tensed. Sarah was my little sister. My only sister. Because we were almost the same age, we'd always been close and shared things that we hadn't shared with our other siblings. But there were things older brothers don't exactly like to know about their sisters. This one fit the profile.

"You're sixteen Sarah." I chastised her.

"I'll be seventeen in five days." She opposed.

"That doesn't change anything. You're too young."

"You've dated what's-her-name when you were my age."

"Her name was Sandra and I didn't date her. She was my monitor in the University."

"Right…"

It was true. When I went to the University, Sandra was designated to be my monitor because I was younger than my classmates. She was older than me but we got along quite well. People thought we were dating because we were always together but we were just friends. Now, almost three years later, Sandra had already finished her degree and was an architect in Phoenix. We hadn't met ever since.

"Who is he? Is he from around? Do Mum and Dad know?"

"Are you insane? If Dad knew, my boyfriend would be dead. Why do you think I want to leave?"

"Please tell me you're not pregnant." I practically begged. I really didn't want to have to murder someone before doing my finals.

"Of course not!" She blushed. "We didn't even… We didn't do it yet."

I sighed in relief.

"Who is he?" I demanded.

"I don't think I should tell you."

"You started the conversation. I want to know who he is."

"You look like Dad…" She complained.

"No, I don't!" My voice rose. I didn't like to be compared to my father. Physically we looked alike but we were pretty much the opposite of each other when it came to our personal characters. "I'm nothing like Dad. Now tell me his name!"

She stared at me for a long time, deciding if she should tell me who her boyfriend was or not.

"We can't stay here Boo. He wants to find a good job and I want to study. There's nothing for us here. Besides it's unfair that you, Harry and Will get to live outside La Push and I don't."

"Don't change the subject." I warned her. "I'll find out sooner or later."

"Fine. It's Jay. Are you happy now?"

I blinked once, and then twice, and then I was out of words. My little sister was dating Jay Morris. Twenty-two year old Jay Morris. Everyone knew Jay's story. He was Jason Morris' son. His mother wasn't Native-American like us, and Jason never met her. She gave him up for adoption when he was born and never contacted him again. Jay had been raised by adopted parents until a car crash took their lives and he ended up stuck in an orphanage. Luckily the Social Services found out who his biological father was and he came to live in the Reservation.

"Jay is sick of Charlene and Preston. They make his life a living hell." Sarah told me. Charlene and Preston were his stepmother's children. "And he recently discovered his biological mother lives in Austin and Austin…"

"Is in Texas and Texas is not far from Arizona." I finished for her. She was quite easy to read. "I get your idea Sarah but… You and Jay... it's wrong."

"Wrong?"

"You're sixteen and he's twenty-two."

"So? Dad is four years younger than Mum. And Uncle Seth is ten years older than Aunt Gwen, and not to mention Quil who is fourteen years older than Claire."

Okay, she had a point there. A five-year gap was nothing compared to Quil and Claire's situation. But for some reason that didn't make me feel any better.

"I just don't want you to get hurt. Jay's not…"

"Jay's a great guy. He's sweet and caring and he respects me above all."

"If he's the perfect guy why hasn't he talked to our father?"

"Because I didn't want him to. He wants to do it but I know Dad will kill him."

I could live with that. I didn't agree with my father often but on this one he would have my support. I would even volunteer to go and kick Jay's ass. I was four years younger than him but I was a tae-kwon-do black belt since last year.

"So your plan is to go to Arizona?"

She shrugged.

"At least I have a plan that allows Jay to keep his head." She glared at me. "So, will you help me or not?"

"I will help you when the time comes." But first I would have a little word with Jay Morris.

"Promise me you won't speak to Jay about this."

"Sure sure." I said putting my arms up in surrender but I had no intention to keep that promise. My sister was underage and no guy would dare to put his hands on her if I had a say in the matter. There were plenty of other girls in the Reservation for Jay to hit on.

"Come on Boo… the others must be home soon." Sarah announced checking her watch. "Let's go."

Anxiety rippled through my body when I realized that tonight we'd be all together as a family after three years.

Things weren't easy between me and my father. It was hard for us to engage in a conversation and when we did, it would last like five or ten minutes max. Besides, every time I was around, Dad seemed upset. It was as if I'd done something wrong.

I also had a stretched relationship with my older brothers. Being the twins' younger brother had been a nightmare right after I turned nine. That was actually the time William began to pick on me every single day. Harry was more laid-back, and sometimes we had some fun together, but Will had some old grudge against me and I never knew why.

Sarah and I had just arrived home when the door opened again and Jacob Junior walked in. He threw his school bag over to the couch and ran towards me.

"Boo! I missed you!" My brother hugged me. Despite being only ten years old, JJ was quite tall for his age but since Dad was around 6 foot 7, it was only normal.

"I missed you too little brother."

"How was school?" Sarah asked.

"Boring. Lavie said we get to see Old Quil's corpse tomorrow. Is that true?"

"Don't be an idiot JJ." Sarah said. "We'll get to see a coffin, that's all."

"Let's get something to eat. Who wants pizza?" I asked.

JJ and Sarah ran to grab the phone so we could order our dinner.

"Count us in." Said a voice from the backdoor and we all turned around to see Harry and Will. The twins were twenty-five years old, their black hair was cut short and they were now about 6 foot 2 though it seemed they were still growing, considering the number of pizzas we had to order.

"So… where are Mum and Dad?" Harry asked after hugging each of us briefly.

"Mum said she'll be here later." Sarah explained. "And Dad's with the Council."

"Great. So… we have the house all to ourselves." William smiled mischievously. "Who wants to have some fun?"

Fun. That was the twins' language for trouble. After raiding the fridge while we waited for the nine pizzas to arrive, Harry and Will showed us their new cars: two brand new Mustangs. One was red and the other was blue. Upon seeing the twins' good performances as backup racers, Hunter Motorsports' CEO had offered them a new car each and the possibility of entering the Red Bull Event in October.

"I'll drive in the first two stages, and then Harry will finish the race." William announced as JJ and Sarah went inside the red Mustang. "Isn't she a beauty?"

"Will you teach me how to drive?" JJ asked with enthusiasm.

"Sure, little brother. When you turn fifteen." Harry smiled at him.

"Nice!"

"Can we go for a ride?" Sarah questioned. She was taking driving's lessons since last month with Jeremiah Cameron.

"Sure." William agreed. "As soon as we finish eating."

"What about Mum and Dad?" I asked.

The twins looked at me.

"Don't be such a nerd, Boo. We're adults. We can handle a car ride." Will said.

"We'll leave them a note." Sarah suggested. "Okay?"

I could've stayed home waiting for our parents, but the thought of letting Sarah and JJ with Harry and Will didn't give me much choice.

Harry and Will knew the area like the palm of their hands. They knew each and every secondary road and the perfect places to ride without getting spotted by curious people or traffic patrols.

While Sarah and JJ rode with Will, I went with Harry. The blue Mustang he was driving was quite spectacular. It almost made me ask him if I could give it a try. I had my driver's license taken three months ago but I was sure he wouldn't allow me to so I kept quiet.

"So… Boo… How's Arizona?" Harry asked, trying to keep up with Will's speed.

I shrugged. "Fine, I guess…" I knew Harry wasn't really interested in my academic life. He was just trying to have a conversation.

"I've heard you might become a teacher soon."

"Who told you?"

Harry looked at me and smiled.

"Sarah." I answered for him. She was the only one I had told. "It should be a secret."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't decided yet."

"It's a great opportunity. How many eighteen year old university teachers do you know?"

"There are other things besides teaching I'd like to do."

"You can do anything, Boo. You could work for NASA, if you wanted to." I didn't know if he was mocking me or not. "What about a girlfriend? Have you met anyone special?"

"No." I simply said.

The twins were popular, good-looking, and had already a legion of fans as it was expected considering their occupation. They could have all the girls they wanted to with little effort. Girls loved tall, muscular guys. This was yet another thing that set us apart. They were good with girls, I was not.

Guys like me, didn't have a chance though I'd learned recently that a few of my classmates found me attractive. I did share a few physical resemblances with the twins and our father, but my personality was not what girls liked. I would rather stay in the library than going to a party, and I was too shy to ask a girl out. Basically I was boring.

"You change gears too soon." I told him trying to change the subject. "That's why Will always beats you."

He looked at me surprised and a little upset but then he laughed. "I knew it was a good idea to have you as my co-pilot. Let's see if you're right."

Harry hit the gas and as the car closed in on Will's, I felt the five slices of pizza I had ate just a few minutes ago coming up my throat.

"Harry… slow down, you're going to kill us." I asked. I was feeling sick.

"You were right, Boo! I've just passed Will."

"I'm going to throw up! Stop the car!"

As Harry hit the brakes I felt dizzy and I only had time to open the door and watch the contents of my stomach all over the asphalt.

"You're such a girl." Harry complained stepping out of the car. "Make sure you don't mess my car."

"What the hell was that Harry?" William shouted parking his car beside Harry's. "You know the rules. We can't drive over 210."

"I got a little carried away." Harry apologized. Sarah and JJ came to my side to see what was wrong with me.

"You're such a girl." Will copied Harry's words as I cleaned myself after throwing up.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked me placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm fine." I felt ashamed for throwing up like that, especially in front of the twins.

On our way back to the Reservation, JJ sat with me on the back seat of Harry's car and fell asleep as we were reaching La Push's main road. Fortunately tomorrow he wouldn't have to get up early for school since it was Saturday. William let Sarah drive his car so they arrived a few minutes after us.

"I'll take JJ." Harry offered. "I'm sorry I made you throw up." He whispered while he took our brother out of the car.

As the five of us entered the living room, the light was turned on and our mother came into view.

"I hope you have a good explanation." Mum stated.

"It was Boo's fault. He wanted us to show him our new cars. He drove us back home, smashed my car into a tree and JJ hit his head on the window and blacked out…"

I couldn't believe he was putting the blames on me. But then again it was typical of Will. Before I could open my mouth to defend myself my mother spoke.

"Shut up William. Your car isn't smashed up, JJ is sleeping and Isaac wouldn't do that."

Will grinned. "You should see your face Boo." He laughed at me.

"So… where's the old man?" Harry asked still carrying a sleeping JJ.

"What old man?" Our father walked down the stairs, and stood behind the twins with his arms crossed over his chest. Will's grin disappeared from his face and Harry turned around slowly to face Dad. "I hope you weren't talking about me."

Harry tried to conceal his embarrassment.

Dad kissed Sarah's forehead and then he took JJ out of Harry's arms, taking him over to Mum.

"I think it's past bed time." He said, looking at Sarah, who excused herself and went upstairs. Mum followed her carrying JJ. The twins were about to go upstairs too but Dad put himself in front of them.

"We have to unpack." Harry said.

"Really? I think unpacking can wait. Let's go outside boys." He ordered.

"Shit." Cursed Will. "You and your big mouth. We're going to get our asses kicked again." He complained darkly.

Both of them left, dragging his feet along the way. Dad followed close behind.

"You know where your room is, right?" He asked me, not bothering to turn around and face me. I've never felt more invisible. "Good night Isaac." He closed the door behind and I heard him praising the twins' new cars as the three of them walked into the woods together.

"Good night Dad." I muttered going to my room.

A/Note 4: This story has been in the limbo for almost a year. Right now I'm not even sure if I should've posted it. But I'll give it a try.