Hey! Ok thanks for reading, heres what you need to know. In my story Jake didn't imprint on Nessie, and Paul didn't imprint on Rachel. It's set three years after the end of Breaking Dawn.

Please reveiw, but go easy on me, it's my first time...

I do not own twilight in any way shape or form, SM does, I only own my OC's.

Prologue

McKenna Grey growled angrily as she flopped back onto her bed and stared at the bright pink walls in disgust, she was sure Annabeth did this shit on purpose, just to piss her off, you know, coz she wasn't angry enough at the world already. Pink was her least favourite colour, so why the hell would Annabeth have had her new bedroom painted hot pink? She glared angrily at the offending walls one more time before storming out of the only bedroom in the small house. Well, actually it didn't really qualify as a house. Mac thought a tiny hut was a better description of the place she was being forced to live in for whoever knows how long. She loudly stomped her way down the short hallway before slumping on to the sofa with a loud sigh.

When they'd dumped her at the boarder of the small Indian reservation that was now her home they'd given her a set of instructions, which she was to follow at all times. Apparently her life depended on it, and as much as Mac would like for that to simply be her over protective guardians exaggerating, it wasn't, sadly her life really did depend on it. Unfortunately for her that meant living on a tiny Indian Reservation beside the Olympia National park, being taken away from everybody she knew and loved, and being forbidden from leaving the tiny reservation. At all. Under no circumstances. Mac was pretty sure she was going to go crazy. What the hell was she supposed to do in a place that consisted of a grocery store, a coffee shop, a small shop that sold handmade Quileute jewellery, and the small local school? There was only so much time one could spend grocery shopping, she hated coffee, and what was the point in buying pretty jewellery if she had nowhere to wear it? And she sure as hell wasn't going back to school. When Oscar had suggested that one she'd nearly hit him in the head with the jar of jam she'd been holding, he'd dodged it anyway and she'd ended up having to clean jam and glass off the wall and floor of the hotel for an hour before they'd left.

She again sighed, louder this time as she looked out the window and saw that it was raining, again. Apparently it rained a lot here. But that was ok, Mac liked the rain. She liked how it made everything green and lush, liked the soft noises it made on her roof at night as she tried to sleep, and she liked how fresh everything smelt after it'd been raining. She did, however, hate walking in the rain, so this near constant drizzle was really messing up her plans to explore her new home and putting her in an even worse mood.

If she was honest with herself it wasn't even the ridiculously pink walls, or the constant rain that had her so wound up. It was the fact they'd left her here in this tiny hole of a place. Alone. Mac hadn't been alone for a long time, not for more than an hour anyway. So why were they leaving her now? What was so special about this place that they thought she would be safe from him here, without their constant protection? She didn't know. Right now she didn't know a lot of things. She didn't know where her family was, if they were ok. She didn't know where Annabeth and Oscar were, her so called best friends and protectors. She didn't know where he was, what he was doing, or why he wanted her so much. And she didn't know why Annabeth had dropped her off two miles from the reservations boarder and made her get a taxi the rest of the way to her new home. Mac didn't know anything and right now it was really pissing her off. She hated not knowing stuff. She hated being alone even more.

"What do you mean I'm going alone?" McKenna had screeched angrily at the beautiful blonde woman standing coolly in front of her.

The woman sighed tiredly, "We didn't want to have to do this Mac. But their getting closer honey and it will be safer for you this way. They will have a harder time getting to you there and It means Oscar and I can concentrate on finding him".

"But-"

"-NO BUTS MAC", the tall dark haired man said loudly slamming the door as he walked into the small hotel room that'd been their home for two days now. "Annabeth is right, it's better this way, we can focus on finally finding that asshole and finishing this, and you can have a semi normal life until it happens, and that's that, end of story, finished, DONE. Now try and get some sleep, we've got shit to do tomorrow and I don't want to have to deal with your cranky ass again". He declared as he plopped down onto the bed beside the young woman who was glaring at him angrily as he draped his cold arm casually over her shoulder.

"And just what the hell am I supposed to do by myself while you two are off fighting the incarnate of evil together?" she'd said hotly.

"I don't know Mac, join a fucking book club? – sorry", he said shooting the glaring Annabeth an apologetic look, "-make some friends, party, do things a normal 19 year old girl would do."

She sighed and glared at them, "I'm not getting out of this am I?"

"Nope" he said, giving her a cheeky grin and patting her head as Annabeth shook hers sadly in agreement.

She glared at them one more time before snuggling down under the covers of her bed. "Just so you know, I hate you both", she said yawning loudly and closing her eyes. Mac was a smart girl and knew when she was fighting a losing battle, and right now she was tired as hell. She tried talking her way out of it again in the morning but no matter how many times she tried, the conversation always ended the same. With her ass in La Push and them away, chasing danger without her.

So here she was, living in a tiny hut, on the Indian reservation of La Push. Alone and more bored than she had ever been in her entire life. She was pretty sure shit couldn't get any worse than this. She should have known better.