Paul POV

Yet again, I was called by one of my brothers, away from more pleasurable social interactions, to a tribal meeting.

Apologising with practiced nonchalance, I ducked out of the rustic café I had been wining and dining my date in, and headed down the road until I hit the edge of the forest. She was nothing special, but hey, a night with a gorgeous girl would be my choice- that is, if I could make my own choices. The life of a pack brother held many restrictions and responsibilities that had to come before anything else.

Quickly shedding my clothes, I tied them to my ankle with the length of cord past awkwardly naked experiences had taught me to carry at all times.

I quickly made the change from large and more awesome than usual human to highly unusual shape shifting wolf. Feeling the stretching and changing of my bones, a loud howl ripped through my chest, reverberating in the otherwise silent forest. I hit the ground running, the large furry paws I had just grown covering a large distance in no time, until I neared the site of the council meeting.

Quickly dressing, I looked around and saw the nine large males-my brothers for all intents and purposes in the tribal sense of the word- that were sprawled around a spitting and hissing fire, all heads and ears turned in the direction of the elders, one of which, Jacob Black's father Billy was intently relating the latest information to them;

"The Cullen clan is moving on, we will no longer have the Cullen leader that practices medicine. The tribe cannot afford to lose more brothers. Another is to be brought in, not a cold one, but a pale face. We have chosen to allow a human to be told of the Quileute legends in order to preserve the warriors lives. Your Lives. Doctor Peter Thompson is an associate of Carlisle Cullen. Sam and I have met with him and he has agreed to relocate his family to the reservation, in order to provide medical care for the residents of La Push, and particularly all of you. This was a hard decision to make; to let a pale face know about the tribes true nature, but entirely necessary. Look after him and he will look after you."

This news was a shock- the Quileute elders were all for preserving tradition, and tradition dictated that our secret was just that; our secret. No one, not even the teachers at school, the local grocer or my old football coach knew why every so often, a Quileute boy would go missing for a few weeks, only to return a completely different person- physically and mentally. One half of the reservation thought we self proclaimed fighters and defenders of the tribe who they neither wanted nor needed, the other half thought worse- that we were hardened criminals running an underground drug syndicate. Idiots.

If only they knew we were protecting their very existence.

Natalie POV

I had resigned myself to my fate four weeks before this…So why was I feeling so incredibly apprehensive about moving day? Because I always was.

Four weeks ago to the day, my father had announced that we were moving, yet again, the short but isolating distance to the Indian reservation of La Push. It wasn't far from where we lived now, so I wasn't worried about never seeing anyone from school again, not that it mattered too much since I had only been at said school for two years and therefore had not made all that many close friends, but just when I thought we might stay in one place, we were whisked away, the well loved pile of moving boxes brought up from the basement yet again, my life packed back into a few mere cardboard cubes.

However, my apprehension was escalated at this eleventh move due to the place we were moving to. La Push was a tiny dot, a pinprick on the map of Washington state, isolated from any major cities- I don't even think it has a Walmart. I was a city girl through and through. I liked my creature comforts, and being within arms reach of a mall. God. How shallow and needy did that sound?

I didn't put up a fuss though. My parents always did thank me for being an amazingly non-whiney teenager and I wasn't going to ruin that record with a little tantrum about being away from Macy's.

In any case, my dad, one of the top doctor's in the country, who had specialized in cardiology at Cleveland Clinic, and then orthopedics at Johns Hopkins, was asked to take on a special position with this tiny Indian reservation by an old colleague of his. So this tribe, the Quileute's, were paying for our relocation, our house and school costs, paying my dad the lowest income he's ever received, and he's ecstatic about it. When I asked dad about it, he got this really excited look in his eyes, and rambled something about a genetic disease he was going to be able to study that was occurring within a group of these Native American's and how it was the best opportunity of his lifetime. I pressed him further for information, anything as to why he would be taking this position, but came up with nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Being the dutiful daughter I was, I grabbed the nearest box and started stacking mugs and silverware into it.

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So, let's see how this goes. I'll try to post fairly regularly as long as there's someone reading it.

I've got to say, I've never written a first chapter with less emotion/personality- this story is going to be kind of a slow started I think… Hopefully Paul and Natalie's character will show through soon.