Alright. So I came back on and read the first chapter of this story I wrote, and I was inspired to finish it. I'm completely rewriting it. Plot will be the same, as that is what sucked me back into it. Some stories write themselves. First up the preface and chapter one! Please enjoy. This story won't shut up and leave me alone!

Stephenie Meyer owns everything recognizable, the rest is my imagination.

Preface

"Don't move," Davie whispered in my ear. "Movement will only anger it."

I let out a shaky breath, not daring to reply. The giant wolf in front of me slowly stalked forward, his deep brown eyes almost assessing me. I felt a slight nudge as Charlie, presumably, reached for his gun holster.

The wolf let out a low warning growl. My eyes widened considerably, and my breathing stopped all together. The wolf quickly changed his gaze over to me. His dark russet fur glistened as he passed through a beam of light. He let out a deep, menacing growl. I heard Charlie begin reciting some sort of prayer, and it was in that moment I felt certain I was going to die. I was going to die from a vicious wolf attack with my best friend and the police chief. How had my life gotten me here?

Chapter One: Jump Right In

You never really know how good you had it until you've hit rock bottom. I don't know if I've actually hit the bottom yet, but I've gotten dangerously close. My mother, Miranda Benson, has been thrown into jail for threatening her boyfriend, Ned, with a gun. Apparently it was some huge misunderstanding, as is everything with her, and the judge sentenced her to a very minor eight month stay in the clink.

If that wasn't enough, my long-term boyfriend decided he didn't want to date the daughter of our small towns newest criminal. Ben and I had been together since ninth grade. He was the star quarter back, and was over six feet of delicious muscle, blonde hair, and dream worthy blue eyes. In other words, he was totally hot. We had planned on finishing our last year of high school, and with any luck, Ben would get a scholarship to play football and I'd tag along to his college of choice. With my 3.8 GPA, it wouldn't be hard.

But now that was all gone. Being seventeen and legally a minor, I was passed off to the first relative that would take me. Great Gran Clarice of Forks, Washington struck first. I was actually quite excited as Great Gran Clarice was actually quite the character. For being the great grandmother to a seventeen year old, she was actually quite young. She had my grandmother at twenty, who had my mother at seventeen, who had me at nineteen. Gran, however, still had the spirit of a sixteen year old.

So with little hesitance, as I had nothing left for me in Charlotsville, Montana, I packed up the majority of my things, and trekked halfway across the country. I arrived at my Grans modestly sized two story house not even a full day later. Her house was a bright yellow, with dark blue shudders. It was cute, and definitely showed some of Gran's bright personality.

She ushered me in, all smiles and chatter.

"Oh Carrie, it's so good to see you again! You look so grown up." She said. I smiled, returning the hug she swept me into.

"It's nice to see you again too, Gran." Gran waved her hand at me. "Oh come in all the way! It's getting cold out there,"

It was nice to see her again, so I had stayed downstairs and talked with her a bit. She had set me up in the spare room upstairs. The walls were jade green, the full sized bed had a white fluffy comforter, and hard wood floors were covered by a cream colored rug. It had a nice sized closet, which i immediately filled with my large amount of clothing. It was also how I had gotten into my current predicament. Laying on my back, listening to the rain fall, nothing to do.

Back in Montana I had no shortage of friends. You could even say I was a little bit popular. I was definitely not used to having nothing to do. A knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts.

"Come in," I called. Gran poked her head through, her grey hair done up in curlers, as it was every night.

"Hey honey, I just finished up my episode so I'm headed to bed. The fridge is full if you get hungry. Don't forget we have dinner with the Davidson's tomorrow." She said.

I scrunched my nose in confusion. "You never mentioned that. Who are the Davidson's?"

Gran laughed but shook her hand at her forgetfulness. "Oh the Davidson's are old friends of mine. They have two sons around your age. Mrs. Davidson is a good friend of mine from church," She said

I nodded before bidding her a goodnight. After I heard her shuffle to her room, I waited a good twenty minutes before deciding it was safe to sneak out for a walk. Walking always made me feel better.

Slipping on some rain boots and grabbing a hoodie to save me from some of the light rain, I slipped out the front door. It was a colder night, with blustery winds that blew the just-beginning-to-fall yellow and red leaves around. I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. With no real destination in mind, I ambled down the street. I had been walking for a good forty-five minutes when I realized I was no longer in grans neighborhood. The houses had started getting fewer and further between. Gran lived on the edge of town, so it was no surprise I was already out in the boonies.

It was dark, and without the help of streetlights or the moon, I decided to turn around. I had been walking for about thirty seconds when the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I had always had a sort of sixth sense to knowing when someone was watching me, and this was definitely the case. I sent a worried glance behind me, but only the dark forest leered back. Nearby, a wolf howled, its voice echoing through the air. A shiver ran up my spine, and the distinct urge to run filled my brain.

My legs felt like jell-o. My heart beat so hard, I swear it was about to jump out of my throat. Run, run, run.

"Hello," A voice said. With a jump, I spun around to face one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had hair the color of butter, and it shone even in the complete darkness.

"Jesus," I replied, holding a hand to my heart. "You scared the shit out of me!"

The woman merely smiled. A feeling of dread filled my body, and I somehow knew she was no good.

"Sorry about that. I'm Naomi, what's your name?" She asked conversationally. I gave a nervous laugh, slowly inching backwards, towards town.

"Um, Carrie." I replied. I gestured back behind me. "I really should be going. My Gran will start worrying," I explained.

The woman gave me another smile. This one, much, much more menacing. "Oh darling, you're not going home," She said.

My heart skipped a beat, and I didn't even give her another second before I spun around and sprinted faster than I have ever run in my life. The only sound I could hear was my feet pounding against the pavement until something grabbed me by the hood of my sweatshirt. Suddenly I was slammed to the ground, my head smacking against the asphalt. The woman flipped me onto my back, pinning me to the ground.

It was now with her face so close to mine that I noticed something else about her. Her eyes were red. I started to scream, but she slapped her hand over my mouth.

"Don't scream, my little rabbit," She cooed. Pinning me down with her knees, she used her free hand to run her nail down my cheek. "I'll make this one quick...ish."

The hand over my mouth slid down to my throat, and she started squeezing. I couldn't breath. I clawed my fingers at her hand, but it was no use. Her skin was cold as ice, and as unmoving as stone. I kicked my legs, causing her to laugh.

"Oh fight little rabbit," She cackled. My vision started to blur, and just before I lost consciousness, I swear I saw a wolf jump from the corner of my eye.

Oh Snap! Next up, a much longer chapter two!

-Steph