This is my first story for Twilight, so I apologise for anything that is terribly OOC for the characters. POV changes should be noted but it's possible that one or two will slip through so I apologise for that as well. I don't own Twilight, or any other books in the series, they are the property of Staphine Myer. I don't own vampires or werewolves/shifters either, I don't really know who owns them, but it ain't me. Enjoy.
Chapter 1 - Welcome Back
Isabella's POV
I'm Isabella Swan, better known as Izzy or Bella, and am reclining in my seat on the flight from Phoenix to Forks. My best friends, Dianne and Daniel Cobalt, were snoring quietly a few seats away, their long black hair tied into ponytails, Daniel's at the nape of his neck and Dianne's at the top of her head. I smiled at the two, thankful that we'd all exhausted ourselves before getting onto the plane; otherwise there would be absolute and utter chaos. For the majority of the flight, which, I determined after a quick glance out the window, was almost over, the three of us had slept. Reaching across the empty seat that separated me from Dianne, I nudged the other girls shoulder, bringing her back to awareness swiftly, her twin waking with her.
Dark blue eyes glanced around the cabin, taking in the other passengers. "We almost there?" Daniel asked tiredly, stretching his long, darkly tanned arms above his head as he yawned, the hem of his tank top rising as he did so to expose some of his muscles.
Dianne elbowed him sharply as I answered; ignoring the way the air rushed from the male twins lungs. "Yeah, I caught a glimpse of the coast just before I woke you." My chocolate brown eyes fixed them both with a light glare, warning them silently to behave themselves, this would be their first time in Forks, and they had been excited about it all week, especially after they heard about the Quileute Pack. The only shifters they'd ever met where our own pack, La Rose. I couldn't really blame them for being exited about that, my first time meeting other shifter had been a startling experience, the pack of shifters that I'd met had ended up joining the La Rose pack, they'd lost there Alpha in a fight with a vamp not long before I met them so they integrated easily.
"We'll behave, promise." Dianne said looking resigned as she fiddled with the cord around her neck, the small wooden carving of a wolf moving slightly with each of her motions.
Each member of the pack had a cord just like it, I wore mine on my ankle or around my neck, depending on if I was wearing shoes or not, like the rest of the female members of La Rose, while the guys wore them around either there ankle or wrist. The cords doubled as a way to keep our clothes with us when in wolf form, since it was a pain in the ass to carry them in our mouths. I sighed heavily as the twins got into a squabble about who was going to cause more trouble, the rest of the pack had bet on Dan causing the most trouble, he knew how to get on everyone's last nerve, even ever calm even tempered Sarah, we all still winced at the memory of the fight that had followed that. The entire pack had sworn to never anger the light grey wolf ever again, and I'd made it clear that the next wolf who pissed Sarah off was on there own, no way was I stepping between a pissed of Sarah and any other member of the pack.
"Would you just shut up?" I growled at the twins. They both meekly did as told and were silent until the plain landed and we collected our luggage. Leaving the airport, we quickly catch sight of the forest green van waiting in the parking lot, a familiar man with dark brown hair and grey eyes that were almost black leaning against the door. A smile flashed onto his face as we walked over, I snorted faintly and tossed one of my bags at him.
A smirk of victory fell into place on my lips as the air left his lungs with a satisfying hiss. "What was that for, boss?" He asked once his air supply had returned to him, the twins and I having tossed our bags into the back of the van.
"I owed you one for that stunt you pulled in Phoenix." I reminded him, and he winced, remembering the tongue lashing I'd given him after the incident.
He ducked his head in apology and threw the bag I'd tossed at him into the back of the van. We all piled into the vehicle and entered tragic, I was driving, the twins were in the back and my other pack member was in the seat beside me. His names Cooper Harrison and he's been a member of La Rose for almost as long as I have.
Sighing heavily I glanced over at Cooper out of the corner of my eye. "What's been happening since I left?" I asked quietly, and the twins twitched in their seats only stilling when I sent a glare at them through the rear-view.
Happy to have been forgiven Cooper rolled into a long report of what had been happening in Forks since I left for Phoenix three years. The finer points of his report included the number of La Push wolves expanding and incorporating the first female in something like ten generations, that had to be hard on her, I made a mental note to contact the Quileute pack in the next few days. Some vampire nomads had been passing through, interested in the Cullen's no doubt, and had caused trouble for the pack before they left, one short. And now one of those same nomads is back in town seeking revenge, the other remaining member of the group had been taken out by the La Push gang.
"Why were they on our land to begin with? They've never crossed the border line before; they're too scared of the vamps." I muttered, more to myself than my pack members.
Cooper was looking distinctly shifty as he glanced out the window of the van; I growled a warning at him. "The Cullen's had left, to protect one of the girls in town that knew the secret. They got to the rouge before we could, the girl was fine, the nomad had wanted to kill her. They still don't know that there's another pack here, the council seems to have kept their promise."
Yes, I agreed silently. Perhaps to well. The promise was really more of a treaty, we don't enter Quileute territory or harm any of the La Push wolves and they leave us, the vamps and our territory alone. The legends that had been told by the Quileute people have heavily edited the whole affair, so I doubt the current pack even knows about the existence of other shifters. A calm silence filled the van as we continued down the roads to the packs house.
Sighing heavily, I toss my bags onto my bed and glance around my room, pale blue walls and dark forest green carpeting. The bed covers were the same colour and style that I remember having when I left Forks, browns and greens, much like the majority of the house, we all preferred earthen colours, we weren't quite sure if it was a wolf thing or not. I made quick work of moving my clothes from my bags to my closet, my other belongings, mostly books that I'd been reading while off in Phoenix, were placed on the bookcase. The desk played host to my laptop and I-phone, both in black.
The sounds of the rest of the pack welcoming our youngest member's home wafted up the stairs to my sensitive ears, along with a mental warning that the pack was going to start talking about imprinting if I wanted to get of the house, they knew how I hated the subject. Grateful for the warning, I grabbed a spare set of clothes to dump at the edge of the forest for in case of emergency, and hurried out of my room and down the hall; I jumped down the stairs, completely skipping them all. "Henry, hold down the fort while I'm gone." I ordered as I walked out the door, closing it firmly behind me.
Removing the cord from around my neck and placing my spare clothes in a small hollow of a tree near the edge of the forest, I slipped out of my clothes in a bush, bundled them with practised efficiency and tied them to my ankle, letting myself phase easily into my wolf form. I was the odd one out in the pack, while every other member of the pack had fur that was a close match to their hair; my fur was pure white while my human hair was dark brown. I shook my large head with a huff and bounded off towards the mountains.
Alpha? One of my pack questioned, it was one of the guys. The sound of a second set of footfalls reached my ears and a few moments later a large black wolf fell into step beside me, his Amethyst eyes glancing at me in concern. You okay?
Yeah. I answered, letting my legs slow their movements so that Saffron didn't have to sprint to keep up with me. Anything happen on your patrol?
Eh, same old same old. He replied along with the impression of waving a hand.
I let out a snort of laughter and nudged the slightly larger wolf with my shoulder. Both of our ears twitched as we heard the tell tale footfalls of other wolves, sharing a glance with Saffron the two of us took off deeper into our territory, away from the border line that separated the two packs land. We split a few minutes later as he returned to his patrol and I continued my run.
I returned to the house late that night to the welcome home party. I jogged up the steps and into the kitchen, snatching a pie from Jonathon as I passed him. The man complained for a moment but simply took another from the plate on the table, he knew better than to try to take anything from me.
As the party continued I glanced around at my pack, checking them all for any injuries. Everyone other than Saffron and Samantha were here, the two wolves still patrolling our lands.
Henry, my Beta, was leaning against the wall nearest to the sliding back door, his brown hair messier then usual, likely from a spar with one of the guys, golden brown eyes met my own for a moment, before they returned to surveying the surroundings.
Lauren, a black haired girl with only a singlet top and jean shorts, was laughing at the table as she tousled her imprints hair, Steven, the imprint in question, just batted at her hand in a playful manner, his dark eyes scrunched up as he laughed along with his girlfriend.
Hailey and Clair, who were posing as siblings due to their similar hair colouration, both having light brown hair, Hailey's having a hint of grey streaked through the brown, were sitting on the sofa, exchanging taunting jibes with Jonathon and Joanne, a set of siblings who had matching rusty brown hair and sparkling caramel eyes.
Greg and Norman were stuffing their faces. Clearing my throat, I growl a warning at them, both men pause and glance apologetically at me before continuing to eat at a more reasonable pace. Norman had his shoulder length mousy brown hair pulled back into a ponytail while Greg's light brown hair was in its usual messy disarray.
Jeffery and Matilda, who are a married pair, both wolves, both imprinted to the other, Jeffery's black hair contrasting with Matilda's light brown where they are curled up to each other, their children, each having unlocked the shifting abilities, were sitting nearby. Frank is throwing them food every other minute.
Francis, Frank's sister, scoffs at the male and cuffs him hard enough to send him face first into the solid surface of the table; she tossed her short red brown hair, which barely fell to her shoulders, back behind her.
The twins are sitting quietly in the corner, Dan eyeing Sarah cautiously.
Anita and Cooper were talking quietly in the corner.
Hector nudges my shoulder from his seat beside me, his light brown hair cropped short and his blue eyes sparkling. "Welcome home, boss." He states simply.
I smile at him. It's good to be home. I think to myself, a smile spreading across my lips as I enjoy the compony of my pack as the party continues.