Preface- Home

If I'm being honest, I never planned to write it all down. Writing, in anything other than song form, had always eluded me. It wasn't something that I had excelled at. Maybe it's just that I never had anything to write. But now, well it's just too good not to share. When I ran away from my problems, I didn't know that running would lead me home.

I can't bring myself to regret knowing them, any of them. The scars that it has brought me are something I'm proud of. I was a part of something bigger than myself. One day, years from now, they will have bonfires, when they tell our tales. The tale of the imprint that broke apart a family, the imprint that fell into place like a fairy tale, the wolf who waited years for his imprint to be ready, and the imprint and her wild wolf, who tried to saved them all. We would be remembered.

It had been a long time since I stood on that spot. Ten years to be precise. Ten years since we had packed up and left for the big city, leaving behind my friends, our family and even our home. New York had been exciting, and neither of my parents had been home birds. Trapped in the small town of La Push, they'd been hell bent on getting out since they turned eighteen years old, the only thing that had stopped them was me.

Tiny little baby me, turning up out of the blue, with two bold lines on a pee-stick. They had been stuck in that town eleven years longer than they planned. But they made it out, out to New York, away from the small town madness. They never had plans to come back. But I did. La Push was home, it had always been home. I had done most of my growing up here, my childhood was climbing trees in the forest and making dens in back yards. It had been a pretty great childhood, in my opinion. The boys and I had enjoyed it, anyway.

But now, here I was, twenty one years old and standing on the front porch of a house that had been abandoned in the middle of the night for a half-cocked job offer that had kick started my parents' lives. There was no time for goodbyes. No time for an eleven year old child roused from her sleep to scrawl a letter to her friends. There was only enough time to feel the pain tugging at her heart as she drove away into the darkness. I had kept in contact with a few people, my best friend Kim, my cousin Quil and I would talk occasionally on the phone, he had even come to visit me once. But I knew that this town wasn't going to be the same as I had left it all those years ago.

But I couldn't help buy hope maybe the little bit of brokenness inside me might had fixed itself when I stood on that porch, staring at the chips that had been carved out of the woodwork each month as I grew. I ran my hands down the etchings. This was home, this place was mine. I put down my bag and unlocked the door, I could feel it creaking from disuse. A smile crept on my face as I pushed it open, home after all these years.

Then I heard the voice shouting from behind me. 'Hey, what do you think you're doing over there? That's private property.'

I laughed and shook my head. Turning around to face the nosy sod who was interfering in my arrival home. I was faced with two massive boys, both of whom I recognised, but clearly didn't recognise me.'I know, it's mine.' I flipped my hair over my shoulder, wondering how long it would take for them to click and recognise the face in front of me.

'It can't be, this is an Ateara residence.' The taller of the two, the more brooding, growled. I looked him right in the eye.

'I know that Paul, don't you recognise your own girlfriend?'

Coming home was more of a change than I could ever have imagined it, but I wouldn't change it for the world. That was the day that changed my life.

A/N So, hi! I've been wanting to write an imprint story for quite a long time now, but I've never had quite the inspiration to get up off my butt and do it! Until now, that is. So please, give me a shot! Read it, let me know what you think, review if you liked it! Review if you didn't! Review if you want to leave me some helpful criticism, or even if you just feel like saying hi! I have high hopes for this annoying little plot bunny in my head, and what I really want to say is that if you stick in this with me, I'll love you all the way to the Moon-and-Back xxx