Author's note: Please note that all Originals characters are owned by the author and that Twilight characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, this story is not written for financial gain. All stories written by Inkharbour for fanfiction are for recreational purposes only.

Hello, everyone( or anyone who is reading this)

This is my first fanfiction story, I've been reading fanfiction for 3 years and have finally plucked up the courage to write my own story. The purpose of this note is to explain that there are many original characters and the story begins with a lot of them and slowly incorporates characters that readers will be familiar with, however the main characters are twilight characters, so please don't get confused. Oh and Forgive me please if the seasons and times are slightly different from the norm, I'm from the southern hemisphere our seasons are of course different but I tried to be as accurate as possible. Perhaps I should also include all the warnings or tags as I prefer to call them. wolves with abilities, imprinting, includes dom sub pregnancies which means mpreg, bashing of certain characters and it doesn't really follow the twilight plot so I guess a little AU-ish.( the wolves also age a lot slower so their actual age is like 10 years older than their age suggested by their appearances) . I think that's it so.. I hope you enjoy it and please I would love as much feedback as possible.

Regards

Inkharbour

Prologue: The Quitaran

The Quitaran tribe, a small population of 1 700 people, nestled inland between Toronto and Ontario in a town called Otahan. Otahan, a small town with a total population of 3 500 people, a local vernacular of Canadian French, the community is small and enjoys a nostalgic country lifestyle afforded by the beauty of the area. The town is self-efficient, optimizing on it's abundance in natural resources whilst still respecting nature's ever so delicate balance. The history of the town is somewhat simplistic in that the Indians migrated to Canada in search for better land and settled here which is why the founders of the town are all Quitaran families however the origins of this tribe are unknown. Otahan, in summary is a small town of no historical significance and no functional significance. Just an upstart drowsy urban-village that is nestled in the pocket of land that resembles the tundra version of the garden of Eden. But that's to the pale faces, to the tribe Otahan and it's Otakwa mountain is their homeland away from their Quileute origins. The founding families the Merazs', the Hunters' and the Trentons' are the backbone of their community and the real history of the tribes' roots lies in mysticism, folklore and legends.

Hector Meraz, woke slowly feeling the chill of the morning, which could only be felt in the absence of his bedmate. A small frown forms on Hector's sleep ridden face, with a silent mental sigh, he uses his hand to test his hypothesis and it retrieves air and cold sheets, proving what he already knew to be true. Hector understands his bedmates' occasional need to be awake at the crack of dawn but that didn't mean he had to like it, with an exaggerated huff as if exhaling for an audience he stumbles into the adjacent bathroom, groping blindly for the light switch on the wall. When his hand connects with hard plastic, the lights illuminate the spacious bathroom as Hector enters. Yawning lazily, the cobwebs of sleep and dreams in his mind that spun themselves dizzy in his sleep, are wiped away when his face comes into contact with warm water, washing his face Hector's mind begins to quickly bring itself up to speed, His nose registers the smell of delicious foods and lots of it, his ears note the sound of voices chattering and the buzz of conversation and laughter, "Merde. What is going on down there?" perplexed Hector racks his still sleep haggled brain to explain all the activity going-on downstairs. The 10th December his brain supplies simply. Oh yes! The 10th, the man staring at Hector through the transparent glass, chuckles quietly at the realization making his laugh lines and crows feet more pronounced and his greying hair adds to the aged but decidedly still attractive look, his mouth is pulled up in one corner in a small smile. At the family reunion. He whistles an unknown tune that is born out of his own invention breaking the monotony of his daily grooming routine.

Meanwhile 2 stories downstairs, the kitchen is bustling, the thick heady aroma of home cooked food permeates the air, the open plan kitchen's black granite tops are overflowing with eats and treats. The stove and the oven being worked to their functional limits by their harsh task masters Mr. Hunter, Mrs Trenton and Mrs Meraz. The task masters all planning and plotting more tasks as the stream of people entering the house flows continuously. They sit, stand and arrange themselves around the furniture in the informal lounge. They are litter the spacious living space in social circles that vary in size and some more decorate patio outside, the males' barbequing, laughing and catching up. A small group of children playing some infantile game outside. The happy atmosphere in the air carried lightly by the slight breeze from Otakwa as if agreeing with the festives. One of the task masters the youngest and fairest of the three, Elizabeth Meraz looks at the stairwell as her father-in-law steps down the stairs, dressed in black pants, black loafers, a white knit with a deep blue cardigan underneath peaking through the v of the knit, moving with a grace and energy that belies his age and his face adorned with a big warm smile; " Morning, everyone, " he greets cheerfully in his gruff voice, the ocean of faces almost simultaneously replies cheerfully in various tones and timbre of voices. Elizabeth's thin lips quirk into a smile as he steals a muffin from the basket on the counter top of the island and returns the greeting shyly but just as cheerfully " Bonjour Monsiuer Meraz" " it's Pere Lizzie," he corrects her gently and takes a generous bite of his muffin and moans appreciatively " So you like them?" she asks anxiously wiping her hands on a dish cloth as she starts to serve him breakfast, Hector occupies the closet stool as he answers " You made them? They nearly taste like Pups" he says in surprise, she nods enthusiastically " Oui, it is Mere recipe, he was showing me, how to do it when just before he left this morning, I hoped that they tasted right" she explains as she hands him a plate filled with a hearty breakfast.

Hector doesn't even blink at the portion size and digs in but not before replying with " oui they do taste right, a little better even, " he compliments. His voice drops to a consipirital whisper "but don't tell Pup I said that". He winks at her and continues eating. Slipping into his earlier musings about the festives, the annual comeration of the Quitaran that celebrates the tribe's customs and traditions. Pack meetings, Bonfire, storytelling, learning about the pack and inducting a new alpha, So proud that Ezra has finally decided to take over...At 42 I thought he would never. Hector laughs internally at his son's stubbornness as memories hazily collect in his mind and bring him fond recollections of past gatherings. Always such a lovely time..

Shaking his head lightly, his focus returns to this morning's worry " did he say where he was going?" he says between mouthfuls. " No he didn't say, but said he'll be back soon" Elizabeth replies as she dives into the large pantry,. Hector's worry on the whereabouts of his spouse increases slightly from not seeing him anywhere in the perimeter. His eyes scan the house again and retrieve exactly what his hand this morning did: nothing.

It's unusual for him to be gone so long, I wonder where he could be? Hector wonders through the last bites of bacon and toast, he doesn't wonder for long because the heavy oak wood door opens to reveal his enormous 7 foot, curly haired son and his beautiful husband Nicholas, who's usually smouldering storm grey eyes were light and dancing with mirth.

Alpha Ezra Meraz smiles as his eyes scan the house fleetingly registering the presence of his extended family and land on his wife and father who are talking quietly he smiles at this. " Piere, guess what I've brought you" he says as he gets' closer, bringing the mountainous amount of luggage with him effortlessly. Hector smirks " Bags mon fils? how lovely" Hector jests, Ezra rolls his eyes at his father as he reaches the kitchen counter pulling his wife into his arms, " I was talking about-" But doesn't get to finish his sentence as his little sister Tatiana ever the melodramatic explodes onto the scene, " Pere,Pere, Pere! Mere I'm home!" she calls comically from the door. Hector laughs at his daughters' antics and rises to meet her. " Tiana ma peitie fleur, I have missed you." He hugs her and kisses her forehead. Behind her more of his family enters his 2nd eldest Liam who is walking with Bruce-Tatiana's mate- and his lastborn Mala'Khai laughing quietly at his nephew Logan's joke and his eldest grandson Paul. Hector's smile widens as he sees his family in its entirety. The family greets with joy, bear hugs, kisses, laughs, and coos of concern -all from Nicholas complaining about his babies being too thin-

Whilst his children are settling in and stowing the luggage, Nicholas moves into his husbands anxious waiting arms, feeling the slight strain and worry etched on the corners' of Hectors face disappear, as he nears him. "Missed you" Hector whispers into Nicholas' ear. Nicholas smiles at him and kisses his lips in silent greeting and apology feeling a smidge of guilt at his husbands worry. Turning in his husbands arms so he's facing all his children, he takes a brief moment to look at all of them. Ezra, his firstborn, is flirting with his wife in the kitchen. As if sensing the stare Ezra looks up at his mother at winks at him. Nicholas's eyes travel a short distance to his 2nd eldest, Liam in conversation with Bruce, his charismatic personality, quick wit and humour that mirrors his elder brothers often makes people think that they are twins because they look similar in body structure and height except that Liam is slightly shorter and has stormier grey eyes and straight, hazelnut hair which is from himself whilst Ezra's is a curly inky black that matches his Piere's hair. Nicholas eyes move next to his princess, Tatiana, her beautiful heart-shaped face, dark grey eyes, soft caramel skin which spoke of her Quitaran heritage and reddish brown glossy wavy mane, make her truly beautiful like an exotic gem. She is talking animatedly to Logan, using her hands that express herself, clear evidence of her melodramatic character. Nicholas's eyes wonder around again until they land on Mala'Khai his lastborn, his pale silvery eyes spoke of an intellectual with intense and passionate soul, that gives him maturity that way surpasses his actual age and aura that demands respect not because of physical dominance like his brothers –of which he is the smallest, at 6'2 - but because of his character. Mala'khai is speaking quietly with his adoptive son Paul.

Paul Lahote- who's now Meraz- of the Quileute, Nicholas smiles as he looks at his adoptive grandchild, he hadn't physically changed at all in the past 5 years he's been with them. His skin still its rich russet hue that spoke of his Quileute origins, silver eyes that are much like Mala'khai's which leads people to believe that Paul was really his biological son. Thinking back to when Paul first came to them. Although physically he'd changed very little but emotionally and mentally he'd undergone a mini transformation. he's demeanour is happier, no longer so angry, still has a short fuse but no longer so aggressive and vindictive although his experiences left him irreversibly jaded –the pain still evident in his off-standish attitude and posture- but he was better, nearly whole again. Nicholas smiles at the adorable father-son moment and leans back into his mate feeling that everything is perfect for festive to begin or is it?