Heya! My name's Jesse. This story's about when I moved to Washington with my parents. The outskirts of Port Angeles; directly in the middle of Port Angeles and Forks. It was out of the city but still way to close to the hustle and bustle. Anyways, on with the story!

My parents and I were moving to Washington from Colorado. My dad's job transferred him because they're stupid idiots. I was perfectly happy there, but my parents said 'I need to experience a new environment with new surroundings, so this would be good for me.'

HA! Riiiiiight…

So, we get to our new house and it's humongous! Its two stories, white, with blue shutters, a balcony that wraps around the entire house on both levels, and an overly fancy staircase leading up to the porch. I hated it; it is way too big. My parents, on the other hand, absolutely loved it. Hell, I'd get lost in here!

I groaned to myself and walked to my horse trailer. I unlatched it and my horse, Matches, backed out. He gave me that look like 'What now.'

Shrugging my shoulders, I tied him to the trailer, went to my pickup, and drove it to where I was supposed to be building the fence.

I made a deal with my parents that I would leave the unpacking to them and I spent my time outside. Worked out quite nicely in my opinion.

I walked back to the front and got Matches. I figured he would have more fun watching me struggle then being tied up.

"This task ahead of me," I stated towards Matches, "is all for you! So you better appreciate it buddy." He threw his head up and down in response. Smiling at him, I began to dig holes for the posts.

Several hours later, he started to paw the ground and snort in the direction of the woods. I stopped and looked up; I seen nothing. I turned around slowly, glaring at him for scaring me, and he started it again.

"What is your problem? There's nothin' out there see," I said spinning around to spot a gigantic wolf only a few feet away. "Uh oh."

We stared at the wolf, expecting it to attack at any moment and when it didn't I whispered to Matches to get closer. I noticed him narrow his eyes at me and then he pushed me forward with his head.

"Traitor," I mumbled with a scowl. I looked back to the wolf and it was giving us a strange gaze.

"Umm…good wolfie. Nice wolfie. Uh sit?"

Its head tilted sideways and gave me a confused look. "Sit…please," I asked?

The wolf sat down, I smiled wide, and look at Matches over my shoulder. He had his ears laid back and eyes tapered. I started to walk towards the wolf when my dad came running out with a shotgun in hand.

"Jesse move," he shouted.

I ran to the wolf and stood in front of it, blocking my dads shot. "No Dad! He's a nice wolf; he's been sitting here for over five minutes and hasn't even attempted to attack us!"

"Prove it," he frowned.

I twisted slightly to face the wolf and muttered, "You better not eat me. I'm trying to save your life."

Very sluggishly, I stretched my hand out and put it on the wolfs' head. He nuzzled his ear into my palm, and wagged his tail. I smiled triumphantly, happy I proved my dad wrong.

"See! He's as friendly as a kitten," I beamed.

My dad seemed skeptical but walked backwards into the house, still eyeing the wolf and I.

I smirked and turned to look at Matches, "Ha! You're such a pansy!" He snorted at me and pointed his rear end my way. "Geesh, sore loser much," I laughed out.

The wolf nudged me in the shoulder and let out a soft bark. It sounded like he was laughing too.

I stood straight and stared the wolf in the eyes. His eyes seemed deep, thoughtful, and almost human.

"Hmmm, are you sure you're a wolf," I asked walking circles around him?

His eyes followed my every move, watching intently. Once in front of his face again, I swallowed the lump in my throat that I didn't realize had formed.

Howling in the distance caught our attention; he looked at me then took off running into the woods.

"Well, that was an interesting encounter. Wouldn't you say Matches?" Glancing at my paint horse, whose rear was still pointing in my direction.

"Pffft! You're terrible when it comes to holdin' a grudge," I growled.

"Jesse, time for dinner sweetie," Mom yelled from the door way.

"Ok. I'll be in once I get Matches back in the trailer."

She nodded and retreated back to the house.

I grabbed onto Matches lead rope and took him back to the trailer.

"Night bud! I'll see ya bright and early," I smiled.