I kicked the closest moving box, sending it gliding across the wood floor. I chased after it, beating it to the center of the room. Ugh! I huffed, I hate unpacking. I hate packing. I hate moving, the whole system is completely exhausting. I looked around at my new room, studying it. This is the third time we've moved in less than two years. It's been hard, the entire family is fed up and we all have been arguing amongst each other but the place feels different. I kicked a stray packing peanut, at least this place feels different than any other place we've been.

We moved from Dallas, Texas (which is a hell hole if I've ever seen one,) to La Push, Washington. A quaint little beach town inhabited by a Native American tribe. Not only is it the home of the Quileute Tribe, it's my mother's hometown. My mother moved away from here about twenty years just after she met my father. Not long after she left, she got pregnant and then my parents married. I'm going to let you in on a secret, it wasn't the happiest marriage. But some how they kept it together to have three kids. She died just a little over eight years ago during childbirth, none of us really talk about her.

In fact, I'm still in total disbelief my father decided to move us here. By 'us,' I mean myself, my older brother R.J, my younger brother Frankie, and my Grandpa. I bit my lip, yep I've lived my entire life surrounded by grouchy men. That's a big reason why I've been single for all of my sixteen years of life. Well, that and I have a lot more bigger problems than the average teenager. The most pressing one is the fact that tomorrow we are going to a barbecue and I'm going to finally meet my grandmother, my mom's mom.

She's also my grandfather's ex-wife, confused yet? Let me see if I can explain myself better, see my Grandpa whose name is Al met a beautiful woman named Erlinda one sunny day while he was on vacation. Al and Erlinda played house for awhile but it didn't last long. Long story short, my grandfather went back to his home in Nevada, Erlinda went back to the reservation and they shared custody of my mother. He wasn't a big part of my moms life, but that changed when R. J was born. He came around and stayed, by the time I was born he was living with us. But there's a reason for that also, but I don't want to let all of my family secrets out just yet.

I heard shuffling and voices coming from downstairs, the guys must be back. They went to get pizza, I'm sure me and R.J will have a knock out, drag down fight tomorrow about whose going to go to the grocery store to stock up. But that's tomorrow's problem, I abandoned my mess of plastic and cardboard and headed towards their voices, taking the steps two at time, our new house is actually lovely. Being the only girl I got the biggest room, it was on the third floor, facing a man made pond, it had a rather large balcony and its own bathroom. The house wasn't a wood cabin but it had tons of wood fixtures and wood floors through out the entire house. It was an old house but fresh, it definitely had the potential of becoming a home.

I walked through the long hallway and passed the kitchen, I saw all four of my boys moving around on the deck. We still haven't gotten most of our furniture in. The movers say they'll be here tomorrow by three, I hope for their sakes they are prompt. I don't think my dad will keep cool for much longer. "So what does everyone think so far!?" I asked scooting into a the closest empty chair, snagging a slice of pizza.

"I think that I haven't been here for more than forty years and that I shouldn't have come back here at all." Grandpa snapped, popping open a can soda with one hand. He has been the most anxious about tomorrow. I panted him gently on his free hand, sending him good and calming vibes.

R. J didn't bother to responded he simply grunted between bites. My older brother prefers to beat up people rather than talk. In fact, I don't think I heard him speak until I was seven years old. "Well, I think it's great! There's a lot of great places to run and play at." Frankie said, picking off all the toppings of his pizza and eating them individually. This boy has some strange quirks, but I just adore him. I watched him in silence for a few minutes, he started in on the tomato sauce covered dough eating it without a care as he kicked his legs and was watching the tree line of the woods.

It's getting dark, we should hurry up and clean up so I can start getting everything ready. The entire world changes when it's nighttime and I like to be prepared for it. After dinner I spent most of the night playing with Frankie outside. We lived mostly in dessert areas, Dallas was the greenest place we ever lived so seeing large trees is new for us. The new sight has Frankie completely spellbound. I spent twenty minutes trying to coax him down from a fifteen foot tree he climbed while I wasn't looking.

After I got him off to bed I went back to the kitchen and found my dad bent over a stack of paperwork. "It's like they want to know everything from my blood type to my favorite sport." His voice sounded distant, he's been working on the final paperwork for his new job for three days. Paperwork is definitely not one of his favorite things to do. I pulled up a stool to sit next to him and began to organize the stacks of paperwork. "You don't have to do this…" He said with a crooked smile as he handed me two more sheets of paper to organize.

"Surreeee… I don't." I said sticking my tongue out playfully. "It's fine Dad, besides the sooner you go to bed the happier we all will be in the morning."

He elbowed me playfully in the side, "Hey I'm not that much of an asshole in the morning."

I grabbed at my ribs, feigning being in pain. I scooted away quickly, dodging his hand as he reached out to pinch me. "HA! You're getting slow old man!" I giggled as I ran around the kitchen island.

"Yeah, yeah…" He tossed a wad of paper at me making it bounce in the side of my head. "Get over here and give me a kiss goodnight. I'm leaving to work early in the morning, I'll be gone by the time you're awake." I went back around the table and opened my arms out for a bear hug. Though out his many flaws and all the trouble we've been through, he's the most amazing man I have ever met. He's also an even better father.

After I said goodnight to my father I went up my room to shower but afterwards I still felt keyed up. Maybe it is from the long drive we took,nor the two days of never ending packing…whatever the reason, I found myself staring over the rail of my balcony and not in my bed. It was just passed one in the morning, the sky was starless due to the cloud coverage, which I found out is normal around this area. Rainfall isn't definitely not something I am used to seeing. I was turning to head through my sliding doors when I heard a familiar sound.

The ground shaking howl of a wolf.