Author's Note : Hey! This is my first story everyone, and I'd really love some reviews and critics!

I'd appreciate it so much!

Chapter 1

A wolf out of the bag.

I ran down the stairs as soon as I heard a car go in our driveway.
I had been bored for hours as it was the last day of summer holidays and I wanted to see what my parents had bought from their shopping trip.
They had promised me some treats, probably chocolate chip cookies, and I couldn't wait to get them.
I was by the door before my mother came in, and she smiled at my over-excited attitude. She often said that I was like a puppy, always eager and happy.

It never bothered them, it actually made their day.

"Hey Inari, how are you?" She asked as she kissed my cheek.

"I'm fine, actually, I finished reading that book you gave me last week." I told her, smiling at her astounded expression.

"Oh dear, you do read very fast!" She exclaimed and laughed.

She started emptying the groceries on the table, and I proceeded to put them where they belong.

"Where is dad?"

My mother raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Oh, probably making sure the garage is clean and that his beloved camera is - oh, there you are, Evan." she was cut off by the soft kiss on her hair that my father gave her.

My parents we're very happy together, and I always admired how much love they could share.

My father, Evan Crow was born here in Forks reserve, and he was today an professional nature photographer.
He worked as a reporter to an international science magazine and was a very courageous, fearless man.

My mother, Susan Crow (her actual name is Susanna) was from Finland, and was a jewelry maker.
She made the pearls herself, from glass, and was a shaman's granddaughter.
I shared almost everything with her, and me and my father usually went hiking together. He also taught me how to take good photos.
My family had always been an important part of my life, since I hardly made friends before.

The morning was bright, with cloudy skies. I got out of bed lazily, and went to get some breakfast.
I looked out of the window in a daze.

As I brushed my teeth, I examined my figure. My dark green eyes looked tired, and the tip of my narrow nose was a bit red.
My puffy lips where usually quite ripe, and my hair closer to a honey shade than blonde.
I was pretty, I couldn't go around it, I just never really cared about how I looked.

Driving to school, I eyed the forest thoughtfully. I had one of those weird dreams again, where I was a wolf and running in the woods with a pack.

Not long ago, right after we came back to the Quileute Reservation, I started having dreams. When I told my mother, she told me something I shouldn't forget.

I am a to-be shaman. My great-grandmother was a shaman, a 'Noaidi' in a very secluded Sami-tribe.
Once when she was chanting, the spirits had told her that from her fruits fruit, a new shaman will be born.

She decided that it was for the best and taught my mother everything she could, from playing the tambourine and drying weeds to the actual chanting.

She made her learn the words by heart so Susanna could teach them to me.

Later on, my mother lost belief in these supernatural things. When we moved here this summer and I mentioned the visions, she told me about this.

She granted her grandmothers last wish, and taught me all she remembered.

I now knew the Reindeer chant, a song for a good year, praying the spirits to give the tribe's reindeers safety, and the Wolf song, which was only to be sang by a Wolf brother, a shaman that was spiritually brothers with a wolf. This was all still very vague, but interesting, and I couldn't wait to find out more about it.

As I arrived to the schools parking lot, I turned onto a free spot, took the key out and threw my bag on my shoulder as I went out of my fairly new car.

I strolled to the front door and blended into the crowd, even thought I had light blonde hair between the masses of black and brown hair.

I ignored the curious glances, as I already knew I was a new face.

I still looked fairly similar to them, since my skin was the same dark as my fathers, a tanned, bronze-like shade.
My mothers skin was very pale, white as a sheet compared to us.
We made a lot of jokes about it.

I walked over to the office to get my schedule and the school map.
The secretary was very nice, she gave me directions to my first class and wished me good luck.
I went to the second floor and sat down on the last free seat.

I took my notebook out and my favorite pen.

The seat next to me was taken by a girl with dyed dark blue hair.
She was also wearing a t-shirt with wolves, I couldn't have missed it.
She smiled at me, and I smiled back awkwardly, not really knowing if she was trying to be nice or smiling out of pity or meanly.
"Hey," she began with enthusiasm,

"I'm Jocelyn. Who are you?"

I stuttered as I wasn't expecting any conversations on such a short notice.

"Uh.. Hi, um, my name is Inari, n-nice to meet you." I said pretty awkwardly and smiled even more like it.

"Oh, what a nice name, Inari, was it? Where is it from?" Jocelyn asked eagerly.

I had by now collected some courage and managed to say something without much of stuttering.

"It's from Finland, originally a name of the Sami-people, some kind of tribe in the north." I said fluently, now knowing what I was talking about.

"Wow, that's so cool! My name is pretty average compared to that!" she joked and smiled. I maybe had made a friend.

"Oh, watch out, this history teacher is really into Europe.

Like everything he teaches us has something in common with Europe. He might even know about the people you just talked about!" She whispered to me as a nicely dressed man came into the classroom.

"Everybody quiet down please," He began with a british accent, and I quickly nodded to Joanna and smiled. She was very clever, especially for guessing how much I thirsted for knowledge on this subject.

"I'll now begin the lesson. My name is Klaus Sanderson, and I am your history teacher this year.
The first lessons will be about the Antique and the Middle Ages…"

As the teacher talked, I slowly drifted into the deep state of mind called studying.

Thanks for reading! I'll post my second chapter soon if this one gets enough reviews (note that one is enough).