I'm going to give you the first three chapters as a taste, to get you interested! Please, bear with me on this first chapter, it's very vague. It's a baby I've been nursing for over a year and I can't bring myself to change anything about it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

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I felt like Don Corleone. Except instead of having someone murdered on the Jones Beach Causeway, I was settling for the Quillayute one instead. And rather than having someone murdered, I was having dinner being caught.

I felt like a queen bee lounging on her throne, waiting for her worker bees to scurry home with dinner. He seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because a derisive laugh escaped his lips.

I tried to hide my smugness but my attempts were feeble and so I gave up, suddenly standing and stalking out of the house, slamming the door to shut his hysterics out. I glowered up at the monochromatic sky, as if it were mocking me, too.

"I know I asked for this, so you don't need to rub it in," I declared to the sky.

My ears perked, even over his continued euphoric guffaws that issued from the house. They had arrived. I smirked to myself and ran off to meet them.

When I stopped, a full-grown male elk lay at my feet, not yet dead. His heart still beat courageously, but the beast was unconscious. I smiled.

"Well done, boys," I announced to my comrades.

I focused on the slowing heart rate of the animal before me. It wasn't much, but, Waste not.

I threw myself forward and sunk my teeth into the hairy, permeable flesh of the elk; feeling, immediately, the rush of blood, spilling out around the wound until I drew in, sucking up the liquid that puddled over the surface of the hole I'd created. As the blood began to gush quicker than I was drinking, I sucked harder, drawing in the sustenance and imagining myself one with the animal.

The sun was bright, shining high above like it had the last time I was in this place. The vision before me seemed unreal, like I'd dreamed it all up the first time and was now revisiting it.

But as I stepped forward once, twice, three times slowly, inhaling deeply the floral scent of the swaying grasses around me, I knew it was real.

For a second I could imagine the warmth from the sun having some kind of effect on my exposed skin, numbing the pain. But then everything went absolutely still, and the silence was no longer that of a peaceful meadow, but of a sanctuary disrupted by an intruder.

I opened my eyes and looked up to find a handsome male figure with gloriously gem-bright eyes locked on me. His features were striking and inviting, handsome, chiseled.

Maybe that's where I got the Godfather reference from. The man was handsome, like a young Al Pacino portraying Michael Corleone.

But dangerous.

I knew this was a bad idea. I knew that before I came here. But things were set in motion, things you couldn't prevent once they'd begun.

"Well this is a pleasant surprise," the man wondered aloud.

The beast shook greatly for a second, interrupting my flow of thoughts as the flow of blood decreased dramatically. As the last drops of life drew from the animal, its body lay still, wasted. There was no hope left for it.

I sighed, reflecting on death. Oh how, in its presence, I felt more immortal than ever.

A high-pitched, yet brief screeching sound interrupted my miserly ponderings, and I tore myself away from the carcass.

"Cornelia," I sighed.

I ran for no longer than a moment and entered a small clearing among the trees to find myself before a fight. If not for a collection of recently fallen tree trunks, I'd have not known this was a dense section of forest before the fight broke out.

"Cornelia, stop this immediately," I said, putting all my power in to my voice. They did not stop. I groaned, then put myself in the middle of the fight, pushing the two combatants apart.

"Not now," Cornelia grunted. "I hardly got a pass at him." She continued trying to make swipes at her battle partner around me, but I stood firm. She finally gave up her counter attack to receive the berating she knew was inevitable.

I turned to the instigator first. "Go," I said simply. He complied, shaking his head and then leaping past the debris he left behind to join the others closer to home.

"Why did you stop me? You always tell me to learn to fend for myself and yet when I get a chance to you stop me!"

"Yes I've told you to fend for yourself, not fight for yourself," I said sternly. "Don't misconstrue my words."

"But –" she began to fight me. I could tell in her eyes she wouldn't have a reasonable argument so I cut her off.

"Don't," I reprimanded her. "It's not worth the fight between us now. You know how much work there is to be done."

Cornelia hung her head. "Yes, Maker."

I groaned exasperatedly. "Do not call me 'Maker'! I am tired of him convincing you that you should!"

She hid a smirk and I stalked past her, infuriated.

You did this to yourself, I reminded myself. Pointing fingers only hides the real problem.

Focusing, I ran off back to the nest. I had a clan to tame and civilize by first period, Monday morning.