My name is Reina Martin. I am eighteen years old. I was orphaned at sixteen years old when my parents died. They were killed by the Volturi, ancient vampires. My father was a werewolf. He grew up in La Push, Washington. I live in Alpena, Michigan. And it is too damn cold to live here. So I have decided to move back. My parents were co-presidents of a very successful company. When they died, they left me with forty billion dollars. Growing up I had everything I could ever want. Toys, dolls, iPods, phones, and cars. I got my first car when I turned fifteen, a red Ferrari. My second car I got for Christmas that same year, a 1964 baby blue Mustang Convertible. My third car I got on my own for my seventeenth birthday, a 2011 yellow Camaro. When I said my father was a werewolf I meant it. I am one too. All my senses are boosted four-hundred percent more than the average dog. I have amazing hearing, sense of smell, sight, speed, and strength. Sometimes I can hear faint voices, I wonder if they can hear me too.