/N Okay so I'm pretty sure you can tell who's who when you read. It was pretty clear to me but if you can't PM me and I'll clear it up. This is a revised chapter because as I was reading through it again I found lots of holes and things that I thought I had typed out that I really didn't (this is what happens when you write things out in your head and just slap it onto paper lol) and I added the preface to this chapter since it's so short :P anywho I hope you guys like it!

DISCLAIMER! This is for the entire fic. I don't own any recognizable characters...so are there any new ones? Hopefully you will find out!

Preface~

Okay let's get something straight right off the bat. I'm NOT a helpless little girl who needs someone to look after her. I'm a shape sifter. A female shape shifter and if you know anything then you know that female shifters are really rare. Even rarer still are female shape shifting wolves. There used to be way more of us but indirectly, thanks to a certain group of macho leaches there only a handful running around. As female shifters go I'm not anything special. I'm really short and not all that strong when you compare me to the other guys or even the other girls. But I like to think I can hold my own simply based on the fact that I have a lot of experience. A lot of people get me and my fellow pack members confused with werewolves but I assure you that we are not werewolves. Yes we turn into wolves but we are completely different...okay not completely but you get the idea.

Anyway this is my story (and a bunch of other super natural beings). My name is Sierra Little-creek and I'm a wolf.

Chapter One

No matter where she went the supernatural world always seemed to follow her. She tried to stop phasing. Nada. She tried to leave her pack. Nada. She contemplated killing herself. Nada. Too many people who counted on her to always do the right thing. There. That was her problem, loyalty. She was to loyal. Loyal to herself. Her family. Her pack. Her tribe. Sierra's thoughts drifted...

It never mattered to anyone in her tribe that her childhood was ripped away, all they would say was "It's for the best." " your the only one who can protect us now" " your doing whats best for the tribe" these phrases and many more were all she heard from the time she was twelve. Not everyone spoke them because not everyone knew what she was. But every time she heard those words it was as if the whole tribe were shouting at her. But by the time the others had started phasing she knew what her role was in the tribe and she took it seriously.

The first one ,after her, was Kevin Coltsfoot. She was sixteen at the time and he had just turned seventeen. It was assumed by the counsel that he would become the Alpha unless another boy presented himself worthy. He accepted his role out of duty but as the others started coming into the pack he was unsure and not always helpful. It seemed he was not a natural leader where as Sierra was born to lead.

The other wolves phased gradually and one by one they took their place in the pack. Jason White-feather, Matthew Willow, Carlos Benjamin, Marco Williams, and Jaws. The girl in the woods smiled slightly as she thought of her favorite pack brother. Daniel, no one had ever really called him by his real name. He was always the biggest in school and he was a force to be reckoned with on a football field but it was when he changed that he really grew into his nickname. He was out on patrol alone and saw a leech standing in a meadow. He thought of howling but decided to take this creature by surprise. To his credit he only came out with a few injuries but Sierra still chewed him out for not calling in the rest of the pack. He simply smirked and asked if they would have wanted pop-corn to go with the show. Arrogant. Full of it. Stuck on himself. Big Baby. Brat. But there was nothing in the world that she wouldn't do for him. Or any of her brothers. They were her family and they always would be. Memories started to flood her mind.

The first two vampires they crossed as a pack was a new born and it's creator. With eight wolves it was considered an easy battle although not one without injuries. But it was an accomplishment for them. The first time they really acted as a unit. A pack. That was four years ago, so much had changed since then. When their biggest worry was a few stray leeches.

Sierra's thoughts drifted back to the present. To why she had left everything behind.

She was in La Push, Washington. Right on the boarder to Forks ,Washington to be exact. Her purpose was not clear although she was certain that she was to find the other packs. Finding them wasn't the problem. Talking to them, telling them what she knew, how she knew it and why she was there was the problem. Sierra really didn't even know why she was doing all this...

Why I risk my life for some stupid packs who don't have anything better to do then chase down a few stray leeches is beyond me...

Sierra was sitting in a rock at the boarder between the two towns simply waiting until a wolf happened by. There were easier ways to find them,since physically they looked like they were on steroids and always traveled together even as humans. But this was by far the most effective when it came time to actually speak with them. They would be on edge with someone so close to their lands. Patrols would increase and if she player her cards right they would end up coming to her instead of the other way around . Sierra lucked out when the shifter turned out to be female. Sighing inwardly she waited until she was sure the female shape-shifter had seen her.

Sierra had found the only female shifter in a 500 mile radius. Call it luck or providence but the girl in the woods would take it. It was easier and a lot simpler to talk to a shifter who needed someone to understand them. Who really didn't have anyone to tell them what was going on like the boys did. She was probably considered an anomaly, something they didn't understand and do be quite frank Sierra didn't believe anyone outside of another female shifter could. Turning her attention back to the grey wolf she could practically read what was going through her mind.

Why in the world isn't this girl screaming her head off and running away.

To give her some self-preservation ,Sierra was only going to stay long enough to make sure she could identify this wolf by smell when she phased back to her human form. Slowly Sierra walked backwards into the woods opposite of the grey wolf. Turning she jogged toward the main road leading connecting the small town of Forks ,Washington and La Push Reservation.

Sighing happily now that the first part of her plan was complete she hopped in her truck sitting on the side of the road and headed to Forks. Parking in front of the Carver Cafe she grabbed her purse and headed inside.

"Pick any spot you want sweetie" offered a woman ,who at first glance appeared to be in her mid 30's, across the counter.

A murmured " Thanks" and Sierra seated herself in the very back of the cafe with her back against the wall facing the door. The well spoken words of her policeman father entered her mind and she glanced at the menu.

Don't ever sit with your back to a door. You never know who could sneak up on you.

That advice had come in handy in more than one situation on her travels.

A voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"What can I get you sweetie?" The middle aged woman asked "My names Margaret by the way.

"Hello Margaret, " replied Sierra " I'm Sierra and I would love a cup of coffee!"

Smiling, Margaret asked "How do you take it?"

"Black, but do you think you could add a pack of cocoa to it?"

"Sure thing sweetie! Anything else?"

"Um, how 'bout some hot apple pie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream?"

"Sure thing! It'll be right out."

As Margaret walked away Sierra looked out the window watching the people go by.

It was summer which meant less stares for since she still looked sixteen. At times she hated her never changing body. At others it came in handy. She had a soft angelic face and could literally bat her eyes and get whatever she wanted, but the best part in her mind was the fact that everyone, even her own pack, underestimated her. She couldn't count how many time she had won a mock fight because they simply didn't focus and couldn't believe that she would be able to win. On the other hand she wanted to grow up. To have everything everyone else seems to get so easily. She envied humans for their ability to age and someday die. She envied leeches for complete ability to just freeze time and really not die for as long as they wished.

Unless of course they run across a pack of wolves. The amused thought ended with the waitress bringing her the coffee and apple pie.

"Here you go sweetie!" Margaret said " And the cocoa's already in there."

"Thank you Margaret"

"Your welcome. Give me a holler if you need anything else."

"I will"

Sipping her coffee Sierra contemplated getting a hotel room or a apartment. She didn't know how long she would be staying or if she would even be welcome. One thing was for sure she wouldn't be leaving until she talked with that wolf's pack. Or at the very least the she-wolf.

If I can't get one she-wolf to talk to me then I have no business doing this.

With that in mind Sierra got up and asked for the local paper. Taking it back to her seat she looked in the housing section. She would be staying for as long as it took.

A/N just so everyone is aware most of this will be 3rd person (or as best as I can write it). Thank you to DracoLover14 for giving my the courage to post this story even though I didn't think I should, and for writing about some of my favorite Twilight characters! And a HUGE thanks goes to DasMervin who is allowing me to use a few elements from some of his work. His work is well written and pretty fantastic to if you need a break from reading the same old stuff or if your looking for some inspiration check out some of his stuff! Okay that was a really long author's note but I'm hope your still reading!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own twilight or any recognizable people. I do own Sierra and her pack though.