So I said I was going to rewrite my story Angels and Wolves and this is it. This is the prologue for the story and it is similar to the original prologue in only a couple of ways. This story is still an Embry imprint story and will include the same characters created in Angels and Wolves along with a few different characters I felt would fit in with the story. The same basic story line has been kept, but I wanted to rewrite everything because the old story was written so long ago that I look at it now and dislike the way I did it all.

I hope you all like the prologue. :)

Again, this story like Angels and Wolves is going to be dedicated to my cousin, Kevin (whom the character Kevin is based off of), who died of leukemia when he was a year old. I love you Kevin.

Did you hear him?

Listen,

I hear an Angel deep off in the brush,

Howling at the moon,

The Wolf.

Did you ever think,

Of the Wolf as an Angel?

God sends Angels of every form,

Protecting all that lives,

And the Wolf,

He is an Angel too.

-Tina M.

Angels are Watching Over Me

Most kids my age believe they're invincible, that they can do anything and everything and nothing bad will come of it. I used to feel the same way. I used to be a brave kid who would jump off of swing sets and hang upside down on the monkey bars. It wasn't until I was fourteen, when I received the shock of my life that I realized I wasn't invincible.

I woke up with a fever one night, not thinking much of it at the time. It had gone away about a day later after receiving some TLC from my parents. Then more symptoms started to appear. I was losing weight for no reason, I felt tired all of the time and constantly found random bruises on my skin that hadn't been there the day before. It wasn't until I had woken up with the worst headache I had ever had in my life that my parents took me to the hospital.

When I found out I had acute myeloid leukemia I didn't know what it really meant. I didn't know that the next two years of my life would be spent in and out of the hospital, being poked and prodded by doctors constantly just to try to keep me alive. It had all happened so quickly at first, one moment I was getting ready to go to high school and the next I was receiving chemo in a hospital bed. After about a month of treatment I had become hyperaware of all of it. I knew that nothing was going to be the same for me, that the days of hanging off of the monkey bars and being fearless were over. Cancer brought out fears that someone my age shouldn't even have to think about. I was afraid that I wouldn't survive the night, I was afraid that I would never get to do the normal teenage things like get my driver's license and go to prom. I was afraid that this hospital would become all I knew and that my only friends would be the doctors and nurses who took care of me. You couldn't let those fears affect you though, not when there was a high chance that those fears could become reality.

For two years I had to fight and act as if I wasn't scared. I had to watch my parents become completely immersed in my disease. Their whole lives had been turned upside down by my diagnosis, and they had gone from being carefree and fun to hovering helicopters that treated me like I was glass. I hated that it was my fault that they had changed and I hated the fact that I constantly worried about them abandoning me. I was adopted when I was only two years old, so I technically wasn't their child. Nowhere in the adoption papers did it state that they had to take care of a kid full of cancer. They could put me in a foster home at any time. I was fully prepared for it, and yet every day they stayed with me in the hospital. Every day my little brother Kevin would come into the room with his superhero action figures and play right beside me like everything was normal. They stayed with me through all of the pain, tears, bone marrow transplants, and chemo. They didn't have to love me, but they did, and their love and support is what kept me going.

They had given me strength, and when I had stared death in the face it was because of them that I was able to tell it to piss off. About a month after I had turned seventeen, Dr. Burk came into the room with a smile on his face that I had never seen before in my lifetime. I tried not to get my hopes up when he sat down in the seat across from me. Over the years, my optimism had dwindled and I only allowed myself to hope for small things. For example I always hoped that I would get pudding on my dinner tray instead of jello, and I hoped that my favorite gay nurse Ryan was taking care of me instead of Judith who couldn't crack a smile for the life of her. I was the one with the cancer and she couldn't smile…how ironic.

Anyways, Dr. Burk had come into the room and told us the news that we had all been waiting to hear. I was cancer free. At first, I didn't believe him and I laughed because I thought he was joking. Then he said it again with that same smile and I didn't have any choice but to believe it was the truth.

Everyone rejoiced at the news, and while they were rejoicing I was still trying to absorb it all. Even when the chemo stopped and sprouts of hair began to pop out of my skull I was still in shock. I couldn't figure out how to react, because I still didn't feel like I was cancer free. I had become so accustomed to being sick that I had no idea how to not be sick.

It took a couple weeks for me to finally be able to leave the hospital. When the IV was taken out of my hand for good and I was no longer hooked up to the machines I had finally allowed myself to feel something other than fear. I sat in that wheelchair with my brother in my arms and breathed in the fresh air for the first time in over two years. I would no longer have to constantly smell the disinfectant all around me. I could finally go to school and get my driver's license and go to prom.

I could live again.

The smile didn't falter as we got closer and closer to the car, my hand intertwined with my mother's. I ran my fingers through Kevin's hair over and over again and kissed him on the cheek.

He turned towards me and grinned, "Are the angels going to let you stay sissy?" he asked innocently.

I remember when he had asked me this question before in the hospital and all I could say to him was that I didn't know or I wasn't sure. Now I knew the answer. I knew that I could finally be with my family and go back to La Push like I had before the cancer.

I nodded, "Yeah," I kissed him on the cheek again, "The angels are letting me stay."

Hope everyone enjoyed it and is willing to read more :) review if you think I should keep going!