Chapter 2

RAIN. I think that is all La Push is capable of. We got there. Rained. Checked into the hotel. Rained. Unpacked. Rained. Went to bed. Rained. Got up… well, you get the picture.

The day after we got there we walked to La Push Beach. It was cold (or not as cold as we thought it would be, I should say). It was just sprinkling a little. We stripped down to our bathing suits and hit the water. None of us have surfed much, and we didn't think it would be that hard. We were wrong.

2 hours later, while we were just sitting on our surfboards like idiots who didn't know how to surf (which we were). Then some guys showed up. They were BIG. At least 6 feet tall. They immediately started surfing right by us. There were three of them, and they introduced themselves as Jake, Paul, and Jared.

"Hi. I'm Taylor. This is Aleasha and Casey." I told them.

"Hey." The one named Jake said. "Need some help surfing? You don't look like you surf much." Then he smiled a bit.

"Uh, yeah. We don't surf much. There aren't many places to surf in New York." Aleasha told Jake.

"New York? Wow, that's far away. What are you doing here in La Push? Come to see some werewolves?" Jake started laughing, but it sounded more like a bark.

"Werewolves? Haha! Like they exist!" She laughed, and we laughed along with her. Jake, Paul, and Jared got strangely silent. Jake muttered that sounded like, "Gotta go." He turned around and paddled to shore.

"Was it something I said?" Aleasha yelled to them. They didn't respond.

We sat there, confused. Suddenly, a few minutes later, we heard them. 3 howls. Wolf howls. Coming from where Jake, Paul, and Jared just entered the woods.