I paced back and forth in the lobby of the hospital. What was I going to say to Billy? Oh, hey! I'm coming back to La Push! See you tomorrow! That was ridiculous. I finally summoned enough courage to pick up the pay phone. I inserted a couple coins and pressed the numbers given to me carefully.

After two rings, I heard a voice, but it didn't sound like the voice of an old Quileute council member. It sounded young and husky.

"Hello?" I blurted out. "This is Kiana Uley, and I need to speak to Billy Black please."

"Kiana?" he sounded surprised. "Kiana, this is Jacob Black! Do you remember me? I used to pull on your hair when we were little!"

He sounded happy about ruining my childhood.

"You disappeared, Kiana. Where are you? What's going on? Why aren't you calling Sam?" He shot question after question.

"Please," I pleaded. "May I speak to your father?"

He seemed unwilling, but he handed the phone over. The older man's voice was full of wisdom.

"Kiana," he cried joyously.

"Mr. Black, my father told me to call you. He recently passed away and told me to return to La Push. I know you have a lot of questions to ask me about what happened, but I can explain that later. I have a flight booked tomorrow to return to Washington, please accept me back into the tribe."

"Kiana," he repeated. " You were always apart of this tribe. I will send someone to pick you up at the airport tomorrow. I'm so glad to hear from you and I'm sure your brother will be excited for your return. I'm sure there's a lot you would like to explain. What time is your flight?"

His voice was calm and sincere.

"I should arrive at 4:05 PM," I stated.

"Good then," I will see you tomorrow.

"Goodbye Mr. Black, " I answered.

"Please, call me Billy."

I hung up the pay phone. My heart was pounding. I was going back to the rez. After living such a different life, how would I return? Would they even accept me? I've changed so much, it's been 11 years since I've been there. What was Sam like? The multiple thoughts flooded my mind as I drifted off into sleep.

I woke up nervous, yet excited. I stared at the clock to see that it was 8:37 AM. The social worker would be here at nine to pick me up and drop me off at the airport.

I made my way to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth. I washed my face and let my hair down from the messy top knot it was in since the day before. My dark hair was jet black and hung down near my elbows. I looked in the mirror at my face. I looked tired. There were obvious bags under my eyes.

My russet colored skin looked clear and soft and my dark eyelashes extended out and caressed my cheeks as I blinked. I looked like I belonged in the Quileute tribe. At least I think I did. I splashed water on my face one last time before I made my way outside of the hospital. I glanced back once last time.

I love you dad. I'm sorry I had to leave in a hurry.

I stared at the ground briefly before the social worker pulled up. I hopped in her car and she began to ask me multiple questions.

"Do you know which flight you're on? Do you have someone picking you up at the airport? Are these people good people that are going to take you in?"

"Yes, yes, and they're family."

That's all I could say. The ride to the airport was quiet. The nerves continued to build as we got closer. I said goodbye to the kind social worker as I embarked on my journey back to La Push.

The plane ride wasn't any better. I could feel my cheeks getting red as I continued getting even more and more nervous.

All I had with me was the backpack I brought from the small apartment back in southern California. It was the only remnants of what was soon to be my "old life."

I got off the plane and walked towards the baggage claim. I didn't have any other bags but I'm pretty sure thats where I would meet whoever was picking me up at the airport. I quickly glanced around and noticed tall dark hair, and russet skin. The guy was big. He had to be at least six feet, but he looked young from a distance. Before I could identify him, he ran up to me with a beaming smile on his face.

"Kiana!" he bellowed.

He quickly made his way towards me and picked me up in a massive bear hug. He was warm, hot really. Temperature wise, of course. His chest was firm, and as I looked up at his face, I could see his well developed features. I recognized him. I was in the arms of Jacob Black.

I remember back when I used to live in the rez. Jacob Black was my best friend, aside from my brother Sam. We used to have adventures through the rez, but when he was six and I was four, he changed. He started pulling my hair and making fun of me. I remember crying one time and Sam beat him up.

Jacob Black definitely did not look like the six year old Jacob Black that I remember. He was eighteen and I was sixteen.

"Jacob Black," I managed to choke out.

He put me down, his smile still clearly sprawled out on his face.

"I.. I really missed you Kiana," he said quietly. He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. It was a shy smile and it made me smile.

"I missed you too, Jacob."

I thought that it'd be awkward trying to fit back in with the Quileutes, but Jacob was making this awfully easy. I hoped that everyone else on the rez would be just as friendly.

He helped me with my single bag and we headed to his car. He asked me many questions, but I told him I would be able to answer them we when got back to his house.

It was a nice ride back with Jacob. I hadn't had good company like that for the past 11 years. Living with my father made me anti-social, but Jacob seemed to be easily pulling me out of my shell. I liked that about him. His easy nature, his beautiful smile, his charming personality.

Stop, I was getting ahead of myself. This was no time to be developing a crush on your childhood friend and/or enemy Jacob Black.

We made it back to La Push quickly, time passed quickly with Jacob around. He helped me into his home and Billy quickly welcomed me in. My eyes wandered back and forth, trying to see if Sam was around, but he wasn't. The room had Billy, Jacob, and me.

I picked out a comfortable looking seat on the couch and thats when I began my story.

I told Billy of how I only vaguely remember being taken away from the rez that night. Of how my father often left me alone to fend for myself. I told him about his gambling and drinking habits, and the accident. I told him how sorry he said he was. Billy looked at me with understanding eyes. Jacob looked sad. As tears started to well up in my eyes from telling the story, Jacob, who sat next to me, quickly held me close and wiped away my tears with his shirt.

"Stop Jake! Don't wipe my grossness on your shirt."

He simply smiled and stated that it wasn't gross at all.

I finished my story and Billy told me that Sam was busy tonight, but that I could spend the night here. When I asked about my mother, he simply said that she wasn't in La Push at the moment, but spared no details.

He told me I should try to get some sleep, and so I did. Jake sacrificed his room for me that night and proceeded to sleep on the couch. After taking a shower, I went to his room and laid down on the bed. I rolled around and tossed and turned, but I couldn't manage to get to sleep. I stood up and gently creeped out of the house, trying hard not to wake Billy nor Jacob. I took a step outside and the cold air rushed against my skin.

I was from southern California, so this cold air took me by surprise. Before I knew it, I was chattering, but the cold air felt good. I vowed that I would try to make the best of my life in La Push. My father wanted me to be happy, so the best thing I can do right now is to try. I inhaled deeply and turned around and walked back into the house. I peeked in before tip toeing back slowly.

"Couldn't sleep?" said a very awake Jacob Black.

"Sorry," I apologized. "Did I wake you?"

He merely shook his head and smiled as he patted the empty seat on the couch next to him.

"Sit," he said.

I sat down next to him and we started talking. Jacob's voice was comforting as I told him all my stories. I shared with him my sadness, my pain, all the memories I had of La Push, and all the memories I had of Sam.

He told me about his life on the rez, and he told me all about Sam. He even managed to tell me about the unrequited love that he faced a couple years back.

"She was the only person I ever really cared about like that, but in the end, I wasn't good enough for her."

His eyes were full of sorrow as he relived the memories of the times that he was rejected by this girl.

My hand found my way to his face as I caressed his cheek.

"Jake, any girl would be lucky to have you, " I stated.

I saw his eyes light up and a blush creep up on his face.

The rest of the night, we talked about our childhood. The little childhood we shared together before I was taken away. The memories were pleasant, I often found myself laughing as we reminisced about our epic adventures on the rez. After talking and talking, we both fell asleep. I hadn't even noticed.

I woke up that morning in Jake's arms. We had fallen asleep together on the couch. He was warm and I pretended I was still sleeping just so I could savor the moment. He smelled nice. He had an earthy smell to him and his face was so calm and gentle as he slept. The strong arms that looked so intimidating from a distance were just as gentle as his face.

I snuggled up into his warm chest and enjoyed his warm embrace. I hadn't even noticed that I had drifted back to sleep.

Waking up the second time was in no way as pleasant as the first time.

"JACOB BLACK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER!" the voice boomed.

Jake sprung up immediately, me still in his arms. My eyes were met with familiar, loving eyes. The eyes of Sam.

"Sam!" I jumped up from the couch and into the arms of Sam. He was much older now. Amazing what 11 years can do to a person. He looked lovingly into my eyes as he pulled me into another embrace.

"Kiana," he whispered. "I thought I'd never see you again. Billy told me everything. I'm so glad you're back."

His voice was so pleasant and sincere. I hadn't realized how much I missed Sam until this moment.

Our precious reunion was cut short as Sam suddenly focused his attention on a disheveled Jake on the couch.

Sam let go of me and approached Jake. His eyes filled with anger.

"Jake," his voice was surprisingly calm compared to his expression. Most people would speak with more vigor after catching their little sister sleeping with a teenage boy. But hey, for our defense, we just happened to fall asleep, and that's all we did anyways. Sleep.

"What were you doing with my sister?" he calmly questioned.