Miles Grove wondered the streets aimlessly, not caring where she was going and not caring if she ever seen this place again. Every once in a while she would look around her long white-blonde hair and peer over her shoulder. She could feel someone following her. Then a girl stood in front of her. Her scent was so familiar; it was what she was taught to destroy, but she merely looked at the redhead and huffed.
"Who are you and what do you want?" she asked bored. The redhead smiled.
"Miles Grove, right? I know so much about you," she said coming closer to the young girl. Miles bared her teeth.
"Who are you and what do you want?" she repeated.
"I'm Victoria, and I want to give you a chance at revenge," Victoria said sadly. Miles head shot up.
"Renege on what?" she asked. Victoria smirked.
"The Cullens." The hair on Miles' neck and arms stood up and she growled.
"What are you talking about?" he snarled.
"I know all about the little raid on you pack, killed you brother. Am I right?" Victoria said. Miles bared her teeth.
"What's the catch," she demanded, Victoria raised her eyebrows.
"Nothing. But you might want to bring your whole pack, one fifteen year old wolf isn't going to cut it," she said. Miles snorted.
"I'll do it and call the rest of my pack on one condition," Miles said.
"And that is?" Victoria asked.
"Alice and Emmett are mine!" she growled.
"Done,"she said. Miles smiled.
"Where do I meet you when I have the others?"
The grass what cold under Winter's feet as she made her way to the lake where Logan said he was going to meet her. She quickly spotted him and raced down the hill.
"Logan," she panted.
"Winter, how are you?" he asked. She snorted.
"Still a blood-sucker so what do you think the answer is?" she asked. He smirked.
"Actually that's what I need to talk to you about. A friend of mine is making an army to destroy the Cullens," Logan said. Winter looked up.
"I'm in," she growled, "Those bastards need to cherish."
"Now don't just start jumping to conclusions," Logan started.
"No! They took everything from me. I was suppose to die on the Titanic with my family, my mom,dad, and brothers. I wasn't suppose to become this," she cried. Logan dipped his head.
"It's your decision," he said.
"When do we leave?" she asked.
"Now, but you have to understand that their will be werewolves with you," Logan warned.
"As long as their on my side, I won't care," she growled and followed Logan as he bolted in the direction of Illinois, where he was suppose to meet Victoria.