Chapter 1
Jacob's pov
Sam had called an urgent pack meeting at his place. Urgent? What could be so important we had to have a meeting at one in the morning? I was sitting down at the table in the dining room. He went on his introduction. Blah, blah, blah. C'mon, Sam. Its us, not the President! I wasn't paying attention at first, but then he said something interesting."We're going to have a new pack member. His name is Cody Robert, he just moved here along with his sister, Vanessa." A new pack member? Great, just great. Another person who would know all my thoughts. Sam ended the meeting and I started walking out the door. As I was walking out the door I overheard Paul saying to Embry, "I wonder if his sister's hot?" Only Paul. I walked out the door, and ran to my house. I crawled through my bedroom window so I wouldn't wake up dad. I climbed into bed and went straight to sleep.
Vanessa's pov
Me and my brother Cody were walking toward our new "house". If you can call it that. It's more of a shack/cabin thing. I'm not too fond of the house, but I love the woods in the back. I love the woods and forests. It helps me think. I heard dishes breaking inside. Dad was an alcoholic. He's been one ever since mom died in a car accident ten years ago. I always felt her death was my fault. I was in the car with her at the time, and as the car was about to crash into us, she threw her body, shielding me from the glass and airbag. She died a few hours later. Cody always told me it wasn't my fault, it didn't help that every time dad was drunk he blamed me. And he was drunk every night. After he's done blaming me he either throws me into something, throws something at me, or starts hitting me with his fists. Cody always runs into the room and protects me. I still can't believe he had found a pack so soon. I heard a couple more dished hit the ground, we were about forty-five feet away from the house. I gripped his hand tight. He pulled me close, to make sure nothing would hurt me without him knowing. "It's OK, Nessa. We'll go in the back door, run up to your room and lock it." I nodded my head. He clenched my hand and ran upstairs, dragging me along behind him. All I saw was a blur of the wooden stairs. He left me outside my door, and then I heard his slam. I opened my door and shut it tight. I locked my door and laid on my bed, staring at the white ceiling. I heard banging, on my door. "OpenupVanessa. Getoutherenow. Igottasaysomething." Drunk as usual. I knew the drill, I came out, he blamed me, I get a dish thrown at my head. I don't think so, not tonight. The next thing I knew he had knocked my door down, and was standing in front of me with a drinking buddy of his. The guy next to him freaked me out. He had Caucasian skin, black eyes, and scraggly brown hair. Not the type I socialize with. The guy and my father started coming at me, in unison I swear. Dad grabbed one arm, and the scraggly guy grabbed the other. Not a good start.