Chapter 2: The Silver She-Wolf
I woke up to the sound of the pilot telling us that we are about to land. I suddenly felt nervous. Fifteen years since I've been to Forks. I don't even know what to do. My heart started racing, my palms started to sweat. Maybe this is a big mistake—I shouldn't have come. What if this sort-of new family of mine doesn't like me? What will I do then? It will probably be really awkward to meet them.
Edward, to my dismay, was sitting next to me. He looked at me, emotionless—he was clearly reading my thoughts. I hated that he could do that. He seemed to get that I was annoyed, so he rolled his eyes and looked away. I slumped in my seat, waiting for the flight to land. When it finally did, we got off at the terminal and waited for our rides. Jacob was the one to pick us up, and to say that I was nervous was the least of my worries. Seth had the flight that I didn't have to worry about him and that he was a good dude. But I worried about what he would think of me—what everyone would think of me, especially Billy. I found out that he was a distant uncle of mine. I'm not sure, and frankly I don't care about the details. Seth snapped me out of my thoughts when he slapped my back. I looked at him, annoyed.
"Hey man, you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, just peachy," I said, sarcastically. He smiled, and nodded. I feel like he thinks he knows what I was going through, but he has no idea. But this was my idea. I needed to get out, and see the world I left behind when I was thirteen. I put myself in this position and I needed to accept that. Stop being such a wuss, I mentally chided myself. I looked over to see Edward trying to hold back a grin. Fuckin' leech, I thought loudly. But that only made him actually grin.
A rustic brown Sedan pulled over at the terminal parking lot, and parked. I noticed that it had enough space to fit only four of us. Suddenly a Mercedes Benz pulled up next to it and I smelled another vamp. The door from the Sedan opened, and out came a guy who had a lot of similar features to me, except he was much taller. He must be Jacob Black. We made eye contact, and he smiled, which I returned. From the Benz, came out a blonde, very well dressed vampire. He seemed like a decent man rather than a vampire—and for once in my life, I didn't feel the need to rip out a vamp's throat. Fuck, Forks is already messing with my head. Jake came up to Seth and Ella, hugging Ella with a bear hug.
"You okay Ella?" he asked.
"Yeah I'm good, just can't breathe," she replied. Jakes laughed, and put her down, messing up her bangs with his hand. He looked up at me and stuck out his hand.
"Hey, I'm Jake," he greeted.
"Noah," I replied, shaking his hand. I looked over and saw the blonde vamp approach me.
"Hello Noah, I'm Carlisle Cullen," he said, sticking out his hand. I reluctantly held his cold hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you," I replied, letting his hand go.
"So you must be my long lost cousin eh?" asked Jake. I scratched the back of my head, nervous.
"I guess so," I said, chuckling. Jake smiled, and hugged Seth and Edward. Urgh, doesn't he smell? I thought. Edward seemed to ignore me, and walked over to the Mercedes and sat in the passenger seat. I smiled, knowing I made him angry. Carlisle smiled and said his goodbye. He followed Edward to the car and took off minutes later. Jake, Seth, Ella and I went to sit in Jake's Sedan, which was by the way a little too small. Seth and Ella were at the back doing God knows what, while I was in the passenger seat, next to Jake. The ride to La Push took a couple of hours, and along the way, Jake and I conversed in small talk, mostly about the rainy weather here.
"Yeah it's pretty rainy here," Jake said.
"Just as I remember," I replied, looking out of the window. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, as I probably look like home sick puppy.
"Mind if I ask you why you left?" asked Jack reluctantly.
"It's a long story," I replied, not wanted to be rude. Jake nodded and kept driving. I looked out the window, passing the cemetery. The weird thing is, I didn't even feel anything. I just felt numb. I thought I would feel pain or something, but I didn't. I put the feeling to the back of mind, feeling a bit uneasy. I made a mental note to go for a run after I meet the family. Suddenly Seth's cell rang.
"Hello!" he answered, cheerfully.
"Seth, where are you?" asked the female voice, whom I think was Leah, or his mom.
"Just about the turn the highway to get to La Push. Where are you?" he asked.
"About to go for a quick run. By the way, call mom, she's been worried sick about you and Ella," she said.
"Alright," he said, hanging up. He called his mom, and his mom gave him a huge lecture on safety and letting her know where he was. Jeez he's not a kid, he's like 18 or something, right? But then again, he was sort of irresponsible.
My mind drifted to Leah. She was a wolf, and to say I'm surprised is an understatement. I wondered how she was like, but from what I could tell she was very overprotective of her brother. I also wondered what her wolf was like—was she a quiet wolf, fast, happy? I wanted to know more about her and I haven't even met her yet. This town is already making me crazy. We dropped Ella and Seth off at Ella's house and finally Jake and I made it to a house in front of the beach at LaPush. There was a lot of cars in the driveway, and it made me quite nervous. This was Jake's house, which he shares with his father, Billy Black. Billy was waiting for us on the porch, in his wheelchair.
"Nice place," I say, looking around.
"Thank you Noah, it's nice to finally meet you," said Billy, offering me a handshake, to which I returned, "Come on in, everyone is excited to meet you." I gulped and nodded. Did he mean the pack? Or the entire family?
I walked in the house, and all I could hear was noises, people trying to talk over each other. I couldn't believe how many people could fit in the small house. I followed Jake and Billy to the living room, where most of the people sat. I hate to admit it, but I freaking blushed when all of them had their eyes on me. They all seemed to smile at me, but I couldn't bring myself to smile back. Instead I stood there like an idiot, scratching the back of my head.
"Family, friends, I would like you to meet Noah Black," introduced Billy, "I hope you welcome him like family." Like a family...family. I was touched to say the least—but will they actually accept me as family?
Billy had some important business to attend to at an Elder's meeting, but he said he will back later. Jake patted my back, smirking.
"Don't worry dude, he'll be back. Come let me introduce you to people," he said, pulling me over the couple on the loveseat, making out.
"This is Paul and Rachel," he said, rolling his eyes, "trust me, there sex-escapades only get worse." Paul let go of Rachel's lips and looked up at us, rolling his eyes.
"Nice to meet you man, this is my wife, Rachel," he said, looking back to her with awe in his eyes. He must have imprinted on her or something.
"Hey! Nice to meet you! I hope you like La Push," she greeted, smiling brightly.
"Thank you Rachel," I replied, smiling back.
We moved on to the couple named Sam and Emily. Sam, whom I guessed imprinted on Emily, was with her on the couch, talking. Emily looked up at me as we approached and smile. I couldn't help but notice the long scars that run across her face and wonder what animal did that to her. I felt really bad for her—it must have been really painful for a human.
"Hi there! I'm Emily, and this is my husband Sam," she said, smiling. Sam nodded at me, and turned back to look at her.
"Nice to meet you guys," I replied.
"How are you liking Forks so far?" she asked.
"It's um, really rainy," I replied, smiling.
"Oh you'll get used to it! By the way, there are some brownies in the kitchen, so help yourself. I advise you to do it fast, as I'm sure there's not much left," she said.
"Alrighty," I said, chuckling. Jake and I went to get some brownies, and met some of the pack members. I met Collin, Brady, Embry, and Quil, who all seemed liked really cool dudes. For the rest of the hour, I spent the day getting to know everyone, but shared little information about me. After everyone left, I was feeling a bit uneasy, and beer can't really take the edge off.
"You okay?" asked Jake.
"Yeah, just a feeling a bit on edge," I replied.
"Well, maybe because you met a lot of new people," he suggested.
"Yeah maybe. I think I'm going for a run. Is that cool?" I asked.
"Yeah sure man, I'm sure there are no pack members running right now." I nodded, and he told me which route to take. I went to the backyard, which opened up to the forest. I stripped down, and put my essentials in my pouch, tying it to my ankle. I felt my body shake, and in a matter of minutes, fur replaced my skin, and I began to transform into my wolf. I loved being a wolf. It makes me feel alive and less on edge. I started to run through the forest, brushing past the trees. I think I ran for hours, but at the same time, I made sure no leeches were anywhere near the borders, just as Jake suggested. I was beginning to feel more like myself when I let my animal out—but don't we all?
I got a little thirsty. I stopped to listen for a stream or something. I heard water flowing to the west, and I ran that way, following the noises. I saw that the stream was not far off, and I slowed down. I was about to brush pass the bushes, but I saw that someone was already there—well a wolf to be exact. I believe it was a girl—she was drinking the water from the stream gracefully, he silver coat of fur shining under the moon light. I made my way through the bushes quietly, making my way to the stream. My eyes never left her figure. I stood by the stream, looking at her across the stream. She was absolutely beautiful.
I think she smelled me because she abruptly looked up at me in surprise. I looked into her eyes, and that is when my world stopped. Time seemed to go in slow motion, and I felt more of a wolf than ever—I felt the need to claim her and make her mine. Because she was the only thing that mattered, I couldn't look away. My heart beat a little faster, my eyes totally fixed on hers. She too, seemed to look like she was in awe. I couldn't help wanting to run to her, and bite—perhaps even make love to her. I wanted her—no, I needed her. I was so confused about this feeling—what can this all mean? Then I remembered.
The silver she-wolf...my imprint.