I groaned as I walked off the plane with my new parents. I didn't want to move to a town named after silverware! I wanted my old place back. I wanted to be in Knighton again! I followed them to the parking lot where a teen stood waiting. He glared at me, causing me to flinch.

"Jay, be nice. He's been through a Hellish week." The man who was my new 'father' scolded softly. The teen rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." I fought the urge to stick out my tongue and failed.

"Not my fault they chose me. I was fine in the Children's Home." I winced at the lie, and the others caught it.

"They never said why you had to remove or why you need-" The woman started, but her husband tried to stop her.

"I was raped." I answered dully, glaring at him. Jay paled, eyes wide. "Before that, I was beaten nearly to death every day by the man my mother was with and the headman of the home." The adults looked away, wincing.

"Lets go home." We got into the car, and were on our way to Forks, Washington of the United States of America.

My name is Cáel Mantis-Newton. I have deathly pale skin, dark sapphire eyes, and black hair. I was currently wearing a black shirt with and apple and the words 'BITE ME' in bright leaking red, black jeans, and black boots. I'm fourteen, but really smart, so I was placed in freshmen year in Forks High School. I'm small for my age, and have been called a fallen angel because I have a sharp and delicate shaped body.

"Mike, would you take him shopping sometime this week in Seattle? He only has that suitcase and a small bag." I winced as I got out, back stinging. It was from the bruises that I'd received from that man. Yet, it also was because of something else. A pair of butterfly like wings were tattooed to my back. I had just woken up one morning with them there. I don't remember the day before it either.

"Yeah, sure, as long as I can get a few things too." His parents nodded and then showed me where I was sleeping.

"You can decorate it after you go shopping."

"Thank you." I went to bed soon after.

Two days later, I was in Seattle. Mike made me get a phone before anything else. He was actually treating me like his real brother. It made me a touch uncomfortable. Yet, I knew he felt guilty about how he treated me and wanted to make up for it.

I prided myself in the fact I'm quick when shopping. I had seventeen new outfits, a few posters, new sheets, pillows, and art supplies. Mike gave me a confused look when he saw the art supplies. I grinned.

"It's the main reason I was beaten. I live for my art. I'm really good at drawing what I see." Mike 'ah'ed as he nodded, and we made our way back. I instantly changed my bed and put away my things. When Mitchel (father) told me that we were having barbecue, I nodded. He saw the sketch book and asked if he could see. I handed over the drawing, which was of a fairy.

"That's a great drawing. Do you plan on doing it for a living?" I shrugged. A few hours later, Mike had a friend over.

"This is Eric. Eric, this is my new little brother, Cáel."

"New?"

"I just got adopted." I answered, tilting my head. "I now have dual citizenship in America and Knighton."

"Knighton?"

"A town in Wales."

"Like, where-"

"Yes." I quickly grabbed a fizzy. "Is this the only fizzy drink we have?" It was a Dr. Pepper.

"Er, yeah. Mom has a few diet ones in there, but we don't really buy up on pop." I nodded, drinking my drink.

A few days later, I was in the woods drawing. A deer was grazing along with a few birds and rabbits. I was about two miles away from home, so it would be easy to find it again. However, I needed a break. I've already had two appointments with a therapist. I just couldn't stand to be in a house where they treated my like I was going to break if they said the wrong thing.

A twig snapped, making me look up. The animals fled as a wolf edged out. Normally I would treat animals like they were all the same. But this wolf was huge. Like three of me! I stiffened when it whined, sniffed, and whined again. It hit me then, he smelled my jerky. I pulled it out, tossing him two pieces.

Before I knew it, I was telling the animal my life story. Well, not exactly my whole life story, but the last two weeks. It felt right to be telling him things. Then again, it was probably because he couldn't tell others what I was telling him. Or that he had intelligent brown eyes that spoke of understanding. Of sympathy and sadness. When I left, he howled loudly. I flinched as I continued on my way.

"Cáel, is that you?"

"Yeah, mum. It's me." I replied softly, kicking off my shoes. "Do we have wolves around here normally?" She hesitated.

"You were in the woods? Cáel be careful. The last two years a few sightings of wolves, and animal attacks have happened. I don't want you out pass five."

"I was just asking because I heard one." I grumbled the lie. She smiled.

"I just don't want you to be hurt, okay?" I nodded, heading to my room.