Chapter 2

Flashbacks and Phone Calls

Over the years, I have found that I'm quite different from the rest of my family. Like the fact that I keep my room extremely clean while Mason's room looks like a tornado blew through it.

Another fact is that I'm an early riser. So, when I was up and ready to run at 7AM it wasn't all that strange. I guess the fact that, to me, it was three hours later helped as well.

The route I took was usual for me so everything looked familiar. The few people in my neighborhood that were up that early waved at me. It felt good to be home.

After my run, I walked into my house quietly. I didn't want to wake anyone who might still be asleep. I stepped into the kitchen to get some water and saw Mason with two other guys.

I recognized one immediately, Jacob. "What the hell are you doing here?" I spat at him.

He turned around to face me. "What's wrong, Dawn?" he asked with a smirk. "Not happy to see us?"

"Jacob and Quil stopped by before our patrol," Mason explained. He looked confused at my anger towards his leader.

"Hey," Quil said with a little half wave. "Good to see you."

Suddenly I remembered that I was still in the clothes from my run. I felt my face heat up. I realized that I probably looked awful. My hair was a messy knot on the back of my head, sweat was still running down my face, and my running clothes looked horrible. I wasn't out to impress them but they were still guys in my class.

I turned around and ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I stopped on the landing and waited.

"What's her problem?" Jacob asked. I could almost imagine Mason shrugging with a clueless look on his face.

I heard the backdoor open and then close as the voices drifted away.

I went to the bathroom first and wiped the sweat off my face and neck with a wet washcloth. I went into my room and collapsed on my bed.

It was way to quiet for me. At camp, people were always yelling and screaming. Even at night, the howls of monsters filled the air. It always took some time for me to readjust.

Mom had gone to the store. Apparently, the werewolves were eating everything. Dad had gone to the hospital in Forks where he worked.

It was the best hospital for miles around. Some of the best doctors worked there, like my dad and Dr. Cullen. Not many people in La Push liked Dr. Cullen for some reason so they all went to my dad.

I don't know when I fell asleep but I clearly saw the reason for my scar.

~*~

I was packing my bags. The next day I would be flying to Camp Half-Blood. I was really excited but scared at the same time. With Kronos rising, we never knew when the camp might be attacked.

Mason somehow sensed my distress. "What's wrong?" he asked when I brought my bags down the stairs.

"Nothing," I answered, not meeting his eyes.

"Don't lie to me," he said with fury in his voice. He was shaking really badly. "I hate when you lie."

"Mason, what's wrong?" I was actually afraid. Something about what was happening was really scary. He was a pretty easygoing guy, he'd never been mad like this.

I blinked and my brother wasn't there anymore. A dark brown wolf the size of a horse filled the front hall.

I heard mom scream. This distracted the wolf long enough for me to pull my knife out of the sheath on my belt. This either made the wolf mad or just got him to notice me.

I was able to block the first swipe of his claws with my knife. I didn't notice the other set coming at me until it was right next to me.

I was quick and was able to jump out of the way. At first I thought it had totally missed me but then I felt the burn. Blood was running down my arm and dripping off the ends of my fingers. The gash ran from my shoulder to my wrist.

I looked up at the wolf. He was watching the blood dripping onto the floor with pain in his eyes. Immediately, I knew what had happened. My brother was the wolf and that didn't matter.

I threw my knife to the ground. The wolf watched it clatter to the ground. He looked up at my face again and then shook his head in a comical way. While he was shaking, he began to shrink.

I realized that his clothes had ripped and through him a pair of pants just as he turned back to himself. He put them on then grabbed my right arm (the one that wasn't bleeding) and dragged me to the car.

Mom was waiting in the drivers seat. I thought she was going to start hyperventilating but she was fine driving to the hospital in Forks. I had never seen mom driving so fast.

When we got to the hospital, dad was giving a surgery so Dr. Cullen stitched my arm up. I had heard that not many people in La Push were fond of the doctor but he actually seemed kind of nice to me.

"Did you get attacked by a wild animal or something?" he asked calmly.

"Yeah, something like that," I said, staring off into space. I was a bit distracted, between the pain and the blood loss induced lightheadedness.

"You seem awfully calm for something like this," Dr. Cullen commented.

"I'm a bit accident prone," I said. "I'm used to getting hurt. Last summer, I broke my arm when I fell out of a tree."

He snickered a bit. "I know someone like that."

He finished up and I was allowed to leave. Sam and Jacob explained to me and Mason about what was going on. They told us not to tell anyone.

~*~

I woke up to rain pounding against my window. The rain surprised me. I had forgotten about just how much it rained here since it almost never did at camp.

I looked over at my clock. The numbers glared the time at me: 1:30.

I had slept the morning away and it would probably rain all evening. That thought alone made me need to get up. I went over to my desk, grabbed my phone and dialed my best friend from camp.

"Hello. Field residence," a boy's voice said.

"Hey John," I said to my best friend's little brother. "It's Dawn. Can I talk to Shelby, please?"

"Sure, Dawn, she's been bouncing off the walls all day. I'm sure she'd love to talk to someone from camp."

"Thanks," I said laughing. That sounded just like something Shelby would do.

"Oh my gods," Shelby squealed into the phone. "I am, like, so glad you called."

"Yeah, Shell. It's good to talk to you too," I laughed. "I mean, it's been, like, a total of 48 hours since we last talked."

"I know, it's been sooooo long," she said sarcastically. "I guess no monsters got you yet."

"I got killed by a monster and that's why I'm talking to you," I said, rolling my eyes, and then I remembered that she couldn't see it. "No, not yet. Let's cross our fingers that it stays that way."

"I'd say you had a good flight then."

"Yeah because you know how much I love to sit in cramped spaces for five hours. How was your drive up to New Hampshire?"

Shelby groaned. "Way to long with the little demons in the backseat." Other than John who was 11, Shelby had two younger sisters, Anna and Alison, who were seven.

"It couldn't have been that bad," I said skeptically.

"Yeah it could," she said shortly. "How's your brother doing?"

Shelby was the only person I had told about the werewolves. "He really likes being n the pack," I told her. "I'm going to meet them tonight at a bonfire."

She laughed at something I didn't understand until she spoke again. "With all those boys around, maybe you'll get a boyfriend."

"What are you, a daughter of Aphrodite or something?" I joked. When we were younger, we'd make fun of those girly-girls and swore that we'd never turnout that way.

"I may not be but after all the problems we had at camp this summer, you need a break," she said. "It's probably best for you to go to that bonfire."

"It should be fun," I said with a slight laugh.

"Hey, gotta go," Shelby, said after a noise in the background. "John needs a ride to football practice. Talk to you later?"

"You know it," I said. "You are my best-friend-slash-favorite-half-sister ever."

I heard her laugh slightly. "Same here. Bye"

"Bye."

A/N: I'm really happy that people have read this story and I know that there are people out there reading this but I would like it very much if some of you people would review. I want to say thank you very much to everyone who has reviewed but I'm still just happy that people have read this.