Some reminders, Jaspers hair-still blonde-will lay flat against his head, a little below the tips of his ears [I like to change things :)] He is a light tan wolf and is taller than the others in his pack, though smaller than the alpha…All slang meant to be that way. Enjoy.

Book One:

Jasper

I lounged across my crappy couch with my sneakered feet up on the crappy coffee table, remote and a bag of those blue Doritos in each of my hands. Damn, these chips were addicting. It was a typical Monday; now that I graduated Sacramento High School, didn't need to go to college. What would I even end up being when I was older? Nothing, probably.

Clayton, a child of the moon; was jamming out on my guitar in my music room and it bugged the crap out of my sharp werewolf hearing. I could hear things from a mile away. Like when the little kids squeal and scream at the beach when the cold water hits their tiny little butts, or all the way at the gas station, wal-mart everything to the end of the state near Oregon. Mostly though, the creeks and everything around our little wood-y village. Well, the Children of the moon-actually werewolves that change on a full moon-And us werewolf shape shifters allied together, we formed a village away from publicity. So we basically lived in little wooden cabins or whatever.

Finally, reaching to the point where I could barely hear the little T.V I leaned over and banged my boiling fist to the wall, causing the wood to chip a little at the force. "Shut it in there Clay! Get your own damn guitar and get outta here!" I yelled at him, shoving a chip in my mouth with a crunch. Booming laughter came from the music room, and the guitar stopped. I grumbled. God, people-or, err, children of the moon werewolves-can get on my last nerve. I slid my feet from the coffee table and walked to the room where Clayton was, swinging the weak door open to face him whipping my guitar off with his shirt.

He cackled and stood, placing it back on the floor and patted my bare pale chest. "Chill, kid." He told me with a crooked grin-even though we were the same age. A mock laugh managed to sneak from my throat as I strained to punch the idiot in the face. I didn't have enough patience anymore to just cool down like that. He arched a brow when my body shook with a serious of shakes and smashed a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. "Jasp, cool it."

My teeth grinded together as I continued to shake, though I cooled down some, fire coursing through my veins that would result me to shift. I faced this so many times before; I was almost used to it. But it still, burned like hell. "Damn it, get outta my house." I told him, shoving him away from me. He snorted and retreated out of my house with heavy foot falls. What the hell, just because we were allies doesn't mean that I actually liked them, let alone have one barge into my house without even asking. I needed a key.

Aaron-my alpha-let out a loud howl from somewhere in the woods, signaling for the pack to gather up. There was at least 15 of us, and I was second in command; almost like the alpha. Aaron had the right to order us around, do whatever he wanted when he wanted, and make all of the decisions. We didn't have any freedom anymore. Like we were slaves. Everything was limited.

I said goodbye to my freedom years ago. When I really turned 19. I was at least, 22 now-immortal since I kept turning into a wolf.

I groaned, and opened up my shabby window, hopping out of it with a swift movement to start into a bolt to the forest, passing by the moon wolves who were walking around the streets in human form. On my way into the woods, I managed to kick off both of my shoes when I got closer to the mountain Aaron was located. I smelled him out. To the point where I was only a couple miles away, I picked up my pace, my broad muscles rippling as I ran, slipping off my shorts and leaving them laying on the ground where I took them off. Fire coursed through my veins and I shook violently, mental pain rattling throughout my entire body until I was running on four paws.

I grunted, light tan shaggy fur resembling my blonde hair as a human filled my entire massive body. I was the tallest and broadest in the pack besides Aaron. I was now, fully aware that I wasn't alone in my thoughts now.

Eh, shut your trap there, Jasper. I'm almost as tall as you so don't rub it in our faces. Mike called through his thoughts. A deep rumble rattled through my chest as I snickered, soon seeing the clearing where the rest of the pack sat I slowed my pace into a jog.

Naw, I don't think so, runt.

Watch it, idiot.

I growled, entering the clearing and pivoting to face the gray colored wolf of Mike.

Enough, you two. Aaron ordered. I grunted, and toke my place beside him settling back on my haunches with raised hackles. Luke scooted over to make room, his black eyes upon Aaron. I followed his gaze, a muffled murmur slipping off of my tongue awkwardly. What was it this time, huh?

Boys. We-as in myself and Rocco had recently discovered werewolves like ourselves, allied with a group of vampires in Forks Washington. Aaron explained. Rocco was a child of the moon, and the leader of their clan.

And this is important because? I asked, my interest fading dramatically. If you needed to call us, and waste an hour at least call us for something important and worth our time.

Yeah, why? It don't revolve around us. Luke sided, nudging me with his shoulder. Luke was one of my friends that really understood how annoying a lot of people can be. Aaron snorted in response;

Because, we easily out number them. Take them out easily. If it's a war that's going on with vampires and wolves, than they should not exist in the world where all of this is going on.

Ooh, a battle. Sounds like my kind of game. I shifted, a wolf-y smug smirk forming on my features. Iight cool let's do it!

But it isn't our job, Aaron. We aren't the chief of the world, ya know. Devin interrupted. I glanced at the slick black wolf on the other side of the clearing with a snort.

Indeed we aren't, but it isn't war order. I informed him. Maybe this was worth our time, but if this ruthless mutt was going to ruin it, he can get the hell outta here.

No one is going anywhere. It would be an easy take out, the two species should NOT be allies with each other. Now, if we were to do this, both us and the moon wolves would fight together, on a full moon. The fight was estimated to last until sunrise. Aaron explained, the white wolf gazing around all 15 of us. Take it to a vote, the others already agreed. Those who do not agree, please stand.

Only two stood. Woo, looks like we are sinking our fangs into some bloodsucking parasites. I cheered, raising a fore paw.

Then it is settled. Jasper, inform Rocco if he is not busy. I mumbled in mock enthusiasm, and raised to my stilts, trotting off into the woods with long strides.

Yes, sir. Sarcastic, in case you didn't know.

On my way to Rocco's cabin, I changed back into a human and snatched my shorts from where I left them, pulling them up to just a little below my hips like usual, shoved my sneakers on and started to jog. I hated going there, to me, Rocco was an asshole. I always thought that he could go die in a hole and no one would care. But with his precious "children"-meaning the moon wolves-around all the time, I could never even get close to making that possible. Oh well, I suppose…

Back into our little civilization, I shoved past the few around Rocco's doorway and knocked on the door, too impatient to wait for a response, though, I burst it open by myself greeting a surprised Rocco that was placed on the couch. "Hello, Jasper. I suppose you are here to tell me of the news, no?" He asked in that annoying British accent. (A/N no offense to any British people..-.-)

"Yup. Looks like the fight will be going on." I told him, shifting my weight to the left. He nodded, and wrote something down. I whirled around, finding no other need to be here, and head back to my cabin not far away.

Luke was there, back into his human form with just shorts on-a duplicate of me and the rest of the pack. I patted his shoulder and went to go by him, but he stopped me by shoving my motorcycle key in my face. I blinked and turned to him, taking my key hesitantly. "Why do I need these for?" I asked, my brow furrowed.

"We are heading to Washington tonight in groups of five. Me, you, Mike, Aaron and Addie are going tonight, another group tomorrow and the last group a day after that. We were all ordered to stay at Port Angeles hotel. Not allowed to go to were the leeches and wolves are, though." He told me, and we both headed to down the steps and to the side of the house where my fixed up black cycle was parked-his parked in the front of his house next door.

I mumbled as I hopped on, starting up the engine with the key. "We supposed to go in groups or what?" I wheeled towards him my feet padding against the ground before I fully came to a stop, looking at him and impatiently waiting for an answer.

"No, Aaron is already gone with Addie, me and you can go and Mike can leave by himself." He finally replied, hopping on his bike as well.

"How we know where we are going?" I asked curiously, a slight questioning expression plastered on my face. He shrugged.

"Follow their scent, I guess. He never told us an exact way." He started the engine, the roaring sound echoing throughout the silent, half lighted 'city'. "The moon wolves are travelling like this as well, so we should all be there by…Thursday, maybe Friday-since they are higher in numbers." I explained fully before I asked more questions.

I whirled the bike around and slipped on the leather gloves that were stuffed away in my pocket, lifting the bike up on one wheel to slam against the ground moments later before I punched the gas, flying off on the two wheeler and down the road at a perfect 90 mph, Luke not far behind me.

The trees blurred past me as I picked up speed, soon lingering the gas at 119 swiveling through the cars and trucks; ignoring the beeps that sounded from them. Luke was just a little up ahead, leading the way, I guess. I squinted as the wind whipped into my face, my gloved hands squishing the handle bars. Had to be the most silent ride that I had encountered in a while. Usually we were yellin' away at each other, but now in civilization, we kept pretty quiet. I mumbled, my mouth only opening slightly so I didn't get any of those dumb bugs in it when the topic of imprinting suddenly jolted to my thoughts. I haven't thought about it ever since I was dumped because of who I was as a wolf by my past girlfriend Miranda. There were so many cute girls out there, but I never really toke notice to them. Waiting for the right one, I suppose. How corny.

I roared the engine again, aware that we have been traveling until 12 in the afternoon without a single stop and gazed at the sign that rested above: "Welcome to Washington" Wow, only took a half of a day a night, and a morning to get through Oregon. Maybe because of the speed we were going at? I shrugged it off and picked up pace to catch up to Luke.

I didn't really want to go on because this was only chapter one and all, so I just stopped it there…I hope you liked it, and please review!!(: