Chapter 1: INTRODUCTIONS

Looking up at the sky, I sigh in content as I start to walk up the stairs to Gilbert High School. Today was the beginning of school, the first day that you got to see your friends from before summer break, or if you were me and my best friend Lily, then from last week-end. But still it was a fresh start to our junior year, and determined to make the best of it this year, starting with making myself feel excited school has started. Hefting my school bag over my shoulder, I walk through the doors and head straight to my locker. Meeting a jumping Lily there, seeing as she could never sit still.

"So, I heard a new kid transferred into our school. He'll be in our grade, and starting class with us today, and some are saying he is smoking hot," she said amiably and I couldn't help but laugh as I placed some books into my locker, which to be right next to hers.

"How is it that you already know this information before school has even started," I asked her starkly, looking at her with an amused look. She scoffed, and looked at me incredulously, like I had just said my cat had a mouse for a best friend.

"Are you seriously going to ask me that question? Evelyn, you insult me! I Lily Carter am on top of all gossip, I have to know when things go around or this school would not be running properly without some guidance. I am to have information sucked out of the office so that this sch-," I cut her off her rant, giving her a look.

"You saw him get out of his car this morning didn't you," I asked critically and she sighed in defeat, before nodding her head energetically.

"Hell yeah I did, but what was more exciting was that he didn't get out of his car alone. Two other guys got down with him, the only reason I know he's in our grade is because I overheard him talking with the secretary as I went to go pick up my new schedule, seeing as I changed mine on registration day," she informed me as we started walking towards our first period class, AP-English 4. Walking down the isles, Lily and I took our seats at the very back of the classroom, and started to chat... well Lily talked, while I just listened, about the new kid in school.

After what seemed like forever, the bell finally rang and the teacher walked in, starting off with the first lesson of the semester. It hadn't been but ten minutes into the lesson when the door opened, bringing every ones attention to it. Through the door stepped the two most gorgeous guys in the world, the room falling silent as they walked up to the teacher. They were both tall, with broad shoulders, and slim waits; they both looked exactly alike, with dark brown hair, high prominent cheeks, rounded chin, straight nose and piercing grey eyes.

"Oh, you must be the new students," Mrs. Rome said taking a slip of paper from one of the guys. "Please go and take a seat over by Ms. Carson," she added motion to me at the very back making me gawk at her in disbelief.

"Thank you very much, ma'am," on of the twins said and I couldn't help but sigh with the other girls as his voice traveled though the room, sounding so huskily, it made my toes curl.

I watched, as they both started in my direction, giving them a small smile as they nodded at me, taking a seat. I turned my attention back to the teacher as she continued with her lesson. A few moments later I felt someone tap me on my left shoulder. Surprised I look up to see one of the twins looking at me, turned in my direction.

"Hey, I'm Taylor Stone, and this is my brother Abram," he introduced, his brother turning at the mentioning of his name in my direction, smiling and giving a curt nod. I smiled at them both and introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm Evelyn Carson," I said softly, blushing as they continued to look at me. As I watched them, I noticed that even though they twins and looked exactly alike, there was a slight difference to them. For example, Taylor seemed stiff as contraire to Abram who appeared to more relaxed with himself. I also seemed to notice that their smiles were different, Abram seemed to more forceful while Taylor's were confident.

"It's very nice to meet you, Evelyn. I was wondering if, after this class, you could help us go about the school faster. Seeing as we got lost this morning trying to find the classroom and were late, and as I wouldn't like a repeat of that, I'd like to know if it wasn't to much of a bother for you," Taylor asked me giving me his most award-winning smile and I couldn't help but agree.

"Sure, I'll show you around," I said kindly before turning back to teacher when she called on me.

"Ms. Carson, could you tell me what Alliteration is and how is it used in speeches," Mrs. Rome asked, giving me a look and I smiled back at her while I replied.

"Alliteration is the occurrence of the same letter or sound at the beginning of adjacent or closely connected words. For example in the tongue twister, "She sells sea-shells by the sea-shore." is a form of alliteration," I say smugly, as she gives me a look before continuing with her lesson, which had nothing to do with alliteration.

"Wow, you're good," Taylor commented after a while and I smile shaking my head.

"She's been keeping an eye on me ever since I helped my cousin prank her my freshman year. I've been in her AP class for the past two years, seeing as she teaches all AP English classes," I whispered back, trying to avoid getting caught talking again.

"But that still doesn't explain how you answered her question so easily, and we haven't covered that lesson yet," he stated and I smirked, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"I already know this stuff, it's something I need to know unless I want her to embarrass me like she did for the next week after the prank," I said casually, after that there was no place for talking as Mrs. Rome started to hand out a paper to do.

When class ended, I picked up my things, and looked at Lily who was waiting for me like we made a habit of doing for as long as I could remember. I smiled as at her as I finished getting my things together and then I turned to Taylor and Abram.

"Taylor, Abram, this is my best friend, Lily Carter. Lily these are Taylor and Abram," I said introducing them as we started out of the classroom.

"It's very nice to meet you Lily. I hope you don't mind but we seemed to have taken Evelyn from you seeing as I asked her to help us around the school for today," Taylor said amiably to her and I smirked at Lily as she blushed slightly.

"I don't mind at all! What classes do you have next," she asked them and we waited as they looked at their schedules.

"I have Algebra next," Abram said offhandedly.

"And I have Art next," Taylor replied. I smiled energetically and looked at Lily purposely.

"Well, you are both in luck, Abram, you have class with Lily and Taylor, you have Art with me," I said, "Lets go Taylor, or we'll be late for class. Have fun in Algebra guys," I called to Abram and a blushing Lily as Taylor and I headed for our next class.

It was silent for a while as we walked down the busy corridor of the school, Taylor keeping close, so close that our hands were almost touching.

"So where did you and your brother move here from," I asked to make casual conversation. He hesitated a while before answering.

"We are from the reservation ten miles out-of-town, Spring Vale reservation," he said and I looked at him curiously. I've heard the stories of the people from the reservation. No one that wasn't one of their people could go onto the reservation's lands and those that did were very important and very special people to-be allowed on their territory. For some strange reason they were very territorial and didn't like their children to socialize with 'white people' seeing as they were Indians and we intruders. Well that's the rumor told around here anyways, but who believes that. I think people are just being hypocritical and racist.

"Really? Wow, well that's very unusual," I said as I walked into the art class, "not many people from the reservation want to interact with us," I stated, taking a seat at a desk at the very back of the classroom.

"Yes, but we have our reasons not to, as well as we have reason not to allow your people onto our lands. Our lands are mostly surrounded by wild life, and it's hard to keep those safe that don't know how to react to the animals," he said, tanking a seat in the chair next to me. I opened my mouth to say something else but Mr. Lee, the art teacher, entered the classroom, starting the first assignment for today.

"Ok, class for the start of the new school year, I want you all to draw something that you think has made you change in life. Something with meaning, something that has made such an engraved memory in your heart you would never forget that day, or object, for the world," Mr. lee instructed passing out sketch pads to those that hadn't brought one. I took out my own, and flipping to the next blank page I had, then started sketching my life changing object.

After a few moments of silence, I felt Mr. Lee pause behind me as he walked around the room. I continue sketching until I finished, looking up, I saw him look at me curiously.

"Evelyn, tell me what your drawing is exactly and why you think it, life changing in your life," he asked, gaining the attention of the class so that they would listen to me.

Blushing slightly, I held up my sketch to everyone to see, before explaining what it was.

"Um... This is a drawing of a my grandmother's hair pin. It has a lot of meaning to me because she gave it to me while she was still alive. Before she died she told me to grow up and become a good person so that she could be proud to say she raised a good daughter. Then she gave me this hair pin; it had belonged to her grandmother before her and her grandmother before her so she wanted me to keep it. Every since I've made an effort to do the best to carry out her last wish," I said awkwardly and blushed then quickly went back to my work.

Taylor looked at me for a moment smiling, before turning back to his sketch. As I looked about the class, I noticed I'm the only who had finished their sketch, seeing as it was small and simple. So I decided that I would pass time by continuing to work on my latest creation. Turning back to the last page, I opened up my sketch pad to a picture of a small wolf, a pup to be exact.

It was almost done, but I needed to figure out its face correctly. It's coat was pitch-black, with the occasional white and grey shade to make it like the coat is being hit by the moon. Its size was large for a pup, but it was clear what my goal was. As I sketched my drawing I heard Taylor gasp slightly besides me. Looking up, I noticed he was gawking at my sketch with surprise.

"What?" I asked as he continued to observe my drawing. Shaking his head he smiled at me, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just surprised by how detailed the drawing is," he replied and I shrugged ignoring his weird attitude.

~Taylor~

I knew the moment I had stepped into this school that we weren't the only Lycan's. When I had walked through the doors of the new school I was met with a strange odor, an odor I've never smelled before, but there was a familiarity about it. It was a mixture of human with Lycantrop blood, and I instantly went into defense mode.

'Can you smell that Abram,' I asked my twin through the mind link we had. He shook his head slightly before answering me.

'No, I cannot smell what it is that's gotten you so stiff. My guess is it's something only you have smelt before,' he answered skeptically and I growled at him.

'Don't mock me Abram, I think we should be concerned about this,' I told him bitterly but he shrugged, shaking it off. I took in his attitude, putting it aside as well, because his judgment was always right, and didn't pay much attention to the scent. It was probably something I had smelled a long time ago and only now do I smell it again, making it unrecognizable as it had changed slightly over the years. It wasn't until I walked into our first period classroom that I seemed to notice the scent growing stronger, until it was right under my nose.

The moment I saw her, I knew she was the source of the strange scent. She was sitting at the very back of the classroom, looking bored as she listened to the teacher go on with the lesson. When Abram and I walked into the classroom, like every other person in the room, she looked in our direction. Throughout the whole of the class period I couldn't help but be entranced by the fragrance she was giving off. When I first talked to her, and she had smiled, blushing, before answering, I felt enchanted by her small innocent reactions. I noticed how even the smallest of movements made me look at her, but what was strangest of all things was that my wolf seemed to really like this girl. There was something oddly familiar about her that had me on edge too, but I couldn't place my finger on it.

Before long, our first class had passed by, and I couldn't help but look at her as we sat in Art together. It was quite admirable the way she seemed to concentrate so hard into her work, even when the art teacher was breathing down her neck, looking at her in a way I didn't like at all.

I felt odd. Very odd, as I watched this girl. This human, whose scent was strangely alluring and alarming all at once; familiar, yet considerably unrecognizable. What was it? What was it about this girl who made me and my wolf react like this? And then, the answer was there. Right in front of me once more without my realization.

The moment she finished explaining her sketch of her grandmothers pin, she went back to drawing. Only, on a different sketch. A sketch that looked so like the real thing, I almost had a heart attack. Unconsciously, I let out a small gasp, as I looked at the sketch of the small wolf. A wolf so familiar, it would be impossible to not know whom it was.

Me...

Not me as in now, but me twelve years ago.

Then it hit me. The reason she was so familiar was because I had seen her before, the reason why she smelt familiar was because I had smelt her odor before. Twelve long years ago, in the woods, just outside our lands. She was the little girl, that I had found on the verge of death, huddled against the cold winter. I had long thought she had never survived the cold, seeing as I never saw her again, but here she was. Alive and full of energy.

With this new enlightenment in mind, I smiled at her as she looked at me funny, but I knew it wouldn't reach my eyes as I realized something else.

She knew something about our kind, and it put her in danger from our enemies.

~AUTHORS NOTE~

So to those that have started reading this story know that I'm slow at updating and it will take me some time to finish the next chapter.

I still hope you still enjoyed it and until next time!

The song I felt would go nice to this chapter, I also listened to it while writing this story..

~Ghost of A Rose