Throw me to the wolfs and I return leading the pack

by secretly obsessed fangirl0103

Taylor Samantha Reed Call , 13 year old run away with a horrible past. Seth Clearwater , 16 year old Quileute with a deep secret. Both long to feel loved. But that's not all they have in common . When the two meet, will sparks fly or will Taylor's past catch up with her and ruin it all? Rated T because of suggestive content and because I'm paranoid.

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot!

CHAPTER. 1

That leaves me here 13 years old and waiting for my father to get home so I can be beat to a bloody pulp, again. He comes in the door with a angry look on his face." Taylor Samantha Reed Call," he grabs the whip off the bed," you know what happens when you're a bad girl" he bust through my bedroom door with the whip in hand. " Daddy, please," I beg but its no good," ahhhhhh" I scream as the silver tips meets my tan skin. He repeats this until I'm covered in blood.

Hours later, I cried as I attempt to clean the blood off my skin and hair. Father is downstairs drinking, as usual, while I'm getting a shower to wash the dirty feeling off. I climb out of the shower and get dressed in worn out levi jeans, a blue aroposle top and my baby blue Nikes. I pack the few cloths I have left in my bookbag, and grab my leather jacket. I listen to double check he is asleep. I open my 4th story window, careful not to make any noise. I jump and land perfectly on my feet. I run into the forest behind our house and strip my clothes. I then tie them around my ankle, stuff my shoes in my bag, loosen the strap and throw it over my shoulder. I phase into a large grey wolf with three white paws, two back and one front, and take off running. I run and run for miles on end.

I suddenly stop when I smell an odd sent..." Wolf? " I thought. Wolf, no, wolves a whole pack. Not just any wolves, shape shifter wolves, but that could only mean... No, no, no, no... it can't be ... I am in LA Push, the last place I wanted to be, the only other place I tried to avoid, the town where Embry, my only brother who doesn't even know I exist, lives. Maybe I could avoid running into them. I phased and put my clothes back on. Now to avoid... I was pulled from my train of thought by a cold hand around my arm. It was then that I smelt it...vampire. He turned me around and placed a rag over my mouth. The last thing I remember is someone saying " Call, Carlisle," and a pair of cold arms wrap around me, then all was black.

I woke up to people talking about something. " She didn't seam to have hit her head, so what happened." I herd one voice say. Another voice responded, " I don't know we will just have to wait until she wakes up." I realized they were talking about me and decided it was time for me to get up. I opened my eyes to an unwelcome blinding light . " W...Were am I ?" I asked the person in front of me.