A/N So I'm back, and in the same day as my first launched chapter!

Once I started getting reviews I immediately started writing the second chapter. I'm not gonna lie, I really am enjoying writing this story so far :D. I thought I wouldn't finish the chapter tonight but I did so since I'm so nice I put it up today for those who enjoyed my first chapter.

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"Riley…Riley…Riley sweetie…RILEY MADISON HARRIS WAKE UP NOW!"

I opened my eyes in a rushed panic, fear overwhelming me at the shout of a cranky female voice. I looked to my left and saw Gran holding the car door open, a mischievous glint in her brown eyes. I took a deep breath when I saw it was only Gran and stepped out of the car, stretching my legs. "Took you long enough to wake up, you sleep like the dead child!" Gran shouted, closing the door behind me. I looked at her over my shoulder, giving her one of my rare small smiles and a small chuckle. It was nice to laugh, I rarely had the opportunity to laugh around my mom. But that was mainly because my mom didn't have a funny bone in her body. In California I didn't really have a reason to laugh.

That's why I loved Gran so much, because she always found a way to make me laugh.

A small crunch of dirt came from in front of me and I looked up to see the guy named Sam who gave us a lift walking of Gran's house. I gulped at him, forgetting I was in the presence of a man. I grabbed onto my blue plain shirt, clenching my hands around the fabric as I looked anywhere but at him.

"Thank you so much for the lift Sam, and for taking in Riley's things, you're a great little helper!" Gran thanked him as he walked over to us a smile gracing her lips as she pat him on the shoulder. Sam smiled down gently at my Gran, and despite my fear of the guy I could tell he thought of Gran as if she were his own grandmother. "No problem Mrs H." Sam said as he rubbed the back of his neck, seeming to be slightly embarrassed by Gran's praise. "How many times to I have to tell you to call me Lucinda! You make me feel old when you call me Mrs Harris" Gran said with a pout.

I chuckled lightly as Sam's cheeks grew slightly pink.

Despite his tough exterior, the guy seemed to be a little softy inside. He looked to be around his mid-20's and aging rather well may I add. At my laugh Sam looked over at me, his cute look washing away and he cleared his throat. Apparently the guy had forgotten I was here.

Wouldn't be the first time.

"Uh, well Riley it was nice to meet you, and if you ever need a tour guide me or one of the pack- uh one my friends can show you around." Sam said with a nervous chuckle, trying to cover up his word vomit but failing miserably. I nodded my head at him, my arms crossed, mentally begging him to go away. I hated being around men, they frightened me and just all together brought up bad memories. I just knew, even though the guy was seemingly nice, I could be his potential victim someday.

All men were bound to hurt me some day.

Sam, sensing he wasn't welcomed here anymore gave a quick kiss on the cheek to Gran and hopped into his car. Gran waved at him as he drove away shouting out she would see him soon.

I just hoped I wouldn't be around to see him.

As Sam's car disappeared down the road, Gran sighed and turned around to me. I looked at her and she stared me down, her eyes piercing mine like razor sharp claws. I let out a small sigh shaking my head at Gran, telling her I didn't want to discuss what had just happened. And Gran always being able to understand me, even without words and just with simple gestures and expressions, frowned but nonetheless walked into her white little house. I breathed through my nose in relief, glad she wasn't my mom who would pester me for being so rude. I followed Gran into her house, the nostalgic scent of sandalwood and pine trees filling my nostrils and I sighed, the feeling of home washing over me.

I looked over at the living room to my right, the familiar simple pale white couches surrounding the old fashioned television. Across from the living room, separated by a new bookshelf was the kitchen where I could see Gran in, probably making her famous herbal tea. It was a nice feeling that Gran's place gave off, it was a place where anyone could feel safe and at home in.

I remember the last time I was here, I was only 8 years old.

When I no longer spoke to anyone, my mom had had enough, so in a fit of anger she sent me over to stay at Grans for the summer. It turned out to be good for me, being the first time I spent a long amount of time in La Push. The wounds I beared didn't heal of course, and I was still unable to speak a word. But I wasn't the previous girl frozen in time, frozen in that unforgettable moment.

That moment when I stopped talking, that moment when I got a scar on my stomach.

"Riley, if you want to go unpack, your room is the one down the hall at the end on your right!" Gran shouted through the book case, as she poured the boiling water into a cup. I nodded my head, even though she probably couldn't see me through the bookcase. I turned to my left, seeing the hall I walked down it, shivering at its familiar creepiness. The hall, was painfully long and just all together creepy. I looked over at the switch, flipping it upwards only to have nothing happen.

Gran still hasn't gotten the hall light fixed…. No midnight snacks or toilet brakes for me.

I continued down the hall, the wooden panels groaning under the pressure of my sneaker worn feet. I turned into the room at the end of the hall, seeing the door was already opening. I smiled slightly, remembering this was the room I had stayed in when I was 8. The soft pale cream curtains blew in the breeze from the open window. The brown panel floors were aged and withered as well as the pale white furniture. The room seemed to be the only good thing that god forsaken hall led to.

I looked at the end of the bed and saw my blue suitcase was sat on the chest pressed up against the end of my bed. I walked over to it and unpacked my things, noticing all my clothes were baggy and boyish. No wonder I was constantly mistaken for a guy.

But I really had no interest in a dress code, or a sense in fashion. I had to admit though, the way I dressed and my hair was probably the massive reason I was thought to be a boy. Maybe if I did dress a bit nicer and grow out my hair I would be known I was a girl.

But I didn't want to change myself just because a few people here and there thought I was a dude.

When all my clothes were put onto hangers in my closet, I took out a few personal things. Being my notepad, what I used to communicated at school, my camera, typewriter and laptop as well as my massive pile of novels. I looked around my room, noticing I didn't have a book case. I grabbed what I could carry of my books and walked out my door and down the creepy hallway. I looked around the room and saw Gran sitting at the dining table, her herbal tea grasped around her frail fingers. She looked up at me and seeing my struggling to balance my books came rushing to my rescue taking them out of my hands. Knowing what I intended to do she carefully place's my precious novels on the book shelf. Gran looked at each of them, nodding her head in silent praise at each title. I heard Gran squeal slightly as she saw a particular book, and she raised the book in the air, like Rafiki when he showed Simba to the pride lands. "Jane Eyre! You beauty!" Gran said, twirling around with the book still raised in her hands. I smiled slightly at Gran, and her small obsession with the novel and movie. "Oh I haven't read this book in years!" Gran exclaimed, lowering the book to her chest, holding it close. Gran looked up at me her eyes sparkling as usual, asking me silently.

I sighed, nodding my head with a small smile.

Gran squealed racing toward the plush aged white couch and collapsing onto it, bouncing slightly. She opened the book hastily, flipping past the introductions and to the first chapter, becoming oddly silent. I laughed at her child like manner, yet knowing it was one of her adoring traits.

"Why don't you go down to First Beach, go explore a bit." I heard Gran say, her head rolled backwards resting at the top of the couch. I froze at what she said, rather hoping I could have stayed in the house on my first day. But at her hoping look, I sighed nodding my head.

No one could ever say no to the infamous Lucinda Harris.

"Good, it's only a short walk from here, but the quickest way is through the woods on your left. You'll find it easily." Gran smiled at me gently. I smiled at her in return and quickly ran down the hall, grabbing my camera from my room. I walked back into the living room, my camera strap safely around my neck. "See you later girly." Gran spoke with a small giggle, returning to her favoured book. I tightened my grip on my camera as I walked out the door, the cold breeze causing me too shiver.

I looked to my left and saw the forest Gran spoke over, noticing it was in fact not too far from our house. I turned my camera on the moment I entered the tree line, taking shots of things I deemed photo material. I had always loved my photography, besides my small notes I did, pictures were all I had to express myself. I attempted a zoom in on a bird in its nest, but sadly the picture wouldn't focus on the bird so I gave up. I let out a small gasp of excitement when I saw the beach through the tree line, realising Gran was right. It only took me 2 minuted to get here.

I walked out of the forest, sighing slightly in relief when I saw only a small amount of people were there. I hated big masses of crowds; whenever I happened to be walking and saw a large group of people I would always turn away and walk in the other direction no matter where I was.

The more people the more chances for me to get hurt.

As my feet sunk in the sand, I took off my sneakers and socks and relished in the feel of sand between my toes. I hummed lightly as I wiggled my toes, a small smile gracing my lips. I looked up my pale blue eyes searching for something to take a photo of. The beach really was quite beautiful, rather small land wise, but having the forest surrounding it gave it that peaceful isolation. I raised my camera, still standing near the forest; I took snaps of a few people, capturing their happy, smiling faces. I zoomed in on a little girl, her eyes alive as she chattered happily to an older russet man with buzzed black hair and brown eyes. The little girl was quite pretty herself, with long brown wavy hair and silver eyes as well as the tribes russet skin. I smiled gently at their joy, their laughter echoing over to me, both making me and breaking me. I frowned slightly as another tall russet man blocked my view of the two, his bare back in the way of my shot. I sighed, but was still happy with the few photos' I got.

I moved closer nervously, irrationally thinking that everyone was looking at me, laughing at me. I gulped lightly, but despite my natural fear of people I continued walking further into the sandy beach. I turned to my left, taking snaps of the ocean as I walked.

It was strangely peaceful over here, the gentle breeze of the wind and the waves of the ocean were rather calming. I turned ahead of me preparing to take a picture of the group of people I thought I would see.

Only to meet a person's face, the picture already taken.

I froze, my eyes still pressed against my camera as I looked at the handsome man through the lens. A tall slender man with russet skin like everyone else in the tribe stood tall in front of me. Yet despite being slender he had long rounded muscles, as well as being topless I couldn't help but be drawn to his six pack. He had short cropped black hair, and piercing brown eyes that seemed to dig into my soul like a mighty sword. I tried to breathe, best I could but failed at the simple task.

My breath came out in short gasps, as I tried to control my mind as the image of his eyes danced in my mind. "I think you're making a few people here uncomfortable." The gorgeous man said, anger lacing his tone as I saw him cross his arms, as if he were preparing to scold a child.

I looked at him puzzled by his words.

"People here don't want their photos taken like some sort of celebrity, don't you have manners kid?" The man growled lowly at me and I shrank back, wanting to crawl into my usual shell. I hadn't even thought of this being considered rude, I often took photos of people in California, none of which seemed to mind it. I suppose people here didn't like it though. I wanted to apologise desperately, to say I didn't mean to make anyone uncomfortable.

But like always… I remained silent.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" The guy shouted and in fear he would hit me I quickly lowered my camera and looked into the handsome man's eyes.

I couldn't name what passed between us the moment our eyes met.

The once furious mans' eyes softened once our eyes met and slowly altered into….

Something I couldn't possibly describe.

He stared down at me, his eyes wide as his body shook.

I grew afraid as he reached out for me, afraid the handsome man I had once been weakened by would now hit me for my rudeness. I shrank back as I waited for him to strike me.

He never did.

Without looking up at him, I felt something warm suddenly brush against my cheek. The hand was magically warm and I breathed out a gasp, hurriedly looking over to the man. He was staring at me, utter awe in his eyes.

But then the moment shattered.

That hand…. Oh god this hand belonged to him…a male… oh please lord don't let him hurt me! I shouted out it fear pulling away from his gentle warm hand. But of course in my hurry to get away from him I fell backwards, straight onto my butt. I let out a low hiss of pain, as my forgotten injured rib sprang back to life as it throbbed painfully. I placed my hand on my rib as I moaned at the forgotten pain.

"Are you okay!" The man in front of me shouted in concern and fear as he knelt in front me grasping my hand as he looked for any sign I was in pain. I quickly pulled at his hand as I tried to sit up and get away from the man's piercing eyes. What was happening to me? Why did this man affect me so much more than others?

The man tightened his grip around my hand, as he pulled me to my feet along with him.

When I was on my feet the pain intensified and I pulled at his hand again, desperately wanting to go home and treat my rib. Something I should have the second I arrived in La Push. The man growled lowly as I struggled against him yet he released my hand ever so slowly. Once my hand was free I turned in the other direction trying to run the best I could.

"Wait! D-don't go!" The man shouted behind me and the sound of his feet crunching against the sand behind me only made my fear grow. Please don't hurt me!

But he was too fast, and because of my injury I was just too slow.

I felt warm hands wrap around me and somebody pull me quickly to their chest. I struggled against the arms, just wanting to go home to Gran and get my rib fixed. "Please, don't leave." The gentle voice of the man whispered into my ear and I shivered at the odd feeling.

What was happening to me?

"Embry! Let him go man, he isn't worth it!" A voice behind us shouted and I turned my head to the voice, only to see the man and the little girl I was taking pictures of before.

There's another one of them… oh god he was almost as muscled as this guy. What am I going to go!

The man behind us looked confused and I saw him tighten his hold on the little girl in his arms, as if afraid one of us would hurt her. The man holding me, Embry, didn't seem to hear the other guy. I pushed against Embry's hold again, and this time I felt his grip loosen and I pushed harder. The man behind us walked closer and rested a spare hand onto Embry's shoulder.

"Embry, man are you okay?" The man asked, slight concern in his tone as he looked at me, confusion in his eyes. I looked away from him and again I pushed on Embry's arms only this time his hold on me broke and I was free. Without a moment's hesitation I raced away from the man that had once held me so fiercely. "NOOO!" I heard an enraged roar behind me, and I assumed it belonged to the Embry man. As I disappeared through the tree's attempting to blend in with the forest, something I think I did quite well at. Unable to run anymore from the pain in my rib I hid behind one of the pine tree's trying to slow my breathing. In fear that one of them had followed me I looked over pass the tree and at the still visible beach, expecting to see them still standing there or running after me.

Yet from what I could see, only the man and little girl still stood near the tree line, the older man trying to calm the seemingly upset child. I couldn't help but think I was the one to make the girl cry.

I released a small sigh of relief, hoping that Embry hadn't followed me into the woods and just gone back to his business.

I rubbed my hand over where my rib cage should be and turned away from beach and looked down at my camera. I gasped at what I saw.

Still shown on my camera screen, was the picture of the man I both fear and desire.

The anger in his eyes that I feared, yet the beauty that I undeniably wanted to possess was staring at me. I clenched my teeth at the face and pressed a button on my camera.

'Are you sure you want to delete this picture' it read.

Moving the arrow in the 'yes' direction my hand paused over the 'ok' button.

And with a small groan I pressed the arrow in the other direction and clicked 'ok'. I frowned at my stupid weakness and turned my camera off with a small sigh.

I looked up from my camera, and screamed in fear at what stood before me.

A wolf the size of a horse stood tall in front of me it's piercing brown eyes shown like a star. It had grey glossy fur with dark black spots and his snout was a dark grey, which was a noticeable feature. I pressed myself against the tree, seriously despising my luck at this very moment.

But unlike what I had thought the wolf would do, the wolf didn't lunge at me and tear out my throat like expected.

Instead the wolf lowered itself to the floor and crawled toward me slowly, almost as if I were the animal. For some reason those eyes reminded me so much of the man I met before, Embry. Suddenly unafraid of the dangerous looking wolf, I slowly reached out my hand. And as my hand caressed the wolfs fur, the wolf gently shut its eyes, seeming content as I stoked it. I'd never been one to adore animals, but this handsome wolf was an exception. I knelt onto the ground, eye-levelled with the wolf. I looked into the wolfs eyes, my once fearsome state now becoming calm and feeling safe with the wolf. I stroked its fur gently and I chuckled lightly at his animalistic purr of content.

I suppose some animals aren't as frightening as they appear.

I thought as I stoked the back of the gentle wolfs ears.

I wonder if that relates to humans as well.

But with a flash of cruel eyes and punishing laughter, a hand holding a knife sliced my stomach, I re-thought my earlier assumption.

No…. Men were the real animals, no matter what they appeared to look like.

I was one to rarely shed a tear, but as memories bombarded me I couldn't help but choke on a sob. This wolf made me feel so in place, so safe to feel how I feel.

Not even Gran could make me shed a tear.

I heard the wolf whine as he saw my tears and I laughed lightly as it licked my hand.

Just for today… just this once I would let myself cry.

So with a tearful smile, I lowered my head to the soft fur of the gentle wolf, and allowed myself the freedom to cry.

A/N I hoped you enjoyed the chapter, because I certainly enjoyed writing it!

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