Chapter 4: I constantly thank god

Autumn's POV

I was normally bored around this time of day, at noon. Where the sun was at it's brightest. I still felt the need to nap 24/7. I decided it was a good time to watch TV. Good old-fashioned cartoons…

As I flicked it on, I realized it was on the same channel as before. BBC world news. Lets see what's going on around the world.

My draw dropped. There was Kai, being guided by officials through a throng of people, and cameras. As happy as I should have felt, I had a pit of anger building at the bottom of my stomach.

There she was, on camera for the world to see, doing nothing. I closed my eyes, envisioning a much better way of Kai dealing with this. She could literally sick the whole Canadian, as well as American, military on Italy. I curled my fists on the couch's armrest, but too late did I realize that I ripped the leather off the armrest.

She abandoned me. After everything I had done.

I was angered. I promised myself, vowing to never be so weak as I was when I was human. I would be as powerful as the Volturi. With the Volturi.

Kai's POV

My father couldn't believe me. His eyes shut tight, comically. He evidently didn't believe me.

"Dad, don't call a therapist." I said, as he was tearing out his hair. He was walking around in circles, with a confused look, holding the phone in his hand.

"Even better," He stated, dialing an unfamiliar number. I could hear the dial tone.

"Mary." He said, hushed.

Why was he calling my mother? Like she could help any better? I stomped to my room, carefully knocking over books and pictures along the way. I wanted to tell him, but if he was going to go ahead and tell people I barely knew, then I was sure as hell going to be pissed.

I lay down on my bed, and wrapped my arms around my soft cold pillow. I did a double take when I felt a plastic bag under it. I pulled the bag out, and gasped. I had almost forgotten about the package. Immediately I pulled out the first paper.

My heritage. Why had Autumn packed it? It was large enough, I suppose. But it was of my mom's side. As I looked closer, I noticed the names. They were native names. My dad had never told me I was part Native American. I closed the folder thinking. I wasn't that mad at my dad, but that would've been another level of connection to Autumn that I would've had. She was usually for her Ojibwa ceremonies, and I could only guess what she would do.

The next thing I knew, I was on a plane-ride with my very nervous father, to the west coast. Thereby reaching Vancouver, and my mother's house. She was thrilled, though we haven't told her exactly what was wrong with me. She's just glad that I'm safe. If she only knew at this moment, then she'd be flipping out.

I reopened the papers, to see another one about Quileute legends. Autumn had circled in pen one about shape-shifting ancestors. She was onto something here, and I would be eager to pick up her trail.

We landed rather bumpily, and after going through customs and getting our luggage off the conveyor belt, I saw a woman approach me. I could see my features in her, since my dad and I had almost nothing in common physically, except for skin tone.

Not a word was said between us, as she welcomed me with a tight hug, and brought us back with her to her car. There was a tension between my parents, and they would only make eye contact for a little while. I sat in the back, twiddling my thumbs. As nice as it was to meet my mom for the first time in a long time, I was more excited to meet my relatives.

"I thought it'd be easier if I just drove you across the border." Mary said helpfully.

I couldn't really tell the difference, since sitting in a vehicle was all the same to me.

After a long days drive, and a border cross, the road started to get bumpier. I knew from spending summers on Autumn's family's reserve that we were indeed entering a reserve. Those, as well as the sign that read now entering Quileute Territory were both good indicators.

I hadn't noticed that my legs and back were stiff, until I started to sit up. I could really use a good run to loosen up a bit, but I didn't want to scare the crap out of my mom just yet.

Along the way, I saw half-naked native boys walking down the side of the road. I think I'm gonna like this reserve.

We stopped in front of a nice-looking house, with crisp white siding, and over-all new looking.

I took what I packed from her trunk, and walked to the front door.

"Make yourself at home, I suppose…" Mary said uncomfortably.

After admiring the woodsy feel to her house, she led me to a room that looked like it was only recently prepared, with a new bed and fixings. I shook my head. I'd have slight for respect for this gesture if it had been put to more use by me. It took my disappearance for her to realize I'd been gone. She had after all jumped at this chance to meet me again.

I didn't unpack just yet, because I wasn't certain if I would be staying too long.

Dinner was served after two hours of being there, and it was seven o'clock. I noticed my mother look at me in surprise when I ate next to four plates of her spaghetti. Even though it was shitty spaghetti. We gathered ourselves in the living room soon after we cleared the dinner table. We might've looked normal, if you didn't take into account that I haven't seen my mom in a while, or my dad, and there was little to no conversation, and I was a shape shifter thing.

I just wanted to let you know that the next chapter will be so much better and longer. I'm just sorry it took THIS long. It's actually ridiculous. I decided to publish this to tell you that I am alive. Give me a week or so. Cause I'm writing another story at the same time. Thanks guys :)

-sage94