From what Jasper could recall, he had been born Jasper Whitlock in 1844; Houston, Texas. He couldn't remember much of his childhood. His clearest memories started when he had joined the Confederate Army when he was sixteen, claiming to be twenty. He had been very persuasive, suave, and charming. It had worked and by the time the first battle of Galveston rolled around, he was the youngest major in Texas, having been promoted through the ranks, in only two years.

His job was to evacuate woman and children to Houston to avoid Union mortar boats. After transporting the first group, he had set out to return…and that's when he had seen them. Three woman.

He had brought his trusty steed to a halt and immediately dismounted, approaching the woman on foot. He was a Southern man and had been taught to show woman the utmost respect, but as soon as they turned around, he had stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening.

All three were indescribably beautiful and couldn't be older than twenty. Each one of them had deathly pale skin and perfect bodies. Their skin was flawless, not a bump or blemish in sight. He fell speechless at the sight of them and had even thought of pinching himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. He thought they were angels.

Introducing himself as Major Whitlock, he found out the women's names: Maria, Lucy, and Nettie. Their voices were the softest music and he longed to hear more and resisted the urge to beg them to continue speaking.

Thinking back on it, he should have run. They flirted with him, charmed him much like he had done previously, to others; and it left him confused on whether or not they needed help. He should have noticed the dangerous tones their voices took, the narrowing of their scarlet eyes, and the disturbing giggles that fell from their tantalizing lips.

But he hadn't. And because of that, he had paid the price.

The scream he released when Maria bit into his jugular echoed loudly throughout the night, scaring his horse and probably all of Texas. His vision had tunneled and then focused, the warm blood trailing down his body bringing him back to reality.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never put words to the agony. Acid flowing through his veins didn't do it justice. It was far more painful than that. He had cried, sobbed brokenly, and begged for death. He was sure that he had broken a few bones with the inhuman way his body twisted and turned in its thrashing. At one point, Maria held him down and that only served to make things worse.

When it was over, a brief explanation was given and he was put to work immediately. Maria needed to reclaim her territory and was going to use a newborn vampire army to do so. Because of his militaristic experience, he was put in charge of helping her create the perfect army—destroying those who got in the way. Nettie and Lucy went first.

He was a savage, swimming in a pool of endless depression for decades as time continued to pass. At times, he wished that a newborn would bite him too close, maybe dismember him. It was torturous, feeling every emotion of all the newborns and humans he killed. He couldn't stand it.

Then came Peter and befriending him was a blessing. With a kindred spirit, the other blonde-haired vampire didn't like to fight, though he was good at it and Peter was put in charge of watching over the others while Jasper hunted. Peter was Jasper's first true friend and they had civilized conversations when they were able. That made things easier.

When Charlotte came into the mix, things changed for Peter. The short, pale-blonde girl had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time when Maria went looking for humans, and she was turned.

Jasper warned his friend that Charlotte wouldn't last long. The scholarly vampire had no combat skills whatsoever, but Peter didn't listen to reason—the two had fallen in love at first sight. Jasper brushed off Peter's attempts to pursue him to preserve a few of the newborns. There was no point, they were too weak and needed to make room for more.

But Jasper had done it, he had spoken to Maria about keeping a few of them, for Peter's sake; but Maria didn't budge, not in the mood for another Nettie/Lucy situation. That was that.

It was the day that Jasper allowed Peter and Charlotte to escape that Maria became distrustful of him. He could sense how fearful she was and knew she was plotting to destroy him. He planned to destroy her first and was confident that he could, but then a miracle happened.

Peter came back. It was 1938 when Peter returned and told Jasper of how vampires could coexist up North.

Jasper left to join his friends, but he did not find peace; he was still tormented by his gift. He traveled with them for ten years before he left, knowing that he was upsetting them.

It was raining the day he entered that diner in Philadelphia and as he entered, a little bell jingled above his head. His dark eyes scanned the room. The place was nearly empty.

He had barely stepped in two feet when Alice approached him, radiating happiness and scolding him for keeping her waiting. Though surprised, he had given her a small smile, dipped his head, and apologized.

She accepted his apology with ease, kissed his cheek, and began her tale of the Cullen's; explaining her own background and gift of seeing the future. He took the hand she offered, surprised at the unfamiliar emotion that assaulted him: hope.

They located the family in 1950, trying their best to adapt to animal blood along the way. They joined the family hours after meeting them, Alice moving Edward's stuff out while he stood there awkwardly, telling Carlisle and Esme a brief tale of their pasts.

They were accepted with open arms after getting past the initial shock and things went swimmingly. It took a long time, but eventually Jasper became close with each one of his family members, especially his brothers who often sought him out and convinced him to come downstairs to play video games or chess…even though he had no idea what those activities consisted of.

It had taken him awhile, but he realized that there really was a world out there that wasn't consistent war and dismembering. He could be…happy.

And now, centuries later, he was. He had a family that loved him and while things had been complicated with the Edward and Bella situation, it seemed like things were looking up.

Then, Meadow Swan moved to town the day prior and it wasn't a problem. There was no reason for it to be. That is, until Alice went 'blind' and completely panicked. Edward being unable to hear Meadow's thoughts had been expected. After all, she was Bella's sister, but blocking Alice out? That had never been heard of.

Bella had been so excited upon learning that Meadow would be coming to Forks. The realization that Alice couldn't see Meadow's future, had them all questioning whether or not the young Swan had a future. No one told Bella, not wanting to upset her, but they were worried. Especially Alice. For some reason, Alice was determined to make the young Swan one of her new best friends and just like they constantly kept an eye on Charlie, they would do the same for Meadow.

Because no one else could sense anything from the brunette, it was Jasper's job to attune himself to her emotions and try his best to keep her out of danger—keep her alive.

It was a weird feeling for Jasper Hale, to be given a task that didn't involve ending someone's life.

"Ah, if it isn't, Meadow Swan."

Meadow rolled her eyes at the velvet voice. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. Though the emotions had changed, the obsession with Bella still lingered.

She shuddered, cursing herself internally.

"Are you all right?" Edward asked.

"Cold," Meadow responded shortly, "That's all."

"Would you like my jacket?" Edward offered, falling in step beside her.

Meadow bit back a snide comment about how she was already wearing one. It was a nice offer and she supposed she should say thank you.

"No, thank you," she said quietly, "If you've failed to notice, I'm already wearing one."

Okay, so, maybe she needed to practice filtering her words, but what was with this guy? Didn't he need to go follow Bella around? Why was he being so nice to her?

Edward let out a breathy chuckle, "No, I did not fail to notice, but I thought I would offer. How were your first couple of classes?"

"Terrible," Meadow said. Everywhere she went, people gawked and stared, every word out of their mouths compared her to Bella or asked about her. If that wasn't the topic, then it was the fact that she had been in disciplinary school. A few questioned how she had ended up there, but Meadow brushed them off.

"I hate it here," she added, "But you don't need to hear me gripe. How…" she sighed, "How's your day been?" she forced out.

"Uneventful," he told her, "I don't mind hearing you gripe. At least you're making conversation."

Meadow swore she was going to vomit. What part of she didn't want anyone trying was so hard to understand? She especially didn't want Bella's perfect little boyfriend to form any kind of relationship with her. What? Did he plan on telling Bella everything she told him? She wasn't stupid.

"You can stop following me, now," she said, after a moment, "It's annoying and I have to get to English class."

"Well, what do you know?" Edward smirked, "I have English class too."

"Of course you do," Meadow sighed again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

The rest of the walk was silent and Meadow wondered if Edward was just as unnerved as she was. She had learned a lot more at the Xavier Institute than just how to control her powers and how to defend herself. She had learned how to take in her surroundings, make a quick getaway, and take note of things that were off.

Edward Cullen was definitely off.

It wasn't the way he looked, it was his presence. No matter how subtle he thought he was being, Meadow knew—could feel each time he looked at her and though the gazes were fleeting, they were intense. His entire demeanor screamed 'trying too hard'. The way he walked, talked, even blinked. He did the exact same things she did as he took in his surroundings like he was waiting for someone or something to jump out at him, but she was better at it than he was, she was sure of it.

Yes, there was something off about him, but it wasn't her business and she wasn't going to pry.

Not only did she not care, but she knew what it was like. She was off too. Okay so…maybe they did have something in common, but she wasn't going to tell him that of course.

"After you, Meadow."

She jumped a foot in the air, Edward's voice pulling her out of her thoughts. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze for the first time since they started walking.

She blinked, "What?"

Edward nodded towards the door he held open, "English class," he reminded with a smug smile, "After you."

"Oh," Meadow took a deep breath, "Thanks, Edward."

"Just so you know," Edward started, "The only empty desk is next to me."

Meadow wanted to sock Edward in his smug face and clenched her fist to keep from doing so.

"Of course it is," she ground out.

It was only third period and if the rest of the day was going to be like this, then Meadow was starting to think that running away would be the better option.

True to his word, Meadow did end up sitting beside Edward and much to her surprise, everyone's emotions were mostly the same as soon as they laid eyes on her: disbelief, curiosity, and awe. As overwhelming as it almost got, nothing was broken and Meadow manipulated them easily, quelling the curiosity and replacing it with satisfaction. Other than that, she tried her best to stay within herself, ignoring the whispers that called for her attention and Edward's continuous glances.

She spent the class going over the reading list, highlighting books that she had already read. It was a standard list, nothing too special. Besides sports and meditating, reading had become somewhat of a hobby of hers at the Institute during her down time.

"Bella has a majority of those books," Edward whispered when the teacher had his back turned.

"Good for her," Meadow whispered back, "I'll make sure to give her a trophy," she sighed and placed her head in a hand. She thought about journaling, but didn't trust the eyes that kept glancing over in her direction.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and a small smile played on her lips. The only person that she could see texting would be Kitty. Once again, Meadow would wait to check her phone. She would have plenty of time to do so at lunch. She would need to find the library.

Forty-five minutes later, when the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound and Meadow gasped softly as she startled, her hand going to her heart. She looked up, glaring when she heard someone chuckle.

"Quit laughing at me," she snapped at Edward.

Edward gave a curt nod of his head, "See you around Meadow. Enjoy the rest of your day."

She didn't respond as she slung her bag over her shoulder. She would bet money that Edward only spoke to her because she was Bella's sister and she had no plans to buy into it.

She left the classroom, trying to fish her schedule from her bag as she walked, and avoided bumping into people. The class schedule was weird, in her opinion. Four classes, lunch, then two more classes instead of splitting the six classes in half with lunch in between.

"H-hi, Meadow."

The soft voice was different from the ones Meadow had already encountered and she turned her head and looked up to see a very tall girl smiling shyly. She had light brown hair with streaks of honey and gentle brown eyes. Exploring her emotions revealed—well, shyness.

"Hello," Meadow greeted, surprised, "Um, what's your name?"

"Angela Weber," she said, "It's nice to meet you. I really like your hair."

Meadow managed a small smile, "Thank you. I like yours too."

"Thanks," Angela said, "How's your day so far?"

Meadow winced, "Uh, it's okay, I guess. A lot of…staring and…questions."

"Yeah, we don't get new students often," Angela said apologetically, "It passes. Hey, what class are you going to?"

Meadow finally found her schedule and looked it over, "Government? Yeah, Building 6."

"Oh," Angela gasped, "Me too. I didn't know you were a junior."

A flush spread up Meadow's neck, "Sophomore," she murmured, "I was in a couple advanced classes at my school in New York."

"New York?" Angela gasped, "Oh, the time difference."

Another small smile graced Meadow's face, "I woke up super early because of it."

Angela giggled, "That sounds awful. I can barely get up when my alarm goes off. I don't think I could do a whole three hours earlier. And you got here on time?"

Meadow's eyes widened and she bit her lip, holding back a shy smile. This had been the most civil conversation she had had all day.

"I did fall asleep again," she admitted sheepishly.

"Are you staying in Forks?" Angela asked.

"No," Meadow tried to keep the sharpness out of her voice, "I plan to leave as soon as possible. I'm just visiting."

Angela nodded and the two continued in silence. This one was comfortable, not forced and Meadow relaxed, enjoying Angela's emotions.

Meadow kept her jacket on when she walked into the classroom, digging out the yellow slip that was folded into her pocket. She handed it to Mr. Jefferson who gawked at her like everyone else and quickly scrawled his signature.

"Thank you," she whispered, taking the slip back and accepting a book he held out, "Where can I sit?"

"There's a couple empty desks behind Miss Weber," Mr. Jefferson gestured, "Take your pick and you'll need this."

Meadow accepted the book that he held out then with her head hung, and cheeks flushed, she chose the seat right behind Angela, exhaling softly. She projected calm, doing her best to ignore the stares she still received.

"Aren't you Meadow Swan?"

"Unfortunately," she mumbled, not bothering to look up as she flipped though her history book.

Approaching the door, Meadow hesitantly poked her head in the door to the front office, "Mrs. Hammond?"

"Ah, Meadow," Ms. Cope smiled warmly, "The nurse is back here, honey. Follow me."

Meadow did as she was bid, welcoming the warmth.

"How has your day been?" Ms. Cope asked, "What class did I pull you out of?"

"Government," Meadow said, "And…my day has been okay, I guess. Thank you for asking."

Her day had been far from okay.

"Mrs. Hammond," Ms. Cope knocked on the slightly ajar door, "I have Meadow Swan here to see you."

"Of course," an elderly woman smiled, placing down a book, "Come in, Meadow. Have a seat."

Meadow nodded and sat on crackly paper that covered the brown vinyl mattress on the one cot in the small room.

"How are you?" Mrs. Hammond asked.

"Fine," Meadow said, "Yourself?"

"Just dandy," Mrs. Hammond sang, sitting on a stool with wheels, "Now, I understand that you have some food allergies?"

"Just one," Meadow said, "Nuts."

Mrs. Hammond hummed and wrote something down on a wide yellow pad. She looked up at Meadow, her brown eyes thoughtful.

"And what are your symptoms when you have an allergic reaction?" she asked.

"My throat will tighten," Meadow said, "Parts of my skin will turn red and my nose will start running."

"Anaphylactic?" the nurse asked worriedly.

Meadow nodded, biting her lip, "It's happened before. The last time was a few months ago?" she nodded in confirmation, "Yeah, my order got mixed up with someone else. I drank a peanut butter milkshake."

Mrs. Hammond scribbled something down, "You went to the ER, I hope?"

"After an EpiPen injection," Meadow shuddered. She still wasn't used to the feeling, "I have an extra one in my bag. Do you need it?"

"Yes, if you have two," Mrs. Hammond held a wrinkled hand out and took the EpiPen, checking its expiration date, "Perfect. Do you plan to buy your lunch?"

Meadow shook her head, "I've packed my lunch for years."

"Good," Mrs. Hammond said approvingly, "And is your sister aware of these allergies? She can yell for help if something happens?"

Meadow pressed her lips together. In all honesty, she didn't even know if Charlie remembered that she was allergic to nuts. It had been the Professor that had called the school to inform them.

"Mhm," she hummed, "She does."

Mrs. Hammond seemed delighted by the fact and nodded, "Good, good. And you know to come straight here if you even suspect that you're having a reaction?"

"Yes, ma'am," Meadow nodded.

"Good girl," Mrs. Hammond patted Meadow's knee and tapped her chin with the pen, "Let's see…is there anything else I need to know?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Meadow mumbled, "I'm usually really careful about my allergies."

"Good to know," Mrs. Hammond scrawled down one last thing before she nodded, "Well, I suppose that's it. The bell should ring in—oh, there it goes," she chuckled, looking at the teen, "You can go, dear."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hammond," Meadow smiled before she stood up, "Hopefully, I won't have to see you anytime soon."

Mrs. Hammond laughed, touching Meadow's arm, "Yes, yes, I suppose you're right, honey. Have a nice rest of your day and be careful."

"Thanks," Meadow waved as she took her leave, "You too."

She looked up at the sky once she was outside, blinking a few times as the rain hit her eye. She wondered if it would ever stop raining. It had been raining since her arrival in Forks.

Rain. It often rained when Storm was really sad. The weather witch didn't do it on purpose, of course, but the thought made Meadow miss the African woman.

She pulled out her cellphone, now able to check her text messages without the worry of prying eyes and she laughed aloud at what Kitty had sent her.

'That's hilarious,' she typed, biting her lip, 'Hey, can you tell Storm that I-

"Eep!" a squeak of surprise escaped her mouth when she ran straight into a brick wall, her phone almost landing on the ground. She was sure she would've fallen if strong arms hadn't wrapped themselves around her.

"Are you all right, ma'am?"

Meadow's eyes flew open at the sound of the Southern drawl and blood pooled in her cheeks when she saw who had caught her and who she had mistaken for the brick wall she had run into, sending books and papers flying.

"Jasper," she gasped, "I—I am so sorry. Oh, goodness, really, I should have been looking where I was going. Are you all right?"

Jasper flicked his eyebrows up, "Ahh, so she does have manners?"

Meadow narrowed her eyes, "What? Of course I do."

"Just not for your family?"

Meadow wet her lips, "Don't judge me. You don't know anything about that situation."

Jasper nodded, "My apologies, Meadow."

Meadow was still glaring, "You can let go of me now."

"You don't like being compared to her," Jasper said. He released Meadow and knelt down on the cold cement, beginning to gather up papers, "I'm sure it can get very tedious."

Meadow glanced at him and then turned her attention back to the task at hand, "You have no idea," she whispered.

"Perhaps you should speak to her about it?" Jasper suggested.

Meadow snorted, "'Cause I'm just dying to speak to her. Wow, you've read me like a book."

Jasper pursed his lips, "Is this the part where I give in to your false, defensive bravado, roll my eyes, and leave you alone?"

Meadow opened her mouth and then closed it again. She blushed and turned her head away, beginning to gather up her things more quickly.

"Sorry," she finally mumbled, "I don't mean to be rude. It's been a rough day."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Jasper straightened up and held out a hand, "Need help up?"

Meadow hesitated and shook her head, "No," she stood up, brushing off her clothes, "I've got it. Thanks."

She accepted the thin stack of papers that Jasper held out and offered a timid smile, "Do you know where the library is? I-

"Meadow!"

Jasper chuckled when Meadow groaned, "Alice likes you," he told her, "She just wants you to feel welcome here."

Meadow shook her head sadly, "Well, I don't want to feel welcome."

Alice had her usual wide smile as she approached, bouncing on her toes, "Meadow," she greeted, "Are you coming to eat lunch with us? Bella will be here-

"Alice," Jasper warned gently. He faced Meadow again, his eyes soft, "Did you need help finding the library?"

Meadow, became defensive once more, and narrowed her eyes, "No, I don't," she snapped, "Leave me alone!"

She turned on her heel, her papers and books clutched tightly in her hands. She was over the school day, she was over Forks, she was over the Cullen's, and she was over Bella. She was going to Charlie's house, not caring if she got into trouble. Maybe that's what it would take for Renee to send Meadow back to her real home.

Really, she had no idea where she was going, but that was fine. Forks was a small town and Meadow would find her way to Charlie's sooner or later. Besides, she needed the exercise.

She stopped walking for a moment so that she could shove everything into her backpack and pull out her cellphone. She pressed a random number on the speed dial, hit the button marked 'talk' and continued her trek home.

"Sup, man?"

"Evan," Meadow breathed, "Hey, what's up?"

"Not much," Evan sighed, "I should be doing an essay for English, but…you know."

"I don't actually," Meadow laughed, "Usually, I'm a good student."

"Usually?" Evan drawled out. Meadow could hear the surprise and approval in his voice, "What did you do?" he was grinning.

"I'm ditching school," Meadow felt bad just saying it, "I couldn't take it anymore, it was driving me crazy."

"That's awesome!" Evan practically shouted. He laughed, "You don't play do you, Doe?"

"Calm down, Spyke," Meadow said, "It's only two classes and it's not going to be a regular thing. Just today."

"Suuuure," Evan drawled out, "Lemme know if you need some tips on how to survive detention."

Meadow shook her head, "That's not something to be proud of, Evan," she chastised, "Really, you should-

"Ugh," Evan cut her off with a loud, dramatic groan, "Man, you sound like Auntie O. Bogus."

Meadow smiled, "All right, all right," she relented, "How's everything over there?"

"Fine," Evan sounded bored, "The Brotherhood have been pretty quiet, school is lame, DR sessions are brutal," his voice dropped to a whisper, "Scott says it's because Logan misses you so much."

"What was that Porcupine!?"

"Gotta go, Doe," Evan said frantically, "Bye!"

"B-" the line clicked dead before she could finish and she sighed, closing the phone and slipping it back into her pocket.

She was walking along the highway, now and it was starting to rain again. Hesitating for half a second, she fell into a nice jog and then a full run. The sooner she got to Charlie's house, the sooner she could mediate and work out before getting scolded by Charlie.

After running for awhile, she slowed down to a walk, trying to catch her breath. Things were starting to look familiar and she tried her best to recall the address or even the street where she now lived.

"Are you kidding me?" she huffed, pink-cheeked as it started to rain harder, "I better not be lo—ahhhh."

She fell, throwing her hands out last minute and scraping her palms against the concrete. She laid there for a moment, groaning at the slight sting, the knees of her jeans soaking through.

"Meow."

Something nudged against her head and Meadow pushed herself up to her knees, glaring at what had tripped her. It was a cat with auburn red fur and yellow eyes.

"You're not the Kitty I was hoping to see," she mumbled, irritated.

"Meow," the cat nudged itself against Meadow's hand, purring.

"Hi, there," Meadow scratched the cat atop its head, "What are you doing out here? It's raining, stupid."

The cat only blinked before it yawned and Meadow stood up, still looking at it. There was no sign of a collar, but the cat looked rather clean.

"Go back home," she told it, petting it one last time, "Your owner's are probably looking for you."

She continued on her way, squeaking when she tripped again. She sighed and knelt down, "No, cat, I have to go. It's cold and it's raining. Don't you have somewhere to go?"

"Meow," the cat meowed pathetically.

"Ugh," Meadow moved to scratch the cat behind its ears. Based on the meowing, she was sure it was a female cat. There was no point in hurrying, now. She was soaked, as was the cat.

"Do you want to come home with me, then?" she mumbled. She scooped the cat into her arms and straightened up, "Come on, then. We'll get you dried off and maybe your owners will put up some posters for you."

Meadow had no idea if having pets was allowed. She had never had a pet before, not even a fish and she wondered how long she could hide the cat before Charlie or Bella saw her. She would have to find a way to work up to it. For now, she would need to bathe the cat, feed her, and find some kind of litter box.

"Meow," the cat shifted in Meadow's hold.

"Almost there," Meadow promised, assuming the cat to be cold, "Don't worry, I know it's cold."

It took another fifteen minutes to find the house and by the time she had made it to the front door, she was shivering, her fingers numb as she fumbled through her backpack for the house key she had been given.

The house was only slightly warmer on the inside and it was a welcoming silence that Meadow relished. She managed to lock the door behind her and went upstairs to her room, setting the cat down on the floor.

"Stay there," she commanded when the cat moved, "I'll get you some food and water. If you have to use the bathroom, Bella's room is across the hall," she laughed at her own joke, but stopped abruptly and left her room.

"Talking to a cat," she mumbled to herself, "I'm completely losing it."

She stripped off her jacket and her shirt in the process of going to the kitchen, leaving her clad in her black bra. She swung the clothes over her shoulder and opened one of the bright cabinets, grabbing two plastic bowls before going over to the fridge and retrieving a water bottle as well as some leftover chicken from the dinner she had made last night.

She kicked the fridge closed with her foot, all hands full and went back upstairs, struggling not to drop everything. When she made it to her room, she narrowed her eyes at what she saw.

"Hey, get off my bed," she demanded, glaring at the cat, "You're all dirty and who knows how many bugs are in your fur. Here, I brought you some food."

She set out the bowls and dumped chicken into the first one, twisting the cap off the water bottle and pouring half into the second, chugging the rest herself.

"There you go, eat up," she set the empty chicken container and the empty water bottle on her dresser, "I'm going to shower and you're going to stay here."

Just as she had gathered a pair of pajamas and sent a few text messages to Kitty and Rogue, she heard the front door open and slam, startling both her and the cat.

"Meadow Elise Swan!"

The anger radiating from downstairs caused Meadow to wince and she sighed heavily. Fan-freakin'-tastic. She wondered if the school had called Charlie away from work, thinking that she was going out to rob a bank or start miscellaneous fires.

"I know you're home, young lady!"

"Stay here," Meadow whispered, tugging her pajama shirt over her head, "I'll be right back."

She fought to keep the smirk off her face as she left her room shutting the door. She was the embarrassment of the family. The daughter that had been sent away and was never supposed to return and if she did, she should have been molded to fit the reform that was expected of her. She should have come back docile, quiet, and obedient.

But that's not what happened and she was sure as hell not going to let it happen now. No, Meadow didn't take things lying down. Especially not from people that had the gall to take her away from her family.