Disclaimer; I do not own Stephenie Meyer's characters. I just own mine.

xXx

"The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are."

-John Pierpont Morgan

Part 2; Act 1

Jade

To our dearest children;

By the time you read this, you are now reached the age consent of an adult, and you will acknowledge what I'm about to tell you in a mature way. It saddens me that I will never get to see you're beautiful faces when we tell you of this news, so as your mother and I sit here writing this to you, we want your chins up and smiles planted on your faces, because even though we are not there in person, we're still watching you in spirit. So are you smiling? Good! Now, you ready for the exciting news?

Remember Grandpa Joe and his house we use to visit every summer when you were little? Yeah, you probably don't. You we're both 6 and 4 at that time. However, you did love it there. The huge forest in the backyard that held a swing set that Grandpa Joe put in just for you, Jade. And a huge tree fort for you, Jaxon, built by me, grandpa, and grandpa's friends, that took almost the whole summer, but you never did mind that you only had 5 days to play in it before we headed home.

Is it all coming to you now? No? Okay, let's see..

You remember playing hide and seek in "gwandpas big ole house"? Every time you played, you my dearest Jade would always hide in the same spot, but your brother also looked there last each time just to make you happy and make you think you hid very well. Or the time when Jaxon came running down the steps and flew into the wall, almost breaking his nose on contact? Boy, Jaxon, you were no stranger to the hospital that summer!

Gosh, I miss the old times. You were both really happy then. We all were.

Okay, no more fussing and crying. Still have your chins up? Excellent. Now, on to what this letter is really about.

As soon as you're done reading this, there is a document behind this sheet. It is something you need to talk to our lawyer about. Your mother and I hope you make the right decision.

Remember, we may not be there in person, but we are in spirit and we just want to let you know that in your heart's, you will know we support any decision you make with this document.

Well, this is the end of the letter, not much more to say other then we love you both so much.

As a final farewell, we bid you not a goodbye, but a see you later.

With all our love,

Dad and Mom

"Wanna get that last box for me?" I made my way into my new home. Turns out, the document dad gave me and Jaxon was Grandpa Joe's old house, who left it in his will for dad and dad left it in his will for us. To say I was excited wasn't the word. Dad thinking that we wouldn't remember anything from this place was false, I remembered everything. Even the times he didn't mention, despite being only 4 at the time. I loved coming here in the summer. When we got the go ahead, me and Jaxon never held up the opportunity, we went straight for it. What we didn't remember however, was where it was. "Right smack in the middle of an invisible and divided line between Forks and La Push, Washington" our lawyer informally described.

Hearing that took a toll on me. My new found family, which was the pack that I was, how Rach says, gracefully included into. To this day she'll still laugh at how I was the only one who ended up straight on my back with four paws in the air, my eyes and mouth wide open in shock at discovering what I was the for the very first time. Of course I remember nothing of it from blackening out.

So, we finally made the decision that we would all move together. It sucked leaving my best friend, but we promised everything from phone calls and emails to an occasional postcard because "that's what they did way back when" and because I think that its sorta awesome. And the occasional visit when she could afford it.

Jaxon was happy, of course him being a guy and all and living with four, EXcluding me ('cause that shit would be weird) women who did nothing but baby him and pity him for being the only guy, which brang us back to why he was pretty much content.

"Where do you want me to put this?" My brother held up one side of the couch as if it was nothing at all. It didn't surprise me at all. He worked out and now, to my happy relief, it was paying off. Although I could have done it with my awesome strength, gained exclusivley from being a were cat, but frankly, I was far to tired. It had happened to be one of the worst flights I ever took. I thought it would be an easy 5 and a half hour flight from Newfoundland to Seattle, but I was wrong. Jaxon started picking at me from his seat as soon as we were in the air. Heather started kicking my seat "accidentally" from behind. The plane touched down to get more fuel, that happened to take 2 hours and 14 effing minutes, but who was counting? As soon as the plane landed, we bought a rental car and as soon as we drove from the airport someone just had to mention that the next 3 and a half hours were going to be "SO much fun!" My butt is still numb from sitting to much, and that all happened a day ago.

"Over here" I pointed to the wall covered side of the living room. Jaxon gently laid it down and was about to sit, until I flopped onto it, smushing my face on the pillow.

"Still tired, huh?" My brother smirked. He looked way to cheery for my liking, in fact, I don't think I seen him yawn once since we arrived, although he did sleep like a log for 10 hours.

I threw an unused pillow at his face, in hopes it would knock off the cherry-on-top behaviour. All he did was let out a deep laugh.

"Juss shuuu uuu'ff" I mumbled into the pillow.

He didn't stop laughing. He seriously sounded like Santa on drugs. Both annoying and somewhat amusing. Finally my curiosity got the better of me and I picked my heavy head up, only to come face to, well, butt. My eyebrows furrowed and my nose wrinkled with disgust. I almost threw up. "Ew, gross Rach, what did you eat today? A fucking dead animal? Get you ass away from me, sicko!"

"That was for last weeks little prank you pulled on me, babe" She looked down at me and smiled then walked away as I flipped her the bird. Jaxon was full out laughing his ass off and holding his sides on the floor. "Shut it, jerk!" I turned on my side, facing the couch and fell back to sleep.

3 hours later, we all sat in the kitchen and ate the takeout that Jessica had to go into Forks for, while we discussed on our new life here. "So if we want to phase, its better to do it heading towards La Push then Forks. I've already been up that way and made a trail, it should be easy to find, no doubt" Kim said, slapping another piece of pizza on her plate.

I slowly ate mine, thinking of things that everyone at the table thought of at one point or another, some more then others. Why do we phase? Don't get me wrong, I have NO problem what so ever with it. If it helps at all, I turned a few heads of the opposite and same sex while I would go for a stroll down the street. Not like I ever did anything about it though. I was pretty content on being by myself and figuring out who I was and who I would become. Which, of course, bought me back to my main point.

xXx

I sat comfortably in a chair on the outside patio and wrapped a blanket around me. One thing that would have been an awesome advantage would have to be heat, but sadly, we never. When phased, our fur and blood were both warm as we ran around, but not in human form. I can't say much about the others, but I constantly felt like a vampire. Cold and hard at touch. I shivered and laughed at myself. Ahahah, vampire. Once I do get warmed up, maybe I'll consider myself the enemy of a vampire, a wolf. I laughed at myself again.

Errrrr

My head tore to the left, and searched within the forest.

Nothing.

Still, something was watching me. I sighed and wrapped the blankets around me further as the late November wind whistled by. I searched the trees one last time, but all stayed quiet. I was scared nor was I paranoid, but the last time this happened, I became a "mythical" creature, real only in books and movies. So whatever was out there, was real. I could feel it.

I made my way inside and up to my room, throwing myself on my bed. This time, I thought, whatever was out there, I was ready for. I was sure of it.

At least I hope I was.

I turned onto my side and fell to sleep.