Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or characters, Stephenie Meyer does. I own extra characters and plot.

Sam walked slowly through one of the many hallways in the werewolf palace. He was tired, he was gloomy, and he was missing Bella so fucking much that he felt like crying. Ahh… Baby, he thought, Bella's image showing itself in his mind. Bella baby I love you. He wished she could hear his thoughts, wished she were here so he could talk to her…plead with her to understand that he hadn't wanted Emily—he snarled her name in his mind—only the baby. But she wasn't here…so he couldn't tell her.

Suddenly soft warm arms wrapped around him from behind…and he growled in anger. Cynthia…

"What do you want?" He asked her icily.

"Don't be like that," She purred in his ear, turning him to face her. She was so fake, he thought, fake hair, fake tan, fake nails…it was a surprise for him to realize that he had once thought her beautiful.

"You have no right to touch me." He told her softly.

"W-what do you mean?" She asked shocked. "We're betrothed!"

"B-Bella?" Renee asked me in shock.

"Hello," I told her simply. "It's been a while Renee."

"M-m-mother?" Scarlet asked clearly confused.

"Yes," I answered her. "You see Scarlet; I'm your older sister Bella."

I laughed when she gave me a critical eye, her gaze obviously disbelieving. "You cannot be my sister." She finally said, staring at my outward appearance.

"Oh believe me," I told her, moving swiftly—too fast for her to see—I was in front of her in an instant. "I am your sister. I am approximately thirty six years old…but on the outside I'm simply eighteen." And then I took the plunge. "I'm a werewolf."

"Why you little--!" my mother began before she launched herself at me.

"Hey man!" Victor said running towards Richard panting hysterically. "you'll never fucking believe what I just heard!"

"Dude come on, now more sex talk. I'm so fucking sick of it."

"N-no! Dude, Bella's your fucking sister!"

"You're shitting me. Do you not see how old she is?" Richard asked clearly thinking that Victor was trashed.

"No man she's like fucking thirty six…" He trailed off and then in a whispered frightened voice he said. "And I heard her say she's a werewolf."

"What's this nonsense about you not marrying Cynithia!?" King Uley, Sam's father shouted at him as Sam entered the command room.

"I'm not touching that bitch." He seethed. "I'm already mated and I've fucked it up enough already."

"Yes, that Emily woman I recall…" King Uley said disdainfully.

"No, no it's not her." Sam spoke. "Her names Isabella Swan."

"What…" The king asked faintly. "Your…do you know who you speak of?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you not know the prophecy?" King asked barely audible now.

"What?!"

"It's told in the legends of the wolves that a woman will become a wolf, the first pure white wolf in millennia," He stopped for effect. "She'll fall in love with a vampire…only to be swept away into the arms of a wolf. The prophecy recalls of a great battle between her and the humans."

"I don't understand…" Sam said.

"Do you not know," His father said. "That you're mated to Queen of the Myth, the woman that will lead us to salvation."

WHEW...! I know, I know it has been for fu-cking ever! I'm so sorry, and then I have to go and make this chaper only five hundred and eighty eight words long. How lame and cruel can I be right? uhhh...suck it up! You guys give me comments please, I have no clue if some of you hate this story or if your completely devoted to it! God I need help! Okay I went a bit mellodramatic there but ahh...that doesn't mean anything.

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P.S. next chapter I will try to make longer. ILOVEYOUGUYS!!!