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

My mother lashed out at me with ferocious speed, too quick for a human, but still too slow to be either werewolf or vampire. "You little bitch!" She screeched at me.

"Aw mother," I said sarcastically. "Don't be so angry."

"You want to rub it in my face some more that the werewolf gene skipped a generation of females."

"Ha, ha!" I laughed at her, rubbing it in her face. "I'm a werewolf, and your not!"

"Renee!" Phil said furiously. "Behave yourself."

"Shut up!" My mother hissed. I laughed softly and then planted my hands on the table and leaned my weight foreword on them.

"Shouldn't we take this somewhere a little more private?" I asked them, glancing behind me at the party…which wasn't even noticing the scene, too focused on the things around them.

"You're my sister…"Scarlet whispered again.

"You got it babe." And then I said. "But I'm not into all that lovey dovey shit!"

She laughed and smiled at me brilliantly. "Mom doesn't like you huh?" She asked with a slight frown on her face.

"It's mutual, I assure you."

"Bella!" I heard Marcus call from behind me. "Where are you going? Edwards like spazzing out."

"I'll meet you back at the house." I told him. "I think it's time you should leave, you and the Cullen's."

"I'll stay with you!" He pleaded.

"Your cute," I laughed. "But no." And then I turned away and followed the large amount of adults and college students into one of the dark hallways and down three flights of stairs.

Growling came from all around, and when I glanced at the walls I noticed the were lined row my row of cages full of wolves…werewolves to be exact.

"You cage them…" I whispered in distress, quickly hurrying towards a wall and brushing my fingers against one of the many cages. The animal or human inside whimpered in angst and pressed their muzzle against the bars, licking my hand in devotion. It'll be alright… I whispered in my mind to the beast, and he looked at me with curiosity and depression in his eyes. "How can you do this?" I snapped loudly, hearing the door to upstairs slam shut and lock.

"I don't know who you think you are…" A young blond headed man said stepping forward; his appearance so closely resembled Nathaniel's. "But you have no right to voice your opinions."

The feminist in me lashed out and I growled in anger…not realizing until that moment that Scarlet, Richard, Renee and Phil were all here plus the thirty or so others. I laughed at the blond man and then smiled wickedly. "I outrank you." I said smugly.

"What?" He hissed, his body shaking.

"You heard me. I. Out. Rank. You." I repeated, stalking towards him I watched in slow motion as his arm lashed out at me, intending to hurt, but just as quickly I side stepped him and laughed in his face. "You don't seem to comprehend." I said deadly silent and all movement from him, the rest of the werewolves and my family stopped. "Because I am Alpha here, seeing as I outrank everyone…you have no choice but to listen to me…"I sighed. "Truth is I didn't come here to fight. I came here to warn you."

"Warn us?" A pair of twins asked stepping forward. Their bodies were toned and lean, their hair a dark smoldering black and their eyes a crisp emerald green.

"Have you not heard what the government is creating?" I asked.

"What?" Some of the others whispered simultaneously.

"Their creating super soldiers. Their giving regular military people capsules of powered drugs meant to perfect them."

"What are these pills made of?"

"Powdered vampire venom and werewolf blood mixed together."

The blonde man looked shocked. "Impossible…" He whispered.

"No, it is possible." I ran a hand through my hair, tousling it even further. "My vampire friend and his family have information on the project. I hear their calling it project VAMPWOLF."

"Vampires!" The blonde hissed.

"We are not getting into that story." I said annoyed. "Someone either vampire or werewolf has been taking pictures of our kind phasing, and then sending it to the government SECTOR 7."

"SECTOR 7…" A dark skinned man whispered. "I didn't think that was believable."

"Believe it." And then my aura became pure black. "You're caging young wolves!" I hissed.

"It's for their protection." The blonde said hastily. "Just for two weeks. Until they can comprehend what's happened to them."

"Two weeks in a cage." I growled, my body shaking. "That can make any animal, whether part human or other wise, crazy." And then I growled. "Get them out."

"Alpha!" A woman said in protest, staring at the blonde man. "Damon how can you let her speak to you thusly?"

"Thusly?" I laughed at her. "Stuck in the 1800's babe?"

"Shut up…" She hissed.

"Are you Nathaniel's—Rufus' mate's—brother?" I questioned him, now ignoring the woman.

"I am." He said smiling broadly. "You like my brother?" He asked.

"I adore him!" I said excitedly.

"Most people don't." He said sadly. "It was shocking to see how devotedly that werewolf looked at him."

"Mates? Devotedly?" A older silver haired man asked stepping forward. "What's this about Nat?"

"He's been mated father." Damon grinned broadly again, his teeth flashing in the dim light. "And this woman adores him!" The silver haired man exclaimed excitedly and then looked as if he were crying.

"He's always been so small…" The older man whispered.

"Its normal, trust me." I told him. "Rufus seems to like him smaller anyway." I smiled elatedly at the thought of Nathan and Rufus…and then my aura went black again. "Get them the fuck out of those cages."

"Do it!" Damon and the older man said hastily, and instantly the men were avid to obey.

Twenty or so wolves were released from their cages in five minutes…all of them scampering towards me, their noses trying to touch some part of my body. Whimpering was heard and instantly I was trying to calm them. "If you put them back in those cages, and I find out about it, all of you are dead." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I need to leave. Tomorrow I travel for Scotland."

"Scotland?" Damon asked.

"Yea…I have a surprised date with the king."

"King Uley?" Damon asked.

"Uley?" I asked faintly. "Like Sam Uley?" I questioned.

"Yes, that's the King's son."

"What?" I snapped.

"Err…" Damon hedged. "Why are you angered?"

"I-I holy fuck Sam's a prince? I'm mated to a prince?"