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So recently familiar to me, I was caught dumbstruck by these nebulous eyes. There was certainly something off about them whether I could identify it or not.

The same, I soon realized, went for me. After finally noticing the boy holding these eyes was staring back at me, I instantly dropped my gaze. I tried unsuccessfully to recover from this embarrassment, scanning through the pages of my magazine while moving silently away behind a postcard stand. (One of the few places not shorter than me.) I could only wait a few good seconds before looking back around to see if the boy was still looking at me. Like a small child at the zoo, I couldn't help but glance at them again. It seemed too weird to be real, I kept thinking, remembering the thing off about this person. He was a normal looking guy, you see, but when someone looked into his eyes. . .Uhh.

He was still there, from what I saw, but he also was starting to become discreet. Shocking me with one last glimpse, he dropped the book he had been looking through and took off out of the busy store. Within seconds he was gone.

That evening I took the rental car to a take-out place. (Well, it was more of a SUV, but you get the idea.) After munching on at least a little something when at the airport, everyone apparently grew hungry again and I was on the way to pick up another ridiculous order. Someone probably would've come along, too, but for some reason I felt this chore needed to be accomplished on my own. That, and including I was craving for some time now by myself. Ever since the run-in with that stranger I had remained ominous all the way up until we reached the hotel. Off and on, also, Seth and Jacob would question me about how I was feeling and what was going on inside my head. They knew something was up. Whether they knew exactly or not, it was clear from how they looked that something from the airport was the cause of my behavior.

But, it turned out difficult to get rid of that guy in my head. That whole time he was just staring at me, as if I was someone he was expecting, but also looked as if he was hoping out of some irony I would prove him wrong. He confused the hell out of me and when he left it only grew even more!

But, off from all that, what caught my attention most were his pair of eyes.

Yes, I know it's ridiculous when you first think about it, but I could've swore I saw him wearing an orange pair of eyes. In between orange and yellow, the color I thought was astounding! It was completely contrary to what I thought a tall, dark-skinned man would be having. Any human being, shoot! I could clearly tell the stranger was Native American, but from what I remembered, they didn't have orange eyes! Normally brown, black, and occasionally green or blue, but orange?

Maybe I was hallucinating, was my many thoughts up until now. It wasn't like me to see things like and that's the exact reason why I haven't spoken a word of it to Seth and the others. We just got here, for God's sake, we didn't need to be worrying about something already.

Parking the large vehicle before the restaurant, I entered the busy food atmosphere just barely noticing all the crazed waiters and waitresses flying about the many seated customers. I confirmed my order and waited patiently for the food to arrive. It was Mexican for once, I wanted to show the pack something new to try since it seemed none of them had ever tried Mexican food before.

"It'll be about another 5 minutes, ma'am," assured the lady at the cash register.

I said alright and took a seat along the side of the wall. Sitting there, I took out the money needed. Afterwards, I checked my new phone (Which I had shockingly received the morning of Christmas Day from Seth) for messages. Two were from Seth and a couple from the Cullen's. I had to admit, the device helped a lot when it came to communicating with those vampire bloodsuckers. I became very appreciated of Seth for getting me it by then.

Scanning through the long messages, I was just getting through the rest of Alice's when for some reason I glanced up to look out the large front windows. If it wasn't for the lights lit everywhere I wouldn't be able to see the sidewalk touching the building nor the dark bushy area across from the parking lot. But, out of nowhere, I got the feeling to peer closer to the area stretched further beyond the parking lot. It was aways back, but I had strong eyes (thanks to my wolf genes).

Then, without intending to next, I met eyes with the same pair of eyes I had been stressing over all day. I gasped, but fell into shock about what I was really seeing. Not realizing yet that I had dropped my phone, I was too phased by the sight of a black coated canine standing concealed enough to cover up anybody from here to see him. As for me. . .

"Ma'am, you're orders ready."

I didn't hear.

"Ma'am?"

"What?" I snapped out of it, snatching back my phone, then jumping up to meet the cash register. I gave her the money, took my many to-go boxes of food, then fought for whatever many seconds I could to decided whether I should step outside or not. For some reason I was really scared now, and didn't think at all at the time whether I should call Seth or someone for help or what. Hell, I was like a stupid girl in a horror movie who sees her crazed maniac killer stalking her. But, the thing was this wasn't a movie it was real life. And whether he really was some kind of psychotic killer was beyond me. I was crowded with people at the moment so he wouldn't attempt to confront me then. That's also why he probably didn't do anything when at the airport. Could he be waiting for me now?

I didn't know what to do. For a moment there I was half desiring to simply wait there safely in the restaurant until it seemed safe or something. Then, the knowledge hit me that I shouldn't be afraid. I was a werewolf too, damn it! And if he was wanting to hurt me than I was strong enough to defend myself.

Then, keeping in mind that I had what it takes to face him, I stepped out into the night. The air, I realized then did seen nice and refreshing. Yet, I couldn't decide whether it was my pumping feelings at the moment or something else that made it seem like there was some sort of tainted aura in the air. And in my mind, it was getting closer and closer to a specific scent. . .

Parked near the very end in the back, I shouldn't have been surprised to find a black silhouette now leaning against my car. My mouth wide open, I almost dropped my two stacks of boxes. But, when his terrifyingly bright eyes narrowed on me, I lost hold of my things. Staggering to pick them up, I did so quickly before resuming to the car trying to behave as if he wasn't there.

But, before I got a chance even to pick up my last item, I was swiped away from it. Without realizing it, my body was slung by my throat away from my stuff and thrashed against the side of my car. From the deep impact of it, I could clearly feel the sting from that one and was ready to attack back before my eyes met his again. I don't know how, but for some reason those contempt, fiery orange eyes were enough damage to even throw even me off guard.

I bit my lip at that moment, slowly failing at everything I ever learned from my pack members.

His words next stung like ice. "You're trespassing," he snarled. He kept a firm grip on my throat while doing so.

"Excuse me?" I asked, surprising myself. (Last time I checked, this was public land.)

He drew closer, his eyes flashing brighter and sharper each second. "Who are you?"

Slowly, I was becoming myself again. My eyes hardened. "If you haven't noticed, I'm a girl trying to buy dinner and take it home." I placed my hand over his and tried to uncurl it from my neck. "Who are you?" Surely, an ass.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned me again, ignoring my own question. I struggled to relieve my lungs.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, sounding both confident and irritated now. After several tries, I was finally able to remove his large hand my from neck.

He simply glared at me like an unwanted pest. Then, he said, "Leave." I scrunched my eyebrows together and he explained. "My people don't want you here. Your pack is a danger."

They don't want me here? I thought to myself. My pack is a danger? What? This, certainly, set me off.

"What are you talking about?" I cried out, fiercely. "How are we a danger? How did you know we were here? And why are you stalking me?"

I didn't realize until I was finished, that my body was right against his, and that I had gone completely ferocious. The solid young man, of course, didn't seem much phased by my behavior, but did look much like he took a moment to think over my outbursts.

Once I'd stepped back, slightly embarrassed to have gotten off on that wrong a foot, he replied - tersely, "You're different."

Looking up from the ground, I studied his expression. "Different how?"

Without a waver, he answered for once, "You're scent? It's different from the others. You're not from where they are."

I nodded. "Yes."

He softened somewhat in his expression."You're more like us," he told me now, more seriously. "Tell me what do you see when you look at me. Anything odd?"

"Are you talking about your eyes?" I asked, slightly relieved that their was some response over it.

"Tell me what you see."

I told him my brief description and he nodded diligently each time. He was satisfied. "Just as I thought. And it's the same for you."

My eyes widened, in shock. "What?" That didn't in my mind make any sense. My eyes weren't some freakish eye color that scared the bejeezuss out of me! From what I recalled, I saw normal brown looking eyes on my face. "I have freakishly orange eyes too?"

"You can't see them," he explained. "Only the people in my pack can see them. We can't see our own signature eyes, but the normal human ones everyone else sees."

That was a lot to process - especially with his own rough voice speaking so rapidly.

"And they're green," he added. "Black really, but to others it will look green." Finally, he cut our gaze. "Just leave, all right. Take your pack with you and never come back." He took another step back from me.

"Wait!" I cried, taking another step forward. This was a priceless moment, I realized now in the position I was in. This guy was my key to learning more about my heritage. And so far, I was only picking up bits and pieces of it. "You can't just leave. We came here for a reason. I want answers!"

This stopped him. Observing me then as if I had to be searched over to make sure I was safe, he eventually relieved me of my anxiety. Without as much as a waver next, he narrowed his abnormal pair of fiery eyes on me once more and whispered notably, "I take it you know your way around here quite well, am I right?"

I nodded. "It's been a while, but yeah."

I almost jumped once he snatched my wrist and pulled me closer to him. Without tearing my eyes away from him, he responded, "Then meet me at Sandia's Tramway tomorrow morning. Alone."