Hello lovely readers!

I just want to make it clear that some of the character's have different ages to what is written within Stephanie Meyer's Twilight. This is purely because of the events which take place, I wanted them to be older.

Disclaimer: Everything you recognise within this story are solely Stephenie Meyer's. The opinions stated and material used does not constitute advice and you should perform your own independent research or speak with a qualified professional concerning any events which take place outside of this story.

That's it from me!


They say that one moment can change your perception, your faith, your reality.

I never believed in such until my own moment hit,

Crashing over me like a wave and breaking everything I knew of life and of love.

You never realise you are incomplete until that instance comes.

My name is Gemma. This is my story.


I took a large sip of wine and sunk back into my friend's comfortable sofa, giggling as she did an impression of the raptor that had taken over her television screen. For some unknown reason we had decided to sit through the remainder of Jurassic park, if only to take partake in the slightly tipsy charades Emily seemed to adopt. As traditional girl's night dictated, we had cracked open the wine as soon as her boyfriend had vacated the house, munching our way through several delicious homemade brownies and singing along to ghastly tunes from the 90's.

"I'm glad you and Sam have sorted things out…as incredibly difficult as it has been, it's clear he adores you" I stated quietly. She sighed through her nose, her hand automatically coming to rest on the fresh scars which ran down her face, the stitches having only just come out last week.

"I love him" she said simply "I can't explain how or why but even with all we have gone through, with Leah and then the…accident… I love him"

"Leah will come around eventually" I sighed "it's just awful that we can't tell her"

"I know and I feel horrible about it. Although apparently it's bad enough that you know! Sam was livid when Jared phased in front of you. First time or not, he saw it as a failure on his part, of not being able to protect the tribe's secrets"

"A simple learning curve I'm sure" I consoled her "and I know it is not ideal, but at least it was only me. I will obviously protect the secret and hopefully next time Sam will recognise the signs better. At the end of the day you are my best friend, practically family with how much you did for me when I moved from England."

"I know, but-"

"No buts Emily, no one is holding anyone accountable for what has happened. Plus, I was bound to find out eventually. I'm here most days and I think I would notice when your boyfriend went around sprouting fur on a whim"

Emily snorted, taking another sip of wine as she bit her lip, clearly envisioning Sam with braidable back hair. I suppressed a shudder and settled for pouring us another glass.

"He definitely took more notice with Paul" she agreed "truthfully that is the only reason he and Jared have left us alone, apparently Paul freaked and bolted when he phased. They could be halfway to Canada by now"

"Well that will be a lovely sight-seeing trip for them all" I nudged her in the ribs, smiling at her comfortingly "try not to worry Em, they're tough lads"

"You're right" she conceded, before smiling "speaking of sight-seeing, how is it up there with the pale faces?"

"I object!" I held up one finger at her "I am one of those so-called pale faces"

It is true enough; with my long blonde hair and blue eyes I stick out like a sore thumb here on the rez. It was by pure luck only that I ran into Emily on the beach at La Push. I had decided on my very first day to make my way down to the coast, desperate for a bit of privacy as I internally struggled to justify uprooting my entire life. Making the decision to move from London, a huge, bustling city to Forks, a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, seemed absurd to an outsider. Plus, to make matters worse I had picked the place at random, choosing Washington as apparently I have family from around here generations back, and then going from there. Ironically my search had Forks down as one of the rainiest locations in the US.

Perfect for a Brit, I had thought to myself sarcastically. I could feel at home in the drizzle.

To top it off, the only justification I could dredge up was that drastic events called for drastic actions. This move seemed like the escape I needed. I remember thinking to myself as I sat on the beach that first day, only time would tell. I gave myself one year to form a life I was happy with in this little town. One year to change it all.

I had huffed through my nose, yanking my hood further over my head as the tears threatened to fall. Despite being pleased with my little house and the kindness of those I had met, the hilarity of my situation was catching up with me. I took a deep breath, staring at the rocks under my feet.

"Hello" a voice said, cutting through the quiet, making me jump. I looked up from glaring at the pebbles beneath me to see a girl, maybe a year or two older than myself, staring down at me with a smile "my name is Emily Young"

I stood automatically, smiling at the women who had so kindly introduced herself to me. I held my hand out to her.

"Hello…Gemma Mitchell"

"It is lovely to meet you, Gemma Mitchell" Emily shook my hand with a smile "I couldn't help but notice you sitting out here alone. I wondered if you fancied a coffee?"

I was surprised at the kindness of this complete stranger but remember thinking to myself that I needed to start grabbing every opportunity presented to me with both hands. Even something as simple as a hot beverage on this dreary day.

So, I smiled, inclining my head to the woman in front of me.

"Coffee would be great" was what I replied

Little did I know this would be the defining moment of my life.


Since that moment three months ago I have learned that Emily Young is a kind-hearted soul. She had moved down to La Push only two months before me, having originally come to visit her cousin, Leah.

Unfortunately for all parties involved, Leah's then boyfriend, Sam, had imprinted on Emily. Not that anyone really knew what this meant at the time.

I had since asked Sam, who described it to me as like gravity. From my understanding, Emily was now the thing that mattered most on the planet. She was the one who grounded him, the one he needed to protect at all costs. Unfortunately for Leah, this came at the cost of their relationship. Sam leaving her for her cousin had come as a blow to the younger girl, who understandably wanted no more to do with either of them.

Having spoken to her on a number of occasions we had built up somewhat of a tenuous friendship. I feel in any other circumstance we would be best friends despite the age difference. However, we both accepted that until Leah was able to forgive Sam and Emily, my friendship with Emily would forever tarnish her opinion of me.

Now that I was in on the tribe secret, accidentally or not, I realised that as awful as it was for Leah, Sam and Emily were together for the long haul. Personally, I found the concept of imprinting an off-putting one. I couldn't understand how one person could suddenly be the centre of your universe simply by looking at them. I mean I've heard of love at first sight of course, but even thought that to be a little far-fetched, let alone the all-consuming, 'I-would-die-for-you' love Sam harboured for Emily the second he clapped eyes on her. At least that is how I was told it went down. I didn't enter their love story until after the initial damage was done. The damage that left the two cousins at war.

Yet this is how I came to be sat on that same girl's couch three months later, drinking her wine, with said girl partaking in a god-awful impression of a raptor at 11pm on a Saturday night.

Life works in mysterious ways, doesn't it?

"Helloooo" my tipsy friend picked up her phone, which had begun ringing obnoxiously on the table in front of us. I vaguely heard a male voice on the other end, making her giggle.

"It's Sam" she whispered to me theatrically, holding the phone away from her ear "don't tell him I'm drunk!"

"Okayyyy but I am pretty sure with those wolf ears he heard already" I rolled my eyes, before standing from the sofa "I'm going to track down more wine, make sure you tell Sam to be a good boy"

"He says he's not a Labrador, Gemma" Emily giggled, before going back to her conversation. I smirked and settled for yanking open her fridge, rifling through it for another chilled bottle of wine. I pulled it out with triumph, before loading up a plate with a batch more brownies and placing them back down on the table in front of Emily.

"Okay baby, I'll see you soon. I love you too" she finished the conversation, before turning back to me "sorry about that. They have only just managed to convince Paul to phase back"

"No problem. How's he taking it?" I asked curiously

"Quite well I think, now that he has eventually stopped running. They made it nearly 100 miles" she said, so matter-of-factly that I nearly choked on my brownie.

"100 miles?!" I nearly screeched "Honestly we run around the reservation and look like we need medical aid afterwards…those boys are putting us to shame!"

"Oh yeah…" Emily sat back with a self-satisfied smirk "let's just say their stamina does wonder's in the bedroom"

"Em!" I pushed her lightly, giggling with my friend as she picked up another brownie, eyeing it dubiously.

"I know, if I'm going to keep up, I should probably eat less of these" she stated, before shrugging and stuffing it in her mouth anyway.

"Sexy" I remarked, raiding one eyebrow

"Oh don't judge me!" she flapped her hands around, flashing her beautiful smile "besides, out of the two of us here… who is actually getting laid?"

"Wow, thanks for that lovely little reminder" I grimaced "but you know what, I don't need that in my life. Here's to drinking wine and spending my Saturday nights with my best friend"

I held up my wine glass to her, looking at her expectantly. She mirrored me, the fragile glass sending vibrations through my hand as we clinked our glasses together.

"To best friends" she chorused back cheerily, before we both took another large sip of wine "oh and another thing, we are going to have dinner here tomorrow night. Officially just the pack but I would feel vastly outnumbered with the boys. You'll come right?"

"Well it's not like I do anything else with my Saturday nights. I'll help you cook! Who is going to be there?" I loved it when Emily hosted dinners. Not only is she the most amazing cook, she also always acts like she is feeding the five thousand. Even with just Sam and Jared to feed she and I will spend hours in the afternoon chopping and peeling away. Secretly it was the best time for me, not only did it mean I wasn't having to work, but I was introduced to so many dishes, some of which I had never even heard of in my 22 years on this planet.

"Just the usual two plus Paul. Sam wants to introduce me to him given that we have never actually met. I have heard plenty about him of course, but I am still nervous" Emily confided

"Nervous, why?" I asked curiously, tilting my head to the side

"Paul is kind of a hot head" she admitted "even before the change he had a temper, was forever getting into fights and sleeping with whoever was available"

"Oh. He sounds…delightful" I mulled that bit of information over, the idea of coming over to face this Paul now seeming less inviting.

"Oh don't worry he wouldn't dare do anything to either of us… He would have to get through Sam and Jared first. And believe me, those two are so protective of us he wouldn't stand a chance" Emily laughed lightly but her dark-brown eyes were deadly serious. In that moment I was filled with assurance that we would indeed be protected. Sam had filled the protective older brother role in these months that I have known him. When exactly it happened I would never know, yet it's clear that he would protect us both with his life.

"I'll be there" I confirmed.

It would be interesting to meet the newest member of the pack, after all.