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Author/Note 1: This story is the sequel of Our Dawn 5. For the ones who don't know anything about Our Dawn Series, you can always read Our Dawn 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5, and Our Dawn Series Specials but if you don't want to bother I have a resume on my profile page. As it would be expected this is a next generation story and as such, it's focused on Jake and Leah's children.

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A/Note 3: I'm not a native English speaker so I'm sorry for my grammar and spelling. Thank you for reading.

Alpha

Book I – The Third

Isaac Black

8. On a Mission

I woke up when my head made contact with a hard surface made of glass. It was around three in the morning and I had no idea where we were. I was aware that a dark night and an inexperienced driver could get me killed but Sophia was still reluctant about me and didn't let me drive. Now though I wouldn't give her any other option. I was going to take over the wheel by force if I had to.

It was obvious she was too tired to drive. She had fallen asleep twice since we had left Forks. An hour ago she had almost crashed against a tree; she had apologized saying she was paying attention to her cell phone. Now she had almost fallen off the road into a ravine. This time she used a raccoon as an excuse.

"I'm not tired!" She fumed when I took the car keys from her as she stopped the car. "It really was a raccoon! You would've seen it if you weren't sleeping."

"I wouldn't be sleeping if you'd let me drive." I opposed.

"It's my car. I drive. Besides I don't even know if you're old enough to drive."

I crossed my arms over my chest. I wondered why she had asked me to travel with her if she didn't trust me. I really couldn't blame her since we were complete strangers to each other but I couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed after all I hadn't done a single thing to make her suspect I was a bad guy. So far I had been nothing but friendly.

"Look, if I wanted to hurt or kidnap you, I would've done it already." I told her for the tenth time. "And it was your idea to invite me to come along, remember?"

"This has nothing to do with that. You just said you never went to Port Angeles by car and I don't want to get lost because I need to pick up someone early in the morning."

"I never went to Port Angeles by car but I know how to read a road map. I've got two degrees for crying out loud. Plus I also have to meet someone early in the morning so I want to get there as soon as I can."

Sophia eyed me again, studying my words and my expression.

"Okay… Are you old enough to drive?" She asked.

"If you want to know how old I am, just ask." I smirked.

"Fine. How old are you?" She asked bluntly.

Straight to the point. I thought. In some ways Sophia reminded me a lot of Sarah and my mother.

"Almost eighteen."

"Show me your driver's license." She ordered.

"I don't have it here." I lied. I didn't like lying but my driver's license had my real name on it and I didn't want Sophia to find out about my true identity. As soon as we were in Port Angeles we'd take separate ways and it was no use to tell her who I really was.

"You're travelling without identification?" She was suspicious once again.

"No. I'm traveling without my driver's license."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I don't have a car. I was going to take the bus, remember? You don't really need a driver's license if you're not going to drive at all."

"I think you don't have a driver's license." She said firmly.

"My father works with cars. Even my younger brother, who's only ten years old, knows how to drive."

"I know how to cook but that doesn't make me a chef, does it?" She opposed smugly. This girl was a piece of work.

"We're in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere… I'll drive a couple of hours max. What's the damn problem?"

"Okay Seth… fine. I'll let you drive but if we're caught by the police I'll leave you to rot in the police station, got it?" She threatened. "I won't bail you out."

"Sure, sure."

"I'm not kidding." She insisted.

I smirked. Sophia was a lot different from the girls I had met during the three years I'd spent in the University. However if she knew what I was she'd never consider threatening me. Actually she would never consider giving me a ride. She'd be scared to death.

"Don't go over 90 per hour." She said when we exchanged seats.

"Why not?"

"It's an old car."

"If I drive less than 90 per hour we'll only get there after lunch time." I was probably overreacting. I had calculated the kilometers we still had ahead of us and at the speed she was driving we'd reach Port Angeles in four or five hours.

"If you drive over 90 per hour we'll never get there." She said stubbornly. "The car is old, and my mother loves the damn thing."

"Fine. I won't go over 90 per hour."

"Good."

Pulling her leather jacket up, Sophia yawned and closed her eyes. I discreetly looked at her for a while.

"Eyes on the road Seth." She said with her eyes still closed.

"I'm watching the road." I lied.

"Right…"

It took about ten minutes for Sophia to fall asleep. She was so tired she didn't even notice when I stopped at a small coffee shop in Sappho, a small and friendly town, to buy our breakfast around five in the morning.

Two hours of silence and green landscape had me thinking about everything that had happened since I had left the University a few days ago to come to old Quil's funeral. Leaving La Push and my family had been the most drastic thing I had ever done in my life and I didn't even know if I was doing the right thing.

Right now though, I felt that this was the only viable option for me. I wanted answers and I had to understand what kind of monster I really was. If I turned into an ugly beast every time the moon was full, I wanted to be able to protect people from me. If I phased into a wolf, like our people's legends used to tell, then I'd probably go back home and I would accept my fate like the rest of my family had diligently done.

I was trying to guess how my parents would react when they knew about my escape, when Sophia finally woke up.

"There's coffee and donuts in that bag." I told her. She looked at me surprised before opening the yellow bag. "I made a quick stop about ten minutes ago. I was hungry."

"Since there's coffee I'll let it pass." She joked.

"Well thank you very much for letting me off the hook."

"Where are we? What time is it?"

"Ten past five in the morning. We just left Sappho."

"And you've found a coffee shop opened at this time in the morning?"

"Yes. It's a small place where truck drivers stop all the time. It's opened 24 hours a day."

"Well… the coffee is nice."

"You should try the donuts."

"So… did you follow 101 or 113?"

"The first one. We'll get there faster. And apparently it's a calm road at this time in the morning."

"I shouldn't have slept for so long. I'm sorry."

"You only slept two hours and ten minutes."

"I know but you're probably tired too."

Curiously I wasn't tired at all. I should be but I wasn't. Maybe this was one of the symptoms Edward was talking about.

"I'm fine. I can drive for the rest of the way if you want."

She nodded while eating a donut.

"So… this monster you're running away from… You want to talk about it?"

I shrugged. I probably shouldn't talk about that with a stranger but I was dying to take a few things out of my chest and Sophia wouldn't tell anyone because we would never see each again as soon as we reached Port Angeles.

"What do you want to know?" I asked her.

"Are you a fugitive?"

"Well that depends. I'm not being hunted by the police or anything if that's what you're asking."

"You're running away from home then." She guessed.

"I was going to leave next week anyway."

"Why?"

"I've... I had classes."

"You're still in high school right?"

"University."

"Really?" She was probably thinking I was lying. I could see it in her face. At seventeen most boys and girls were seniors on high school.

"University of Arizona. Third year." I added.

"Third year? Aren't you a bit young for that?"

"Nope." I decided against telling her about my high I.Q. and that I was actually preparing my master's degree, because she'd probably think I was bragging about it.

"And why are you going to Port Angeles when you should going back to Arizona?"

"I'm on a mission." I improvised.

"What mission?" She asked curiously.

"I'm going to meet someone who's supposed to help me."

"Help you to do what?" She inquired. "No! Wait, let me guess… You want your parents to worry about you. You're just trying to get their attention."

"I don't want them to worry about me. I want them to leave me alone." I confessed.

"Okay… Let me take another guess. Your father abused you and your mother never cared."

I laughed. Many young people all over the world were forced to take abuse and leave home to be able to survive. It wasn't my case though.

"My father was never the punishing type and my mother was always there for me."

"What's the problem then?" Sophia inquired again.

"They…" I hesitated. "It's a long story." What story could I possibly tell her so she wouldn't think I was crazy?

"We have time."

"We do, but you wouldn't believe half of what I'd say."

"I have an open mind." She stated with a smile.

I don't think the most open-minded person will ever believe that I'm probably a werewolf.

I thought for a few seconds about what to say. To fabricate a story wasn't that hard but it would raise more questions. Questions I didn't want to answer so I figured I should tell the truth even if she ended up thinking I should be put away in a mental hospital.

"Okay… I'm a Quileute and recently I discovered that some of our legends are real. I also discovered that my parents have been hiding things from me for the past ten years. They gave me medication so I would forget that when I was eight I was attacked by a werewolf. He scratched me so that means I'm going to become one too unless my inherited wolf gene is stronger and in that case, I'll just phase into a giant wolf and I'll be condemned to patrol La Push for all eternity to protect our people from vampires."

Sophia was silent for a while but her eyes never left me. Then she pouted obviously displeased with what she had just heard.

"You don't want to tell me, fine." She ended up saying. "I guess we don't know each other that well."

Telling the truth was actually more efficient than a made up lie to keep Sophia out of my business.

"I've been telling you a lot about me, but you haven't said a word about you."

"There's nothing to say. My mother asked me to come and pick someone up. She was supposed to come herself but we had a family emergency."

"Where do you live?"

"Most of the times, in Pacific Beach but my family lives in Astoria."

"You're a long way from home."

"I'm just doing my mother a favour. I have to get back to work tomorrow."

We spent the rest of the time discussing trivial things such as movies, TV series, favourite actors and actresses, favourite foods, sports and pets. She was particularly moved when I told her the story of Peter, the hamster, the pet I had been forced to give away to my cousin because my sister's cat was constantly assaulting his cage. She loved animals. If she ever met Sarah, they'd be best friends forever.

In the end Sophia allowed me to drive all the way to Port Angeles. We reached the town a few minutes after seven in the morning. I parked the car in a gas station and after a brief goodbye I left. I still had to find Real Graphics' address and go there.

Luckily there was a public payphone nearby so I called the operator and asked for directions. Real Graphics was three blocks away, in the East side of Port Angeles, and it was a bar where students used to hang out. There was an Arts and Design's Institute just around the corner hence the name of the place.

I managed to get there fifteen minutes before the time the woman who had called me in the previous day had instructed. I studied the place before going inside. I was actually surprised to see that the bar was opened before eight o'clock in the morning but then I realized there was a guest house on the first and second floors above the bar. There were people arriving to have breakfast already. Two couples with a pair of kids walked inside and I followed them. A girl about sixteen years old was serving the meals while a middle aged woman was at the counter. There was a man reading a newspaper and two girls laughing about something they were watching on a cell phone.

I didn't see any woman waiting for company so I asked the sixteen-year old girl if there was anyone there expecting a boy named Isaac Black. She nodded affirmatively.

"She went to the bathroom downstairs. She's sitting in that table over there." The girl pointed a skinny arm in the direction of a table across the lounge, right next to a window.

I ordered a coffee and a slice of blueberry pie and waited at the table she had shown me. There was a small note book and a pen on the table a clear indicator that someone had taken that seat.

I tried to imagine what could the woman I was about to meet tell me that I didn't already know. Would she truly help me or was I wasting my time? And if she wasn't able to help me at all what should I do next? Call my parents and tell them I was never going back and leave to an isolated place like Greenland or the North Pole?

"You must be Isaac nice to meet…"

I turned around to see who was speaking and the girl in front of me stopped talking when we recognized each other. I was taken aback as well.

"Sophia?" I got up slowly.

"Seth?"

I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting her. I had left Sophia at a gas station almost an hour ago. Plus it hadn't been her voice on the phone yesterday. The woman who had spoken to me was definitely older.

"Are you following me?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"No." I replied. "Why would I follow you?"

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm meeting someone, like I told you."

"So am I."

We glared at one another for a couple of seconds.

"Who are you meeting?" We asked at the same time.

Sophia sat down at the table. She seemed annoyed.

"You apparently. You're Isaac Black, aren't you?"

This girl had a sharp intuition alright. But how did she know about my true name?

"Yes."

"You lied." She accused. "You lied all this time."

"I never lied. Seth's my middle name. Some people call me Isaac, some people call me Seth."

There were actually some friends at the University who called me Seth because they knew other Isaacs. The time I had spent in Arizona, studying seemed now to have happened a long time ago though and it was hard for me to know that I would never go back to live the life I once had in Arizona.

"You sent you?" I added.

"How do you know someone sent me?"

"I received a phone call yesterday. It was a woman but it wasn't you."

Sophia sighed.

"It was my mother. She wanted to come but there was a situation… so she sent me."

"I really need to speak to her." I was a bit disappointed about meeting her instead of her mother. I wanted to get this over with. "So is she coming here? Or are you taking me to meet her?"

"She told me to take you to Seattle."

"If it was to go to Seattle I could've gone there myself. I shouldn't have wasted time coming to Port Angeles."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm wasting your time. It's kind of frustrating for me too, you know? I was supposed to be working today. I had to ask one of my colleagues to cover up for me so I could come… and I drove all night long to be able to be here on time."

"I did most of the driving…" I mumbled. Fortunately she didn't hear me.

"So thank you so much for your understanding, Seth… or Isaac or whatever your name is!"

"I didn't mean that Sophia." I said sincerely. "It's just that I thought I'd have all the answers I need by now."

By the look on her face it was obvious she had no idea what was going on.

"Well since you're in such a hurry, I'm just going to order some food to take with us and we'll be on our way to Seattle in five minutes. When we get there, I won't waste your time anymore."

She left the table and walked over to the counter. She ordered a few sandwiches and a couple of drinks and as the woman was preparing the order, she called her mother. I hoped she would call her mother in front of me, so I could actually talk to her myself, but she didn't.

"When you told me I was picking up your friend's son, I thought you were talking about a child." She said in a low voice. Sophia had no idea I could hear the whole conversation thanks to my recently developed super hearing.

"I never said he was a child." Her mother replied. That was the voice I'd heard the previous day.

"You said he couldn't travel on his own."

"And he can't. He doesn't know where we live or the address of our apartment in Seattle, does he?"

"Mum!" Sophia complained childishly.

"What? What's the problem? He's just a boy."

"He's a liar."

"What do you mean?"

"He told me his name was Seth…"

"Seth? Really?"

"Yes."

Sophia's mother laughed. "I guess he's just like his father."

"What are you talking about, mum?"

"When I met his father, he also told me his name was Seth."

I was surprised to know that Sophia's mother knew my parents but then again I guess there was a lot about my parents I didn't know. For years I believed we were a normal family. I believed they were a mechanics and an archivist living a peaceful and happy life in the most boring reservation in the United States. I suspected something was wrong but I never truly investigated. I never thought my parents and older brothers could morph into giant wolves. The same wolves from La Push's old legends.

I should have noticed sooner. I should have been more aware.

"I know you told me not to ask too many questions… but what's going on? Who is this guy? Who is your long lost friend? Why do I have to take him to Seattle with me?" Sophia's questions brought me back to reality.

"It's okay Soph. I met Isaac's mother when we were young. We became friends instantly and I knew immediately that Leah would have an important role on our lives. That's why you have to bring Isaac to me so I can tell him all I know about who he really is."

"You're acting weird again mum… I'm not so sure I want to travel with a liar."

"You can trust this boy, Sophia. I trust him so you should too."

"You don't even know him!"

"He's Leah's son, so that's enough."

"If I end up dead in an alley or on the side of some road, don't tell me I didn't warn you!"

Sophia ended the call abruptly. She was upset and I understood her reasons. Maybe I should tell her that I could go to Seattle all by myself. I didn't need a babysitter. I was about to get up and tell her I'd find a way to meet her mother in Seattle without her when I sensed someone was coming. I could hear them faintly, as well as the beat of their hearts and their rapid breathing. Someone was coming for me.

One. Two. Three. Four. I counted mentally. There were four of them. Wolves. I realized suddenly. Closing my eyes I detached myself from my surroundings and focused on the four people who were coming.

Uncle Embry. Uncle Paul. William. And Harry. I recognized their scent. They were still a half an hour away from Port Angeles but somehow they had managed to follow my tracks. It was weird to be able to smell and hear things miles away from me, but at least this superpower would allow me to escape my pursuers. I didn't want to be caught before speaking to Sophia's mother. She had something important to share and I wanted to know what it was. Besides I was curious about how she had met my parents. As far as I knew they had never left the Reservation.

Not wanting to waste more time in that bar, I collected Sophia's things from the table and met her at the counter where she was retrieving the food and drinks she had ordered.

"We need to go now. Give me the car keys."

"I'll drive. And I still need to use the bathroom before we go."

"No, you don't. We have to go now!"

My tone of voice made her flinch. It wasn't my intention to frighten her but I wanted to leave that place as soon as possible.

"Let's go!" I pulled her into the street with me and spotted her car.

"Hey! Stop pulling me!" She complained.

"The car keys." I ordered when we reached the car.

Sophia frowned but the urgency in my voice probably told her I was being serious. She took her hand to her back pocket and handed me the keys. It started to rain as soon as we got inside the old black Ford.

"I guess we're going to be travel buddies for a few more hours." I began. "So I want to know everything about your mother. Starting with her name."

Sophia stared at me for a couple of seconds and then she answered quietly.

"Calleigh. My mother's name is Calleigh."

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