This story is for my cat who had to be put to sleep last year.

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Last chapter ;( but :o because it's the first story I've ever finished! (Or, at least, officially finished. ':) )

Several months later

The feeling of safety and comfort I get from living with the Cullen's never dies. And I hope it never will. Spending my days lazing, snoozing and more lazing are the best a wolf could hope for. Though, I will admit, that occasionally I begin to feel more like a pet dog than an injured princess.

Since the Cullen's saved me, a lot has happened. Due to what happened to me, the Cullen's completely broke off their partnership with the Black Pack. Seemingly at exactly the same time, the Lahote pack joined the Cullen's, replacing the Black pack.

Another thing I'll admit, though not voice ever to the Cullen's, is that there is a tugging in my chest for something, something I can't remember. It started as a small thing that happened once a week or so, now it's constant and I can feel it growing stronger. It seems like a feeling, but... I can't seem to shake it off. It's not like fear, where you can focus hard enough and over come it. This feels like a part of me, a shred of my soul that's been ripped away from me. I haven't a clue what—or who—it is.

"Vanessa... Vanessa... Vanessa." I wave my paw around and whimper. I cover my eyes with my paw, not wanting to be woken. "Vanessa... Vanessa."

The voice seems to have stopped, so I start to let myself relax back down. Then suddenly I'm covered in water and ice! I leap near ten feet in the air. What the hell!

Huh? Someone says.

I immediately close my mind. For some reason, my brain is linked up to the Black Pack.

I shake out my now-shorter fur and growl at whoever threw the freezing water at me. I bark at my father, who stands before me in human form, the form I dislike personally.

"How else was I supposed to get you out of bed?" I whimper weakly in response. I like to sleep. Father sounds annoyed. He's quick to anger, more so lately.

I snap my teeth and let out a great breath.

"We need to talk." Father gestures his head towards the trees outside the Cullen house. I whimper, I hadn't been outside since I was attacked. I look up at my father, but only see my alpha in his eyes, so I follow behind him with my ears pinned and tail low. I don't whimper again, I'm not that much of a baby!

Father phases and starts running as soon as and I struggle to keep up. I was nearing full height lowly now, but my leg muscle was lacking and had not often been used in the last few months because of my injury and sheer laziness.

I couldn't tell where we were going, until a familiar scent hits my nose and I growl while stopping.

Father growls back menacingly and gestures for me to keep up. I whimper and speed along to catch up.

I'm panting when we eventually stop in a field, my dark grey fur now smeared with mud, bugs and twigs in it. But I find I actually don't care, I can breath finally! I think I should run more, I'm really out of shape.

I look up and see a large black wolf with his pack behind him. I whimper and hide behind my father. The Black Pack.

My father phases and I feel vulnerable. I notice a sharper pain to my chest than usual as I look over the wolves, but I ignore it.

My father sighs impatiently, though I don't know why. "Phase, Vanessa." I immediately whimper, I don't like my human form, for some reason. "Phase or open your mind." I growl weakly then huff and phase, pulling on my jeans and t-shirt from my ankle quickly. I turn to see the Black pack had all phased human too and are now sitting in a circle, waiting for us to join.

I sit beside two boys that look similar to my age, since my father had take up the only proper space. One of the boys beside me hugs me, smiling, but I just stay stiff awkwardly. Oddly, the pain in my chest dulls. Weird.

"Vanessa, there are many things you need to know. Many of which, I, very ashamedly, took part in and even controlled at some points. And I apologise now for all my mistakes." Father said slowly, but truthfully. This is weird, what is he talking about?

"I suppose that first of all," the Black pack alpha began. "We should tell you that this is Wolfie, my son. He will be chief and alpha someday." He pauses while I look at the boy—well, man really—beside me who had hugged me earlier. He smiled and I think I felt butterflies in my stomach. "Wolfie is also your imprint." My what? I look at the alpha questioningly. "In a sense he is your mate, or your true love. Imprinting is like love at first sight, but more intense." He smiles and gazes down at a woman by his side, who then kisses his cheek.

I look up at the man—Wolfie—again and try to understand it, but I don't. Then he looks me in the eye, and I think I do. His face suddenly breaks out into a huge grin and then he's sliding me into his lap and hugging me to his chest. This is just getting weirder!

"Nessie..." The voice is deep, but almost childish. Like a tired child sighing to his mother or father, wanting to be carried. Wolfie nuzzles into my neck and sighs as he strokes my short hair. I don't really feel anything from this, just a small comfort. There had been something, I think, when he looked in my eyes. But now he's not looking in them, I can't remember the emotion I felt.

"There are more things, Vanessa." I look to the Black pack alpha again, wondering why I don't know his name. "We know you have been told that a leg injury you received was caused by us. It wasn't. It was caused by a vampire."

I gasp. "Liars!"

"Vanessa! He is not lying!" My father shouted and I settle back down, curling up into Wolfie's chest. I don't care he was practically a stranger, as long as he gave any form of protection from my father.

Ignoring our outbursts, the Black pack Alpha continued. "Another thing is, Vanessa, do you remember your first phase?" I think for a moment then shake my head. "You were being held by the vampires. You were hooked up to some machine, and when you escaped a needle which had been in you sliced your arm open. You managed to crawl your way out the Cullen house bleeding and shaking but refusing to phase. You know why?" I shake my head.

"Before you were born," My father started. "A rogue vampire stole some of our written history. We didn't mind too much, since old Quil had begun copying them, and they'd only stolen a single copy of one sheet. If it weren't for the smell we wouldn't ever've noticed. The Cullen's swore they had nothing to do with it, not seeing how it could benefit anyone. We guessed the rogue was just trying to disrupt the peace and since he was long gone, we didn't wan to chase him. Some few years ago, the Cullen's came across that exact vampire and retrieved the paper containing part of one of the legends. They read that, if a young one phases near a group of vampires, and is only touched by vampire skin for their first months of phasing, then slowly the young wolf's loyalty changes to the vampire's. This is what they have done to you, Vanessa." My father stops, presumably to allow me to take it all in. It's not true. It can't be true. Mori would never betray me in such a way. "And then, the Cullen's gained a vampire who had the power to make anyone their 'friend', being able to manipulate them to do as she wished. That's your friend Mori. Or, Victoria, if you prefer. She once hunted your mother." He nods across the circle and there she is - my mother! Tears fill my eyes and I leap from Wolfie to her. I'm not her little girl anymore, but I haven't seen her for... for years.

I cry into her shoulder. I've missed her!

"Nessie!" She hugs me and kisses my forehead, holding me to her.

"Mum." I hug her tight and she hugs back just as tight. I know I must have worried her, if what they're saying is true.

This is too good to be true. I have a mate, my parents (in a way), a pack and a home.

Actually, it is way too good to be true! I spring from my mother's arms and sprint in the direction I came from. I phase mid-stride as I hit the trees, and sense other wolves chasing me. I feel most of them phase, but only one chases me past the field, from what my ears can tell.

I run faster and faster, digging up the earth with my sharp claws and snapping down young trees as a barge my way through. I skid to a stop when I see a cliff. I just manage to stay on land, then I'm running again. Faster and faster.

I realise I love running like this. It's only destination and time to reach it. My body naturally cares for everything else. I breath deeply and regularly and my heart beats well to supply my muscles with fresh blood. I find a rhythm in my running, and speed it up evenly.

Eventually, I realise I've been running in circles and stop, my back legs pulling under me, cause me to fall to the ground. The poor wolf that had been chasing me screams straight past me at an impossible speed. Was I going faster than that? They stop and turn back to me, gasping for breath. They actually collapse beside me, lying slightly on top of me, probably so I won't run away again.

I reach around with a paw and drag my claws deep across their face. They leap up, covering an eye with a paw. I meet their gaze when they turn to glare at me, and I get the same feeling as before. My eyes widen and I whimper, I'd just greatly hurt my mate.

I shake my head. No, I'd already decided that was all false. They're all defects.

I muster all my strength and launch at Wolfie. He tries to fight back, but his eye is still bleeding. I go on the attack and though I'm untrained, he stays on the defence. His eyes slowly stops bleeding and starts healing, turning out to only be a very bad cut to his bottom eye lid. He uses his back legs to kick me off, then he attacks.

The shock of it makes me drop my mental defences and I hear the whole Black pack ordering Wolfie to stop. His mind is silent, like mine.

Fur is thrown away, skin sliced open and a lot of blood coats the ground when he finally pins me and wraps his teeth around my throat. But one word suddenly echoes in his mind. Mate.

I'm overwhelmed by images of myself. I see myself as a very newborn baby and then slowly growing. It's all too quick for me to completely keep up with. And then I'm gone. Memories of Wolfie chasing my scent all over Forks, terrifying the people when they see a great wolf charging down the roads, until he ended up in the front garden of the Cullen house. Then memories of us talking mentally, and watching me be tortured by vampires.

No. Lies. False!

I wriggle out and run for the Cullen house. This time, he doesn't follow.

I run up the garden and towards the house, now treasuring my front right leg. Mori comes out to meet me immediately.

"Are you alright, Nessie? What happened?" I phase quickly and another vampire brings a blanket, since I'd shredded my clothes earlier.

"The Black pack." Now I'm back, I can't believe I ever fell for that kind of story. Though, it did seem almost believable. They must have thought about it a lot. Only thing that didn't make sense was that feeling I got what I looked into Wolfie's eyes. What was it? I still can't remember now. But I do know one thing. That fight proved a lot: that I can't join the packs by convincing them to join us. I'll have to conquer them.

That fight just started a war between our two packs; a war that should've started long ago.

The End

Thank you to all readers who have read this! Hope to hear from you in the sequel (which should be up on Sunday). Hope you enjoyed, if not then I am sorry.

If you're still confused about anything, don't be afraid to PM me or review. It'll help me know what to explain in the sequel! :)

~Juliemaggie