Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, except Rogue, although I wish that were different.

Uber-Note: This is set in the same time as Twilight, but all events through New Moon have happened.

Uber-Corrections: Edward's eyes are golden, like in the book. When I was writing before I had asked my stepsister because I was to lazy to look it up. Needless to say, I went a looked it up while doing a book report on Twilight.

Rogue's P.O.V.

I knew Isabella Swan would be in the same town, and obviously the same school. But I wasn't expecting her to be in one of my classes along with that thing she called a boyfriend.

Edward Anthony Mason-Cullen

I snarled to myself, walking down the almost deserted sidewalk of Forks. My skin itched to phase into fur and run free, throughout the woods. But I had a destination. La Push, the reservation just outside of town. Word was that generations of Quileute lived in this area, La Push, just outside of Forks. I grinned to myself. One big community of werewolves. I honestly thought it was extremely funny. I stopped walking next to a maroon 1992 Dodge Stealth Gt. I pulled a set of keys from my pocket and unlocked the door to my car, throwing a few books in the passenger's seat before walking around the other side and setting myself in the driver's seat. I revved the engine and pulled out into the empty street. I was quickly speeding up winding roads, back into the wilderness of Washington. It was just about ten minutes when I saw the sign indicating 'La Push: Quileute Reservation'. I scowled, It made them sound like animals, not humans…although, in a way they were animals. I parked a about a mile up the road from where the sign and entrance to the reservation were. I hid my car in the shrubs and stripped myself of all jewelry and clothes. I crouched down and tied a black sundress to my ankle. It contrasted in a weird way against my pale skin. I snorted. The only reason I was this pale was because of my mother being albino. I ran into the woods, my arms retracting, along with my legs and every pore of my body sprouting fur. I felt free, as if nothing could ever harm me. I landed on all four of my paws. I grinned to myself. Paws, I loved 'em. I sniffed the air, catching the scents of other wolves in the area. That didn't surprise me. I ran in between the trees, wind hitting my face, and millions of smells alerting me of everything near. The sounds of ten sets of four paws hitting the hard forest ground came clear to my ears. Before I new what was happening, I was tackled. Growls met my ears. I let my own growls and snarls break from my throat, regaining my footing. I turned and looked at my attacker. He was reddish-brown and quiet shaggy. I lunged at him, going for his throat. He bent his head down and went for my "ankles" while defending his neck. I shoved my paw in his face, pushing him backwards. He stumbled over his own feet but managed to ram into me quickly. He was on top of me before I could get up, his teeth at my jugular. The snarl didn't die down in my throat.

That's enough, the voice of what was obviously the pack leader barked.

Get off me, you mangy pup, I continued to snarl.

Jacob, back off, the leader's voice came again. "Jacob" got off me and backed up, careful not to turn his back on me. He stood next to a black wolf that was bigger than him. I didn't know that the wolves could get so big. I knew they were looking at me, trying to decided if I was friend or enemy. A small grey wolf, a young one at that, seemed to be puzzled by my coat. I knew he was looking at my pitch black fur with the two white streaks down my spine. I stood my ground, growls still coming from deep within my chest. The glare coming from my icy blue eyes only seemed to scare the little one even more.

Are you friend or enemy?, the leader questioned me, setting a strong gaze on me.

It depends on who's asking, I retorted.

My name is Sam, I'm the leader of this pack, His smooth, proud voice rolled across my head. A snort was heard from "Jacob". I glared at the shaggy pup and turned back to Sam.

I'm Rogue, a friend if you can keep Puppy on a leash, I smirked…or kinda smirked.

I am not a puppy, his voice rolled across my mind in an instant. It was soothing. I rolled my eyes at him.

Whatever you say, Puppy. Do you guys live on the reservation?, my question was of pure curiosity…at the moment.

Yes, Sam voice answered quickly.

I'll meet you back there, I told them and turned away. I walked quickly back to my car, after making sure I wasn't followed by any of the ten from La Push. I phased back into skin and bones. I opened my car door and dressed in what I had previously been wearing. I put my jewelry back on in all of its proper places. I turned the car on and backed out of the bushes I was parked in. I was in the reservation quickly. Some instinct brought me to the house in the back, the one with people over crowding it. I turned the car off and stepped out, all eyes on me. One man, he was larger than the rest, approached me.

"Rogue?" He asked, skeptical. I nodded. "I'm Sam Uley. This is Jacob Black." He indicated the person next to him. I looked at "Jacob", a smirk already on my face. My eyes locked with his. It felt like the breath was stolen from my lungs. The smirk on my face dropped to a shocked look. Nothing on this boy scared me, it all entranced me. I couldn't look away from his eyes. I subconsciously took a step towards him.

"Rogue Jaminson." I softly spoke and put my hand out for him to shake. Jacob took my hand in his, and brought it up to his mouth, kissing my knuckles softly. The feeling of his skin against mine sent a jolt of electricity throughout my body.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Rogue." His voice was like music to my ears. It was rough, yet caring at the same time.

"The pleasure's all mine." I softly stated back, my eyes still on his. Sam cleared his throat. I glanced away from Jacob and looked at him.

"If you'll come inside, you can tell us more about yourself and what brought you to La Push."

"My business isn't in La Push, it's in Forks." I told them as we started up the front yard to the doorway.

"Forks, but that's leech territory."

Leech, I laughed to myself lightly.

"What do you mean 'leech territory'?" I asked.

"My great-great-grandfather set a treaty with the Cullens. They stayed in Forks and we'd stay in La Push." Jacob told me.

"Was that a peace treaty, as in, not hurting any of the Cullens?" I grimaced as I asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Apparently none of you see Edward Cullen on a daily basis." I mumbled to myself.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" We walked into a living room, filled with people. It was mostly men.

"That's Paul, you'll have to excuse his manners." I looked back at Paul.

"Yeah, it means he fucked with me, backed me into a corner and I attacked. He has a good scratch above his eye. It'll probably leave a scar." I told him, anger burning in my eyes. Jacob grabbed my hand and I instantly was calmer. But he let my hand go once he pulled me down onto the couch next to him. Sam growled at me.

"You broke the treaty?"

"It's not like I knew there was a treaty. Plus, what was I supposed to do, let myself get killed?" The growl in my voice instantly fought his for power.

"You attacked a bloodsucker, on your own! That's a death wish in the first place! Are you stupid or just suicidal?!" His growl jumped up in volume. My growl met his as I started shaking. I ground my teeth together and closed my eyes, setting my head in my hands. It was hard for me to control my temper and not rip his throat out. I really wanted to. Like, really wanted to. He stood in front of me now. "Answer me, whelp." His insult just made me angrier. I tried to lunge at him, but got held back by Jacob.

This kid is a real lifesaver, My conscious told me. My anger cooled off a bit, but I was still shaking. Sam's words kept getting to me.

"Where are your keys, I'll drive you home." Jacob's smooth voice met my ears.

"Front right jeans pocket." I grumbled. He slid his hand into my pocket and pulled out the keys. He led me out the door and back down to my car.

"You know, I've never seen anyone challenge Sam as pack leader."

"I bet it was even more of a surprise that a female was the one to."

"Oh, we'll be cracking on him for this event for some time." He chuckled. I sat in the passenger's seat of the Stealth, while Jacob sat behind the wheel, his eyes sparkling.

"Raw power, Puppy. Can you handle it?" I teased him.

"More like can you handle it?" He smirked back at me. My eyes twinkled as I responded.

"I know I can handle it."