A/N: Hey there guys and girls :P

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Luna Ateara

La Push

April, 2006

Outside, the air was fresh and cold. It helped calm my frazzled nerves as I tried to decide what to do next.

With my father's lie, I knew I couldn't go back to L.A. His false words and big promises were everything I was trying to get away from.

At the same time, I wasn't sure if I was welcomed for a prolonged stay in La Push. I felt like a piece of ice that had been cast into a pond: cold, directionless and out of my depth. I felt lost.

As I looked around the forest and cold shudder ran down my back. La Push seemed to reflect my dream in more ways than one. It felt like there were secrets hidden in the dense forest; I had this feeling Old Quil was keeping something from me. Something that was involved with the tribal symbol in my dream.

Laughing, I tried to ignore that paranoid that was creeping around in my mind. I felt like a fool for letting a dream haunt me this much.

I was about to turn away when four men emerged from the forest. Since I didn't know any better, I assumed they were brothers from their matching short, black hair and russet skin. All of them were unusually tall and they wore torn denim shorts. I took note that none of them wore shirts and they were muscular. But what caught my attention was the black mark on their right shoulder.

As I looked over their faces, I gasped.

There he was; the demon from my nightmare. He was in the middle and staring right at me. He didn't look angry, which was different from my dreams, but I knew it was the same man.

Breathing deeply, I tried not to flee from the sight of him. The terror from my dream filled every nerve, reminding me of details I had forgotten.

Just a pretty little rich girl. You will be nothing more than that.

"Hello." Sam said, noticing that my gaze was fixed on him.

"Hi." I said, noting that his voice was the same from my dream.

"I'm Sam Ulley." He said, obviously expecting me to introduce myself.

At that moment, one of the boys broke from the group and came up to me. "Hey baby. I'm Paul."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm leaving."

"Don't be like that, beautiful." Paul said, standing in front of me.

I could now see the mark in full, and I realized it was the wolf tribal symbol. Without realizing what I was doing, my hand began to rise so that I could touch it.

"Paul!" Sam snapped, breaking me out of my haze.

I took a step back. Looking over every boy, I noted that they all had the tribal tattoo on their right shoulder.

Could it be possible? I thought. Are the stories of the wolf men true?

I decided to let it go and make an effort to be nice. Maybe I would be able to work out the secrets everyone seemed to have.

"Sorry, my name is Luna Ateara." I said with a smile.

The boys all turned toward the shorter member of their group. He looked at me, equally as confused as those around us.

"I'm sorry, should I know you?" I asked.

"My name is Quil Ateara." He said, looking at me carefully. "Why do I feel I should know you?"

I laughed and flipped the hair out of my face. "I guess we're cousins."

"I know her!" Paul said. "I wasn't sure at first, but her name…"

"Shut up, Paul." Quil said with a roll of his eyes.

"But she…" Paul began, enthusiastically.

I rolled my eyes, knowing he recognized me from the covers of stupid magazines. I wanted to be another face in the crowd and to have a fresh start, but it looked like my notoriety wasn't just contained to the city of Angels.

"Enough!" Sam said, causing everyone to fall silent.

Everyone was glancing at me, but sneaking glances off to Paul as well. I couldn't help but feel confused, like the entire puzzle was in front of me, but I couldn't put the pieces together.

"Welcome to La Push, Luna." Sam said in a kinder tone, holding out his hand to me.

I shook his hand, feeling like I was staring him down. The other boys were whispering to each other; but I only caught the occasional work like Imprint or Celebrity.

"Thank you, Sam." I said calmly, not allowing my eyes to leave his.

At that moment, Spike pulled up in my car, causing the boys to become distracted. They began to gather around my black sports car, chatting about the speed and design. A few grabbed the bags of food Spike had bought and they took them into the Ateara house hold.

The atmosphere seemed less tense, but I had the feeling that Sam was watching me.

The night after that was a night to remember.

The boys all stayed for dinner and I was introduced to Embry Call. Paul spent the night flirting with me while I tried to talk to Quil. Sam kept a careful distance, but I often caught him staring at me. I brushed it off, pretending that he was a reporter at a party who wanted to question me for his next article; Sam was easier to ignore that way.

Once I noticed Sam's staring, the careful glances of the others became apparent. It was like they were all in on some secret that I didn't know about. I honestly didn't care and I didn't make any mention that I noticed their weird behavior; when I mentioned it to Spike he told me I was being paranoid.

The best news came when my aunt told me I was welcome to stay here as long as I needed.

Spike seemed happy with the news and began to plan his trip back to California. He would be flying down so I could keep my car. Neither one of us would say it, but I didn't want him to leave and he didn't want to be without his friend.

Life without my best friend would be hard.

"So you are finally here." Sam said behind me.

"Yip. Who would have thought?" I said, laughing quietly to myself.

My dream was similar to my first dream of Sam; we were in the forest and I was dressed like I was going to a ball. An outfit not suited to the forest.

"You don't belong here." Sam hissed at me, echoing my passed dream.

I laughed. "Whatever, Sam. I'm here to say."

I turned, just as he turned into a wolf. Sam was a large black wolf with an evil looking sneer on his face. Other wolves, the same size as Sam, but different in color, emerged from the forest. The air was filled with whispers of many voices, jumbled and distorted.

It had suddenly gotten darker and it began to rain harder. The sky was ripped open with crashes of lightning.

The wolves began to hiss.

Luna. Luna. LUNA!

Standing my ground, I held back my scream as wolf-Sam lunged at my throat.