Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long but a lot has been going on cough Future City cough. Anyway I have been in D.C. for the past week and got home so I haven't had much time on my hands. This is what I got so far so please enjoy and review!

Roxanne's P.O.V.

I slammed my bedroom door behind me, feeling my entire anger gather inside me.

How could he do this to me? I trusted him! He was the leader! He was supposed to take care of his pack not sacrifice them to the biggest jerk alive!

I was pacing, trying so hard to control myself. I looked around the room. Dusty cement floor with ceiling to floor windows with ripped curtains. A balcony was just outside those windows so I could see the entire neighborhood. My furniture was definitely old and looked like it belonged in a junkyard. One dresser that might have been a light blue once was now chipping and showed a weird brown red under some of the spots of blue paint. A little mirror hung on a wall with disgusting yellow colored wallpaper that already had holes in it and was probably swarming with roaches. Then my bed, it was a giant one, but it sagged to the ground and the canopy over it was about to collapse. I looked in the corner where a random little chair waited there. Why do I have that? It's pointless! A pointless stupid little chair!

I could feel myself start to give in to the anger. I tried to calm it by letting tears come, but they wouldn't. Something was keeping them from coming, like I was meant to feel this pain and be punished by it.

Why did I deserve this? Why do I deserve any of this?

"It's not fair!" I yelled in the now very cold room.

I felt myself changing into my other form, my other body. My clenched fists became paws with claws stretched, my yelling voice became a howl as my mouth changed into a muzzle with huge canine teeth, and the bare pale skin that usually covered my human body was now growing white fur. It hurt for a moment when my spine had to completely bend and when all of me muscles and bones had to shift, but eventually it relaxed me a little and I felt relief. I had held this in for too long, this animal, but still the pain did not leave.

A snarl came through my bared canine teeth as frustration started to come along with the pain and anger. I looked over at the little chair. Why do I have that? It's not of any use, and it's ugly!

I leaped on the chair making a terrible snap as the old wooden legs snapped under my new weight. I ripped at the cushion and tore it with my teeth and claws until all that was left was some fluff and wooden pieces. I looked at the rest of the room. That stupid dresser! Why do I even deal with it? I don't need it anyway!

I tore that apart as well. Soon enough I found myself destroying everything in that room. Tearing the curtains down, shattering the mirror, making the canopy finally fall down onto the cement floor, and raked my claws down the wallpaper. Something caught my eye while I was taking down some of the wallpaper. Something was sticking out of the pillow case, a little black corner of a book. I realized it was my sketchbook. I growled at it and made my way over to the pillow. I clasped it between my teeth and shook it viciously until I finally flung it across the room, slamming it into the wall. Papers fluttered everywhere.

I stood there on my four legs watching the drawings as they fluttered to the ground. I was breathing hard, my tongue hanging over my canine teeth. I slowly walked over to the drawings. Some of them were random, just when I was trying to draw something that didn't relate to what I usually drew. That's when I saw one of them. The pictures of the boy I always dreamed about. He was at a dance with a girl. He had a glossy ponytail and his back was to me, but I could see the girl and the beautiful figures dancing around them. She had a broken leg and didn't look too happy to be dancing with him. That was one of the older ones though.

I looked at another one, this one was more recent. He was much bigger, and he looked so alone…even though I couldn't see his face I could just feel it. When I was about to push the drawing aside something else caught my eye, which made a knot in my stomach. It was a picture of her…my sister. She was smiling in this drawing. She was smiling with her warm brown eyes shining. She was with me. I was smiling with her, my green eyes looking up at her. That smile…

This time when I reached for a picture it was a hand.

I haven't smiled like that in such a long time.

"Vanessa…" I whispered a hint of a dog like whimper in my voice. "I miss you so much."

My fingers traced the young girls face. She was always so beautiful.

I started to gather my drawings. One that made me stop for a second was one of Vanessa dancing.

I let out a soft laugh.

She always loved to dance. That's the one thing she and I had in common…

I began picking up the drawings again, the last one was of the boy. Even though it didn't show his face I knew what he was doing. He was crying. He was hunched over, sitting on the shore of the beach. Looking at this made me want to comfort this boy. He had no idea how much I could relate to him.

I picked up the drawing and put it back with the stack of my other drawings. I stood up on two legs now and looked around the room. I cursed under my breath as I looked around the destroyed room. Everything was ruined. I knew that when King or Christian saw this…

A little flare of anger started in my stomach again. I didn't want to think about them. I didn't even want to hear their names right now. I just needed to get away.

That's when my phone made a little beeping noise under my destroyed curtains. I dug through them to reach the phone. It was a text message from Embry.

A smile spread across my face.

Embry, god I missed him. It has been so long since I had heard from him. He must have finally returned my text message.

Hey Roxanne, nothing is going on over here (since May I remind you I live in Forks) and I'm really pissed off at my motorcycle since it refuses to be fixed. Why don't you drop by and fix it for me? You're a genius at these kinds of things. I'm sure the guys are driving you nuts anyway ;) Txt me if you can come for a visit. –E

Embry had been a family friend since I can remember. My parents died when I was young and his family has always been there for me, including him. My parents were friends with the rest of the packs parents too. That's why I'm here. All of us were meant to be together. It's instinct. My mom died giving birth to me and dad couldn't take it, so he ran. That's when Embry came in. His folks were friends of my moms and they promised to help with Vanessa and me. But they don't know what I am, or what the guys are either. Almost all of the packs parents were dead because of…that night. King and Logan's folks are the only ones left, but they are living away since they think they would get in our way. They are like us too, but they are getting older, and ever since that night...they have been weaker.

Just thinking abut all of those things made something inside me hurt, I wasn't sure what it was, but it was something that was about to make me lose it. I could tell. I texted him back,

Hey Embry! I really need a vacation so consider your bike fixed! I need to talk to you about something. You remember that guy Duke? Well, he is making my life hell right now. I'll explain it to you face to face.

-Roxanne

I sent the text and started gathering my clothes putting them in a backpack. I picked up my leather jacket, leather gloves, helmet, keys, and wallet. I changed into my leather pants and into black leather high heeled boots that reached the knee. I hesitated but decided it was best. I gathered up my weapons, three guns, two knives, and some bullets and hooked them or stored them on my belt. What can I say, when you have to deal with a huge pack of werewolves that worked for Duke chasing after you, you need to be prepared. I wrote a note for Rick and left it on my ruined bed. I ran down the stairs and made my way out of our lair (since it isn't anything like a home) into the alley way. I put on the jacket and helmet. When I reached the motorcycle I whispered,

"Hello baby."

I quickly put the keys in the ignition. When I felt the motorcycle roar to life I reeled it around so it faced out of the alleyway. I stopped and turned to look at my "home". Maybe I should leave a note…

I shook my head and turned to the opposite direction. With the pull of the throttle I went screeching out of the alley way and soon enough out of the neighborhood.

"Well Forks…ready or not here I come."