A/N: I love Fiona. She's so angsty and stuff. A lot like Leah, only worse. I'll bet none of you even thought that was possible. fWell, so did I, but apparantly it is. It's like one of those "She's more of a Leah than Leah is" type things. I always thought they were kinda funny... Anyways, it's late, and I'm sleep deprived, so I probably sound like an idiot. Oh well.

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Disclaimer: Except in my dreams, I do not own Twilight or any of the characters therein. However, Fiona, Jared, Harold, Randall, Jamie, and many more to come do belong to me... with the help of my friend Fiona on some points of her namesake character.

I was pacing back and forth down the streets, having one of those I-hate-the-world moments. It was the second one already that day. And it was still only noon.

I mean, can you really blame me? I was cursed before I was born. The child of two werewolves; the second female wolf to exist. I never had even a ray of hope, and, while my mom sympathized with me, after she gave birth to me, she was off running as a wolf again. She couldn't help it; her little Jared had never stopped being a wolf, and he was so young… well, truthfully, he was about fifty years old, but Leah was older. She was about twice his age, and she looked it, too. Well, she didn't look 100, but she did look in her late twenties. Which was about right, biologically. While Jared was still biologically a seventeen year-old.

Then there was me. I had changed at fifteen, because I had had so much to be mad about. None of us were surprised when it happened. But Mom and "dad" (I prefer to call him Jared, since he looks about a year older than me) ran with me for almost a whole month. I almost completely forgot that I was human. If it hadn't been for mom and Jared, I would probably still be running around La Push, a wolf forever, not aging, not dying. Until I completely forgot everything I had been.

But luckily, they had been there. Or maybe unluckily. I wasn't quite sure. Maybe it would be better to be running as a real wolf than a teenage girl who didn't know who - or what - she was.

And if I had to be the ONLY STINKING FEMALE WEREWOLF (other than my mom), then why couldn't I be the first? No one remembered second place. If I could ever calm down for long enough to start aging again and die, no one would remember me for long. Except for my parents, who were still having a great time as wolves, who would probably outlive me just for the fact that they were enjoying themselves and I couldn't have such a lack of control forever.

And I wasn't even in the same pack as my mom. She was still a part of Jacob's "pack." I stopped, cringing at his name. All of this junk is his fault. If he hadn't imprinted on that stupid half-vampire THING, then the bloodsuckers wouldn't be visiting so often and their presence wouldn't have been able to activate my werewolf gene.

Was I just blaming others for my stupid problems? Yeah, I knew it. I didn't have to deny it. I wasn't a good enough liar to be able to deny it. Even to myself. I mean, I had no particular distaste for the Cullens, but what they were made me hate them by instinct, added to what they'd done to screw up my life.

And Jake was pretty cool, but still, imprinting on a vampire? It was bound to make people hate him. Especially me, who felt the worst effects of it.

However, I couldn't keep my level head for long, and I had a very one-track mind. So much so that it picked up exactly where I had left off.

And as soon as Jared had phased for the first time, he met my mom. They had long been enemies, arguing over every small thing as my mother used to do, as I'm told. But they saw each other as wolves, and everything changed. "The whole world changed in those two seconds" As my mom put it sappily. My dad always laughed and said "I think it was just the mating instincts and all…" or something else funny like that. I liked him, though I didn't say it openly; he was easy to be around. Calming, almost.

Still, as soon as that happened, he officially switched loyalties to Jacob. He was ticked off, but couldn't bring himself to order the two away.

And shortly after that, all the werewolves in Sam's pack had settled down and had kids. There were no more werewolves in the pack that still belonged to La Push. And guess what? I was the first to change. I was officially the alpha, which didn't matter much to me until Sam and Emily's great-grandkid, Harold, joined. I refused to call him Harry, though that's what everyone else did.

I had tried to give him the alpha position, but I couldn't figure out how. I even tried commanding him to take my place in the alpha voice. So I was pack leader over three stinking boys, sure to be more, soon, if the Cullens kept visiting like they had been.

What sucked the most was that I didn't have a say in any of it. The Cullens were friendly, so why did their presence have to affect us so? It's not like there were any vampire attacks going on. None have them had killed a single human since the original treaty was made, when my great grandparents were teens. Even with Bella, she had never tasted human blood. Apparently, she had some kind of supernatural self-control.

Man, what I wouldn't give to have just an ounce of that. Then maybe I could stop phasing so much and ripping my stupid clothes to shreds and coming home as either a giant wolf or naked altogether, with Jared either laughing his head off while Leah tried to console me as the tears streamed down my face or with them both off running, not so much as a note left behind.

My closet was full of identical outfits; that way it didn't look like I changed clothes fifty times a day. Plus, everything' cheaper when you buy in bulk. Which is what I needed.

Stupid werewolf gene. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why were we so affected by who are parents were and the passing of creatures that we have no right to kill? I understand it was necessary at some point, but…

"Ugh!" I finally screamed, somewhere in-between a growl and a sigh. It sounded oddly wolfish to my ears.

"I have HAD IT!" I continued, tears barreling down my cheeks, paired with the quivers running down my spine and making my hands tremble. "Life just sucks and I am sick of it! Why is everything against me?" I continued, walking towards the forest I would hopefully be close to before I lost it. The houses were already thinning, and I could see Sam and Emily's old house farther down the path. Harold would probably see me, trembling and about to phase as I was, and come running after me. But I didn't care.

I would ignore him and the questions he would continue to ask me, just as he always did. Then they would slow and disappear altogether. And I would just run until I couldn't remember why I was angry anymore; when human emotions seemed distant and fake and distracting and pointless and all the other things that they really were.

Then I would tell Harry to run to my place and get me some clothes because I didn't want my dad to laugh in my face, and He would merely nod and rush to the end of the forest to get his back, undoubtedly in a neat pile as to prepare for this. The kid had his grandfather's instincts and common sense. Apparently, I had picked up the lack in that department from my mother.

That was when I started running.

I couldn't take it. Why couldn't he have been the Alpha? Why did he, like Jacob, refuse the duties of Alpha? Why was I cursed with it? I suppose it didn't really matter other than in theory, but what if something were to happen? Where I would have to make decisions and step up to take charge? We would all lose and I would have the blood of three teenage boys on my hands. Or paws, rather.

I couldn't help it anymore, couldn't wait until the forest edge or take off my clothes first. My clothes exploded out of me, creating a large ripping sound. Followed by that was the explosion of an oversized, thick-pelted black wolf, whose paws hit the ground with a thud.

I was immediately running towards the forest, long streams of wolf tears trailing behind me. I couldn't hear any voices yet, but I knew that I would soon be joined by a comfortingly deep-voiced werewolf. The closest thing I would ever have to a brother. Or want.

And I was right. It couldn't have been more than two minutes before I heard Harry's comforting voice in my head, seeing the forest fly by through his eyes as well as my own. I tried not to let on how glad I was that he had joined, but apparently, it didn't work. Before I knew it, I was answering Harry's questions. I usually just ignored him, as I said. It's all just a blur in my memory, so I'm not entirely sure what happened, other than that when I finally snapped out of my trance-like state, he was consoling me.

Wait… I told him. I felt something… a ghost of a presence. I stopped running, and he caught up with me instantly, then stopped running beside me. His mind didn't probe or ask any more questions, but was relatively silent other than the vague curiosity he tried to shove out of the way so I could focus.

I closed my eyes and sat down, focusing on the vague presence. It was a feeling I remembered, but the presence was unfamiliar. It didn't take me long to realize what was going on, and I felt another fresh tear flow down my cheek. We're not alone.

He didn't understand at first. Well, rather, he didn't want to understand. His subconscious realized instantly, which I could tell before he could. His conscious was denying it fiercely. He could hear it in my mind, I was sure, but he was denying it.

Yes, Harold… There's going to be another one. Soon. I listened harder, searching for it's strength. Suddenly, I felt it flare to life. Holy junk, they're getting angry.

Harold's thoughts blanked out completely. Surprise filled his eyes and his mind, and for a few minutes, he was frozen in place, his mouth gaping open.

No... Fiona, no.

Come on, I replied grimly, we better be there to offer some moral support.

So I trudged back towards La Push, struggling to make my heavy black paws move. They felt like lead.

Go grab our clothes. We're gonna want them later. I added as he started trudging behind me.

I'm guessing that means go to your house?

Yeah, and grab the clips. We don't know how long we could be running for.

Aye, aye, captain. He joked, but his heart wasn't there. He was worrying, and that wasn't good. This could turn to moping in a heart beat. And I didn't have enough brain space to concentrate on that, as well as the new werewolf.

Meet me back at the edge of the woods. I'll try and focus on who it is. You'll be the first to know.

Yeah, Yeah. I know. He sighed a huge, wolf sigh, and then took off. I sighed, then followed after more slowly, stopping at the edge of the woods, far enough away that no stray humans would see me, but close enough that I could see easily in case the new werewolf or Harold came my way.

And as I sat there, staring at the sun through the trees as it set over the beach, it surprised me that, as much as it bugged me that I was a werewolf, it bugged me twenty times more that this new boy, though I didn't know who he was, was being cursed with the same fate.