Okay, so if anyone is actually reading this, Thank you for not giving up on me! Life just gets busy. I will make my late new years resolution this year to be to update more!

As for the story, I think it's headed in a slightly different direction than I planned, so I will most likely change the summary. Hope this chappie is long enough for you to forgive my lack of postings!

Oh, and I only own Ali and the story line, SM owns the rest!

"Honey, well um, I'm not really sure how to tell you this," Mom began once the three of us had settled on the couch. Even though the rest of the family could probably hear everything I still felt more comfortable with them not in the room.

Mom and Dad were looking at each other, having a conversation with their eyes. Mom was clearly uncomfortable about something, but she still hadn't told me what.

"I guess I'll just come right out and say it, because I don't see a way of easing into this. You just have to promise you'll stay calm if you want to...keep your shape." I nodded, still not sure what to expect, but becoming more worried.

"Ali, Edward isn't your real father." she said quickly. I sat, not really sure what to think of this new tidbit of my life.

"How is this related to what happened?" I said shakily. This time my father answered, Mom trying to hide her waterless tears, "Your biological father was part of a native American tribe. They...transform. Your now at the age when it just... explodes... out of you. Where they are it's perfectly normal. The wolves are sacred to the tribe. You're part of their protectors."

Things began to click and I came to a realization, "Im a...werewolf?" Mom heaved a tearless sob, and I felt horrible.

"Its not your fault Ali, there's nothing you could have done to change things," Dad said, reading my thoughts. He put his arms around me and Mom, comforting both of us.

"Well, seems like I've got some learning to do."

"You'll have to stay out of school for a while, until we're sure you can control yourself. It's not that we don't trust you, but we have to be sure."

I nodded lifelessly. That meant no more Trevor. I was going to miss him. His crinkled nose...I quickly began to think of something else when I saw Dad's head begin to turn, surprisingly he winked at me.

~o0o~

I had a lot of thinking to do. I became worried that there were other things I didn't know about my life. I tried to think of anything important that the average teen seems to know, but I only had tv to go by. I didn't really have many friends, besides Blaire, and she came from a broken family. I guess I was friends with her because she never invited me to her house so I never felt the need to invite her to mine. We went out whenever we were together. It was good to get away once in a while, but it seemed that that wouldn't be happening for a while. Seemed like I was going to be pretty lonely for a while. Even though I loved my family, I had never really felt like I belonged, and I now knew why.

I had the sudden earge to find my biological father. I knew Mom would never allow it, but I just HAD to see him. It became my only goal. I was far enough out of the house for Dad not to hear me, but I worried about Aunt Alice. I quickly became unsure if I was going to go or not because I knew it would keep me from being "seen" by her. When I was ready, it would have to be sudden.

I figured I would wait a day before charging off. I needed to learn more about my dad first. And knowing a bit more about this whole transforming thing might not be so bad either.

~o0o~

"What tribe was my father from?" I tried to ask casually, but it sounding more like I was an investigator.

"Well, the tribe was from Washington," Mom began. "The Quileutes." I nodded and kept walking, even though I could tell she had more to say.

I went up to my computer and began by typing in "Quileute" into the search box. The first thing I clicked on was a news paper article, there was a picture of a man, with his arm around another, old, man sitting in a wheel chair. I could see my face in the younger man's. This was most definetily my father. Which explained where I got my dark skin from. I read the discription underneath the photo. "Jacob Black takes over the job as Chief of the council, from his father, Billy Black." I gasped. My father was...chief of a tribe? This was getting even stranger. We had always lived a rather secluded life, what with the whole vampire thing. And here I was, looking at my biological father, in a newspaper. This didn't explain anything about the wolf transformation though.

I went back to my search and the next link was about Quiliute legends.

The first story was about how the spirits of the Quiliute warriors used to leave their bodies, and they had become very close with the wolves, letting the spirits of the warriors share their bodies.

But one time, they had left their bodies and their bodies were killed, leaving their spirits with the wolves.

I guess this turned into shapeshifting, and the warrior spirits explained how the wolves were the protecters of the tribe like Dad had said.

The next story was called The First Wife.

By the end I was sobbing. I was living with the enemy of what I was. Mom and Dad rushed in hugging me, trying to calm me down, but I just pushed through them (marveled at my strength for a second), grabbed a change of clothes, and ran.

I was shaking as I reached the woods. I felt my clothes rip from my body as fur exploded out if me. It was slightly painful, but not unbearable.

I felt strong, and started running. I found my sense of direction just as strong as my legs. I didn't know what direction it was, but I knew it would bring me where I needed to go. Washington. I guess like a dog, I always knew how to get home. I began running, and laughed with joy at the thrill.

I'm not going to go digging for reviews, but if your actually reading this, it wouldn't be all that bad know.