Okay, so this story has gone even farther from my original plan than I had planned, so I will be completely changing the summary. I will probably also change the title, but for now I will leave it.

I think an apology is also due here. So, sorry to anyone who was reading this story. I don't even know when the last time I put up a chapter was.

New summary: Bella's daughter, Ali, has grown into a fine young woman leading a double life. But when her anger takes over, her real father is revealed. When she sets out to find him she discovers family secrets and her mother's mysterious past.

After days of running, I came to the coast. I could smell the soft moss of the forest I just emerged from, and the salt of the sea.

It was so peaceful here, and I enjoyed it. Luckily, because of the rain, there was no one to be seen for miles in both directions, but I could hear cars on the road, and the blinking of a streetlight, so I knew I was close to civilization.

I ran back into the woods and transformed back into myself, after spitting the clothes I had carried so long in my mouth onto the ground.

I quickly pulled on the jeans and t-shirt and headed for the sounds of the road. They were quieter now, without my wolf ears, but I was surprised to find I could still hear them.

Mom was probably freaking because "her baby" had run away, but I knew Dad would be trying to calm her and tell her I just needed time. And that was exactly all I needed.

When I reached the road, it ran through a quaint little village.

There was a tiny convenient store, a meetinghouse, a pharmacy, a church, and a gas station. There were also a few small houses, and instantly I felt like I was home.

I had finally reached my final destination.

I wasn't sure how I was going to find my father, but I figured somewhere this small it wouldn't be a problem. And he was chief, right? So everyone would know him.

I headed to the small convenient store, and smiled when the bell above the door rang. It was so small-townish.

I headed to the counter to ask the cashier about my father.

The girl behind the counter had dark skin and extremely short black hair. Her nametag said, "'May I Help You?' Leah."

She looked up from the magazine she was reading when I walked up to her.

"Could you help me find someone?" I asked. She gave me a strange look before replying.

"Maybe, who ya' lookin' for?"

"Jacob Black?" I questioned, and her eyes widened, before shaking her head and saying,"Sorry, never heard of him."

I knew she was lying, but I didn't feel like arguing, so I nodded and left, with a quick thanks.

I headed across the street to the pharmacy and asked the man who worked there the same thing.

His reply,"Uh…he left…a while ago."

When I asked him where he had gone he just shrugged. This was getting stranger and stranger. Why would the chief leave, and why would these people be so closed about what had happened to him. When I went into the meetinghouse, I was surprised to see the other man in the photo I had seen online, the one in the wheelchair.

I waited at the back of the room for their meeting to finish, before I approached him.

"Are you Billy Black?" I asked shakily, I wasn't really sure why I was so scared.

"Yes…I…am," he said slowly, almost like a question. He was so old that is voice trembled when he talked, "And you are?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm Ali Cullen." His eyes narrowed when I said my name, and I wished I had thought of a fake one.

"So…Ali, can I do anything for you?"

"Actually, I was hoping you could help me find someone…?" The change of emotion on his face made me want to turn around and run back home. He knew what was coming next, and I think in that moment he saw his son in my own face. He looked like he might have a heart attack and my breath picked up. I started to turn and he asked, "You...transformed...didn't you?" I nodded at him, overtaken by the wisdom in his eyes.

"He lives in the middle of the woods. When you leave take a right onto Beach Street and there's a dirt road about halfway down the road on the left." I nodded and thanked him before heading on my way.

I was glad it wasn't a long walk, because even though I wasn't cold, I was getting soaked out here in the rain.

The dirt road was more of an over grown path than a road. I could tell no one had driven down here in years. There were a few footprints in the mud though.

When I reached the end of the path there was a run down, tiny house. There was smoke coming out of the chimney, so I figured someone must be home.

When I knocked on the door no one answered so I tried the doorknob. I knew whenever people did this in movies, it never ended well, so when it was unlocked I only took a peek to see a cluttered, messy, little living room. I didn't see anyone so I closed the door and sat on the porch steps under the overhang to wait out the rain.

The next thing I knew, a large, strong hand was shaking me awake. I jumped up with a start, and bumped right into a huge man, so tall I was only up to his chest, and I wasn't very short either. I slowly looked up to see the face from the picture, as I took a few steps back. He smelled like family, which I found rather strange, I didn't usually go around smelling people.

When he focused on my face, I saw a flash in his eyes as his jaw dropped open.

"B-Bella?" he stuttered. I knew I looked a lot like my mom, but I never thought it was enough for someone to mistake me for her. Even through the darkness of the evening woods.

"No, I'm Ali...Cullen." I said while looking up at him. I wasn't going to lie to him, I had a feeling he'd find out eventually, and I didn't need any other problems to deal with.

"Uh, oh, come inside. You must be cold."

I followed him into the messy little house, and got a better look at the clutter I had seen the first time I had been in here.

He sat down on the sagging couch and I took that as an invitation to have a seat. I perched on a small bench near him. It was awkward, sitting in the tiny, stuffy room. Jacob...my father, obviously didn't make much human contact of late.

"So, um, what are you here for?" He said after clearing his throat. I knew he knew I was related to Bella, but I wasn't really sure where to start. I figured the whole transformation thing might be a good place.

"Well, two days ago...I turned into a wolf." His eyes showed a spark of interest, so I continued. "Turns out my father wasn't actually my father…" He knew. As soon as I said the word father, his shoulders tensed and his forehead creased.

He looked up at me, probably recognizing himself in my face.

Unexpectedly, he burst out in sudden rage, flipping over stuff as he headed for the door. He was completely shaking when he went out the door, and I heard a ripping sound.

I peeked out the window, and like I had presumed, he was a wolf,

much larger than me, but with the same shade of brown fur. I didn't know if I should go out and try to calm him down or maybe transform into a wolf and try to communicate that way.

Neither way sounded all that appealing so I just waited inside, even as I heard his giant paws run into the forest.

He'd have to come back eventually.

I realized how hungry I was as I waited for him, and figured he wouldn't mind if I made dinner.

After I made my way to the fridge through the maze of junk, I pulled out a package of chicken, and a package of mac-and-cheese.

I guessed a man of Jacob's size would eat a lot so I decided to pull out another package of chicken. I was so ravenous, I could most likely eat some of the second package too.

I set to work, frying the chicken on the stove, which I had to clear off and clean. It obviously hadn't been used much.

I set a pot or water to boil as well for the macaroni.