Hello! I finished this chapter AGES ago, but for some reason it was seriously long, so I decided to split it into two. Here I introduce some new characters and because this story is to have werewolve-y characters in it (and one of my besties is a die-hard twilight fan) I decided to take inspiration from the shape-shifters in that series (eg. Their high temperature) which involved a lot of research since I know NOTHING about the books or films! xD

Btw don't worry this will not turn into a Harry Potter/Twilight crossover!

PS To my friends who are reading, I wonder if you can understand the first section I put in italics? It's meant to sound real posh! x'D

I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight, if I did I would pimp out Edward and Jacob.

In perfect silence she sat, her porcelain skin illuminated only by the heavenly light spilling out from the silver disc that rested peacefully among the celestial diamonds scattered far and wide across the velvet night sky. Little did she know what malevolence festered beneath her serenity, what darkness was watching and waiting for the right chance to envelop not only her, but all that she knew, all who she knew, all who she lov-

Celeste's P.O.V.

"Hello!" I opened my eyes, only to be met by another pair; these however were painted a familiar deep brown.

"Hello Jake," I smiled sarcastically, "Thanks for disturbing me, the peace was starting to get old."

"Hey!" He hopped next to me on the rock I'd been sitting on, which caused my body to warm considerably, "I sensed something was wrong and when I woke up you'd disappeared, so I went looking for you."

Rolling my eyes I replied "Aw come on, you know I always come here to think and stuff."

I expected him to smile like a sleepy idiot and tell me to go back to bed before he chased me there, but instead I watched as he frowned and his eyes fell to the floor,

"Yeah I know Elle, but still...you never know what could happen, and I worry about you. Especially lately, I mean it's like you're in a whole different world or something...you seem so distant."

It's at times like these I hate my best friend, it's like he can see right through me! I mean, I know I must've seemed a bit spaced recently, but I didn't know I had been that bad a hiding it and it's not like I'm known for my "look-at-me" attitude.

I let out a deep sigh as I switched my gaze from Jake to the glowing moon in the distance, "Look, I'm sorry if I've been a bit reclusive lately, but I..."

How can I put this?

"...I'm not feeling right."

He paused, "Do you mean you're sick or-"

"I mean something's wrong. Every time I close my eyes, I have these...visions. I don't know where they're coming from or what they mean, but it's always the same thing and..."

I looked to my left and locked eyes with him,

"...and I think they have something to do with my mother. I think she might be in danger."

He chewed the inside of his mouth slightly and grabbed my hand, "What makes you think that?" his voice closer to a whisper as he spoke.

I was about to answer, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised I actually had no idea why, but I was just convinced that these images I kept seeing were linked to the mum I'd never met, the woman who had left me in the care of shape-shifters since I was a baby.

"I don't know..." My eyes dropped to my shoes, tattered and muddy blue converse Jake's dad had brought back from a hunt last week.

Neither of us talked for ages, we just sat there holding hands, but I could tell he was holding something back. About 10 minutes later he finally spoke,

"Do you wanna go back to camp?" I knew I wouldn't get any sleep either way, but I agreed to go back, especially since the idiot started having a yawning fit which set me off. On the way back from the clearing where we were sitting, I couldn't help but smile; despite the nature of it and the fact that it wasn't even a proper conversation, it was the longest we'd talked for at least two weeks and I already felt a lot better. He'd always had that effect on me, but I when I looked over he was still frowning, so I stopped.

"Jake," he spun around to face me, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "I need to tell you something..."

"Yeah?"

"Come closer" He still bore a puzzled look, but took a step closer anyway.

"Closer..." I waited till our noses were almost touching (meaning he had to bend down slightly since he's annoyingly almost a whole head taller than me) before I yelled, "TAG!" and punched him in the arm. Immediately, the grin I'd known for the past 13 years returned which was my cue to start running.

It was the first time I'd laughed for a while, and it felt brilliant, just like when we were little and as we ran I could feel all the anxiety built up over the past few weeks seeping out of my body like water from a sponge.

I'd made it to the camp boundary (where the elders of the pack had scratched the family's emblem onto the trees to mark it as our territory) before I looked back, and when I did I a sense of panic washed over me.

Jake was the quickest in the whole pack (besides his aunt Kim), he could easily outrun me, without even needing to change into a wolf, but when I looked behind me he was nowhere to be seen. This either meant that something had happened to him while we were running, possibly meaning that someone (or something) else was here with me, or that he was hiding.

Either way I sure as hell needed to keep my guard up.

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