Chapter 2: Howling Wolf

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Disclaimer: Any Twilight characters you may recognize, belong to Stephenie Meyer. I only own my fanfiction storyline, and original characters you don't recognize. I also, don't own the song Teenage Dirtbag.

Amelia's POV

I moved around the Forks Coffee Shop, clearing tables and wiping them down. Eight minutes was what I had left of my shift, and was just finishing whatever needed to be done. When I brought the customers their drinks I looked up at the clock and saw that it was 8:31PM. With a sigh of relief I untied my apron and told my manager Jackie that I was done for the day and that I will see her on Saturday, which was two days away. She smiled and nodded before she moved picking up plates of food, and walked out of the kitchen.

With a wave to the other waitresses I turned to the door which held our cubbies for our belongings. A smile appeared on my lips when I spied a familiar brown paper bag sitting on top of my school binder. I grabbed my sweater and pulled it over my head, and switched my old pair of sneakers into a newer pair. Grabbing my backpack I thrust my binder inside, and walked out of the room and back into the kitchen where I watched Joe moving around in his station.

Joe was a beefy guy at the height of 6'2; he was muscular yet was full of meat. His arms were sleeves of various tattoos, on his head there was a red bandana covering his dirty blond medium length hair. He intimidated people with his outer appearance the first time they meet him, but really… he is just a big teddy bear.

"Thanks for dinner Joe, you didn't have too." I said, giving him a hug. He gave a hearty laugh, his light brown eyes cheerful and hugged me back with one arm.

"It's no problem. A growing lady needs to eat. You barely have time for dinner and lunch with your impossible hours of work."

I laughed and nodded, "Yeah, yeah... You told me that how many times."

I've known Joe for four years, which is how long I've worked at the Coffee Shop for. I started when I was 13 years old; my dad is good friends with Jackie and managed to land me a job as a dishwasher. Joe was like an uncle to me, at first I was scared of him because he was so massive beside my smaller frame.

After a day of working with him, I've grown to like him a lot, he was funny by telling lame jokes that I couldn't help but laugh at. He was always looking out for me, making sure I have a good meal when needed. He has one child, a boy who was an absolute sweetheart, his name was Dylan. I babysat him whenever he needed a babysitter. It was just the two of them; Joe's wife had passed away while giving birth. Usually when I am not babysitting Dylan, Joe's mother does.

With a final wave goodbye, I left the building from the kitchen exit. I passed the dumpsters, which made me hold my breath. Only breathing out once I saw my red car sitting outside in the parking lot. It was a '93 Chevrolet Cavalier; thankfully it was still in good condition. For my birthday last year, my dad had bought me a new deck and an iPod cord. He knew that I didn't have an iPod yet, and also knew that I was planning to buy one on my own.

Once my car was unlocked I threw my school things on the passenger seat followed by the brown paper bag. I started my car and sat for a while as I searched the black CD holder on my visor through multiple burnt disks. Not being able to pick one I frowned and closed my eyes to randomly plucked one out. I slid it into the player and waited to see what song would play. A small grin slowly crept onto my face as I heard the familiar guitar and drums playing, opening my mouth I started to sing softly along with Teenage Dirtbag.

Bobbing my head slightly to the music, I put the car in gear and left the parking lot. As I continued to drive, I noticed that today was actually a sunny day, although… there was a couple of clouds were here and there, but it wasn't enough to make everything look dull. Thank God.

It was still light out, and since school started a month ago daylight savings was still making the day longer. Hmm…might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

I sighed as I left Forks and drove toward the direction of La Push. I did not live in the small town like most of the people, though I still lived pretty close, five minutes out of Forks and ten minutes away from La Push. Mainly because my parents loved privacy, and my dad was a teacher in the reserve, while as my mom was a nurse at Forks Hospital. So it works out for the both of them.

Our house had four bedrooms, but it wasn't just the three of us that lived there (I was an only child). My grandmother, Lida- or as I call her Mama Li, has been living with us for 12 years. She wasn't the type that needed or wanted help. But when my grandfather passed, my mom didn't want her to live on her own. So she moved in with us, I was five years old at the time.

Mama Li loved to help others, she did anything for anybody. She's been by my side for so long, that I didn't know what I would do if I ever lost her. She felt the same way about me for I was her only granddaughter… she only had two kids- my mom, and my uncle- whom only managed to have sons, three of them.

I don't remember living anywhere else but in Washington, but my family was originally from Zamora, Mexico. Though, my great-grandparents had moved our family to the states a century ago, or something. So I was Spanish, but only half, since my dad was Caucasian. And because he was, my mom would speak English frequently, it was only when she got mad she would start spitting in another language.

I would have grown up without speaking Spanish fluently. It was Mama Li who spoke to me in Spanish, always. So whenever I can, I speak it.

Since I was lost in my thoughts, I had managed to pass the private road to my house. I sighed loudly, and shook my head, thinking about turning around but one look at the sun just setting made me change my mind. So I decided to head to La Push beach, I remember spotting a cliff a few weeks ago, I figured that it would be a good place to relax and eat.

Watching the road with one hand on the wheel I dug through my bag to find my phone, I sent a text to my mom and told her that I was done with work and was going down to La Push for a drive. She replied telling me to be careful, and not to be back late for I have school in the morning.

When I got to First Beach, I parked and got out after I grabbed my phone and the paper bag. I pursed my lips as I walked out onto the sand, noticing that I was the only one there. With a shrug I looked up at the cliff and made my way through the trees finding a little path.

After a couple of steps I froze, I've heard about a couple of bear attacks that happened a few weeks ago. I wasn't sure if I should continue with my plan, but usually stuff that extreme never happens to me, so I put the thought of getting attacked, aside.

On my journey to the cliff I had seen a deer and a fox from a distance and a few rabbits up-close. Seeing the rabbits I instantly wished I had a couple of carrots, or celery to feed them. I loved animals, even bears- but they are unpredictable animals. Since I had food with me, I hoped that a bear or any other big animals that were hungry wouldn't catch the scent of it- that could end badly.

Now normally I wouldn't have come to the cliff of La Push beach at this time of day, but I figured since it was still light out that it would be alright if I sat and ate whatever Joe made for me.

In the act of carefully stepping over a recently fallen tree, I froze, my legs straddling the log as a howl echoed. It didn't sound close, but it did not sound far away either. With a shake of my head I continued, if I heard more howls I would probably leave, but honestly… I would love to see a wolf. I just hope that he had something to eat, like a rabbit.

Once I finally made it onto the cliff, I grinned. All thoughts and regrets washed away as I looked out over the cliff, my grin widened at the sight of the water. I gazed up at the sky and guessed that it was around nine o'clock. I turned away from the sky and spotted another log, but this one was half covered in moss. Thinking that it would be a good chair I made my way towards it and plopped down.

Hearing another howl I stopped fumbling with the paper bag and looked around wondering where the wolf was; probably more east? With a shrug I opened the medium sized brown paper bag and pulled out a Styrofoam take out box.

A smile came across my face as the thought of the blond chef, popped into my head, Joe's head bobbing to the beat of the radio, and flipping the hamburger patties. I peeked inside the paper bag and spotted another take out box with a roll of my eyes. Touching the larger box I knew it's still warm, good enough to devour. I dropped the bag by my feet, the small Styrofoam box still inside.

Humming a small tune I looked at the ocean, which was bluish green, not a dark blue yet due to the sky. I let out a sigh as looking down at my food only for my jaw to drop and groan. Of course, only Joe would make the biggest cheeseburger for me. It was decked out with everything, I grinned- who cares if it was big? He put everything on it, and it was just the way I like it. In the box, beside the burger were French fries with three packets of Ketchup.

Picking up the burger, I was just about to take a bite when the trees to my right rustled. Raising an eyebrow I stared at the trees. Pressing my lips together I examined my left where the edge of the cliff was, then back to the trees. OK, now I know my escape- I halted at my thought as soon as I heard a deep grumbling growl.

I was sure that my heart had stopped beating, but then it started thumping loudly. I gulped as I thought sheepishly, so much for not smelling the food. I managed to get slowly onto my feet, the pit of my stomach clenching as I thought of the many possible things that could jump out at me. A bear…? Or could be the howling wolf? Maybe a tiger…? I mentally slapped myself, there aren't any tigers here.

I heard another rumbling growl, wishing that it was thunder. But a quick glance to the skies; I knew it wasn't- which caused me to stop breathing once again. I swallowed sharply, my feet moving back and away from the trees to the left where the cliff was.

My hands were still full of the take out box and my burger I didn't get to take a bite of. Now I'm either going to get eaten alive or fall onto sharp rocks at the bottom of the cliff. I mentally rolled my eyes, great… either way I die.

Fantástico.

Just then, I heard another growl, this time it was low. I peered towards the shadow of the trees, squinting to see what was growling at me. Gasping, I witnessed as among two large spruce trees came out a towering dark gray wolf.

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