Bella

With a quick intake of air, I bolted upright screaming with shock rather than pain, clawing at the darkness with instinctual worry. I was in a dark room but it took less than a second for my eyes to adjust and all the furniture, I could without trying see the bed I was on, notice the fine patenting in the duvet, I could see the bright red of a candle on the dresser, despite the pitch black darkness I could see the red!

Impossible it would seem but it was like the red blended in with the darkness. A scent hit me in the face and I screamed and shuffled backwards in the bed, before tasting the smell, cherry. The same candle. A whoosh echoed in my ears and I yelled out and threw myself off the bed, hitting the wooden floor with my hands up...the curtains were open and the air was breezing in. How could the breeze startle me, how could I hear it actually? Like it was right beside my ears.

I was burning. My skin was on fire, like I was constantly sunbathing and it got to the point where I stung! It hurt to move, to touch anything, it hurt to breathe. I felt like I could breathe longer, like I could take in more air. Like I hadn't breathed in a long time and was finally letting myself feel the relief it brought.

My hair was plastered to my face with sweat and I had dried tears in the corner of my eyes. I rubbed the sand away and slowly brought myself to my feet. I could see something, in the bulb above me, a tiny swirl of something. It was energy. I could see the energy waiting in the tiny strip of metal, ready to light the room.

"Hello?" I asked, the word burnt my throat, like my vocal cords were shocked they were being used. Strange. To hear my voice again. I waited and it didn't take long. The sound of footsteps, two pairs by the sound of it, grew closer. The door opened and the lit turned on. The light lit the room up, giving everything the extra glow it didn't really need. I felt as if I could see the energy in the bulb. The person stepped into the light and I saw him, Embry.

My brother looked exactly like I expected him too but there was something different about him too, a glow that I knew I had never seen before but was always there. His bronze skin shining, glowing. I was hit with a smell; it was the smell of my brother, a familiar smell but mixed with something else. Like sawdust and the grass and the dirt and happiness and all sorts of stuff pushed up my nose at once. The smell of a werewolf. Wild yet beautiful.

"Bella," he said, even his voice. Something about his voice pulled me to be with him, to hold my brother. So I let my body take over. I ran forward and practically strangled Embry with my embrace. He was warm like me; it stung to touch him, like an electric shock but it felt good then. To have his arms clutch me, to have him sigh out with relief that I was okay. I was the one to pull back, to go on.

"What...happened, Embry? What happened to me?" I asked. We both knew perfectly well that something had happened to me, I was not the same Bella I had been before. He looked puzzled like he didn't know quite how to respond. Luckily he didn't have to because the second pair of footsteps turned out to be Jacob. He came to an abrupt halt before he could crash into us and his eyes widened when he saw me.

"Bella." he gasped, pulling me into his arms. I clung to him tightly, enjoying the comfort my best friend gave me. It was nice to see him, be in his arms. I felt like I was out for weeks, months!

"Will one of you tell me what the hell happened, how did I get here?" They looked at each other, finally Jacob spoke.

"What do you remember?" he asked and then I had to think. I remembered, um. What did I remember?

"I remember the night of the bonfire, following Em into the woods, I remember finding the meeting and feeling hot and then...nothing." I said. I know there was something I was forgetting, something important but I didn't know what. Jacob took a step and led me back to the bed where we sat together. Even now I could sense things I hadn't before. All at once my mind took in the breeze, the smell of the room, the heat radiating off Jacob, Embry and even myself. How could I be this hot?

"You don't remember what Sam told you, right before you passed out?" he asked me. I let my memories rush back to me, but still I found a brick wall. I shook my head.

"I don't even remember passing out. One minute I was listening in on your all and then I woke up here,' I told him. Jake sighed, like he wished he didn't have to tell me it. He took my hand and then looked me straight in the eyes.

"Another vampire came to town—well we believe was already in town. Either slipped by without us noticing or was turned here. Anyway, this vampire came close to the reservation and, well, this vampire's trigger your gene, Bella we thought that you couldn't be one of us. We...we were wrong. Bella, you're one of us. A part of the pack. You're a werewolf."

It had been an hour since I was given the news and I still thought that I was dreaming. I had dreamt so many times about being told I was one of them, of becoming a werewolf, a shape-shifter, yet I always woke up. I couldn't wake up now, no matter how hard I tried. I sat in the Uley Kitchen with most of the pack sat around me, each of them silent. Silencing the wolves was something no one could do; this was big. Sam and Paul were out; they had been trying to locate this mystery vampire. I had first freaked out, denial, then shock at the truth. After coming to terms with it, I decided to shower and change.

I had apparently been asleep almost two complete days. They told me not because of the transformation but because of how tired my body was after the change. They told me that I phased, like into a real big wolf just like them but that was completely blocked from my memory. I had no memory of being a wolf. They told me I passed out instantly when I changed so I probably wouldn't. I wondered what I looked like as a wolf, they hadn't told me. I showered and then examined myself naked in the mirror. I didn't look different. I looked just like I did before. But there were slight differences.

What little muscles I had on my arms just seemed to curve more, they were more defined. I felt physically stronger, more powerful. I forced my hand into a fist, looking at my clenched knuckles, just wondering exactly how strong I was now. I brushed my tangle of dark wet hair to the side and looked into my eyes, my same dull brown eyes. I had expected myself to look different but no, here I was. Still boring Bella. On the outside at least.

I changed into denim shorts and a baggy grey shirt. I walked down the stairs and met them all in the kitchen. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Sam and Paul. The two stopped suddenly and stared at me with wild eyes. I blushed and looked down. I know, I wasn't the same Bella. I was pack Bella. From now on I'd be spending most of my time with them and everyone else. I'm one of them now. I looked up and first took in Sam. He looked in awe? He stared at me with his mouth hanging open a tad but he was smiling. Paul was looking the same but his smile was a tad cheekier, curved at one side and his eyes narrowed in on me.

"Hi," I mumbled. Sam was walking then, he took my hand in his and the move was so unexpected it made me jump but then all I felt was comfort. His big hands cupped one of mine like a protective cage. Paul walked over then and intruded on the moment, he took my other hand but pulled instead of stroked and then I was in his arms. He lifted me up with sheer force of the hug. We burnt together but I didn't feel pain. I felt like I could hug and crush him back. But then he dropped me, moved a strand of hair out my eyes and behind my ear.

"Welcome, sis," he smiled before hurrying into the fridge. Sam sighed and took my hand again, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it once.

"Yes, welcome, Bella, to the pack." I smiled and replied with a thank you so quiet I doubt he heard. There was something strange happening, the way both Sam and Paul looked at me, in a way that they'd not looked at me ever before. I guessed it was because I was their sister now, another addition to the pack, the family. But there was something there. Sam turned then away from me completely, as if he couldn't bear to look no longer and spoke to the pack as a whole.

"I informed the Council, they want to see Bella. Now."

A/N: Whoop! Ch 3 is up! I really think that FWH is an amazing author. I love most of his stories (the ones I don't like are due to pairing choices and fandoms).Other than that he really is spectacular at painting a picture! See ya'll soon with the next chapter!

I got so excited by how everyone was taking to Love of the Imprints. I know isn't FWH amazing at storytelling or what?! I was able to get a ch 10 written and I think I'll work on Ch 11 of LotI and Ch 4 of Live Again.

Den Mother is being a little difficult. I wrote myself into a bit of a quandary last chapter. Wish me luck in getting everything fixed for it.