Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OCs used.
A/N: Sorry about the long abandonment. I just suddenly had inspiration and started writing again. Enjoy!
Chapter 5 – Alaska (Bella's POV)
I must have fallen asleep halfway through the flight because next thing I knew, a stewardess was lightly shaking my shoulder. Once I was relatively conscious, I looked out my window.
Snow.
It was everywhere and covered everything. This must be Alaska, "The Final Frontier" as it was called. I gulped. It was my "Final Lifeline".
I ended up in a vintage, vinyl diner just outside of Anchorage and with a view of where the Gompertz Channel meets the Knik Arm. Yeah, find a werewolf in a state that's over 1 billion acres. Sure, I'll just find me a werewolf phone book. Mmmm-hmmm. Yep. Definitely not a well thought out plan. But maybe my recently increasing draw for the supernatural, they would come to me. After that sarcastic thought crossed my mind, speak of the devil and he shall appear. In this case the devil is Carl. One of the werewolves that Krista had spoken of more frequently. He was the "beta" apparently. Second in command. At the moment I was staring out the corners of my eyes. So I turned, as if to check the clock over the door, and looked quickly over the boy. It was Carl all right. Exactly as Krista had described him. Tall and lanky in build, dirty blond hair that looked light brown, pale blue eyes. And the shape of his eyes were not necessarily American looking. They had a hint of Inuit influence. Right on the mark.
Krista had said that any (though commonly male) descendant of an Inuit, no matter how far back in their lineage, had the option to become a werewolf. Some didn't know about it or didn't embrace it, therefore the gene was lost. But those who got close enough to a vampire (such as the Denali Coven) or knew of and/or embraced the gene, activated it. So therefore, I was sure this guy was the Carl that Krista had spoken of.
"Can I...help you with something?" He asked and I realized I'd been staring and now he was at the counter I was sitting at, wiping it down. He chuckled at the way I scrambled for what I should say. "I know this sounds odd, but would your name by chance be Carl?" I stammered. He nodded. "And do you remember anyone named Krista?" I asked. At her name his face froze. "Krista." He exhaled, stunned. "I take that as a yes." I mumbled. Then he was grabbing my shoulders. "You've seen Krista?!" he demanded. I nodded timidly. "And if you know my name and Krista, then you know about what we are." he said, not so much a question as a statement of fact. I nodded again. "I need to tell Josh, and you're coming with me." He said, taking my wrist and running outside. Once I heard him say Josh, I trusted him. I trusted Carl.
Soon we were at a small house. Carl pulled me right inside, closing the door behind us. All around the room were boys and men that were similar to Carl in build. Then I recognized Josh from what Krista had told me. Carl didn't stop though, he pulled me down onto an empty seat of the couch. "She's seen Krista." he said simply. Suddenly who I'd presumed as Josh was kneeling in front of me. His expression was pained as he said, "Please, tell me, where is she?"