A/N: It's been a little longer than when I usually update, life's been getting in the way buutttt this chapter is my longest so far. I'm going to start on making them even longer. ^^

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A week had passed since I first met Sam. He called the next day, bright and fucking early in the morning. I mean, come on man. After I had gotten past my morning grogginess and realized that he had called to meet up and talk, well….I was more than excited.

I still couldn't believe that things had gone so well. I had come to Washington expecting the worse. I've learned that if you expect the worse from people and that's exactly what you get, it's hard to be disappointed. Everyone is your enemy until proven innocent.

But I've never knew how it feels when you're not let down. Yeah, I know that I've only had a brother for a week and at any given point that could change, but for once I just wanted to live in this feeling of happiness.

I sounded like a lifetime movie.

Anyways, Sam invited me over for dinner tonight although I had a feeling Emily had a great deal to do with it. He said that the whole gang was going to be there, I wonder if that meant all the other little wolfy boys. For the first time in a long time, I was nervous genuinely nervous. I told Sam on how Joe and I had lived out on the streets until one day he never came back. I waited two weeks for him before I went to the nearest shelter. Joe had always been against them, saying how they looked down on our "kind". At nine years old, I knew "our kind" wasn't the right kind. I was hungry, cold, and dirty and wanted nothing more than a bed to sleep in.

The shelter I went to was nice. They let me spend the night; I got to shower, eat, and spend the night. The next day they had called the department of social services who put me in an orphanage and from then on I bounced around from foster home to foster home. By the time I was fifteen I was so sick of going from home to home, I emancipated myself and from that point on I've been on my own, even if it feels like it's been that way my whole life.

He had told me about himself, growing up on the reservation, and how Joe's name was actually what caused him to shift for his first time. He didn't really go into a lot of details about everything, but neither did I.

Sam had asked me about my mom and I told him how she died when I was born. I could tell he wanted to ask about Joe, but I'm glad he didn't. All I had were my memories of him and I didn't want those. I'm sure he wanted to know if he was still alive but I didn't have an answer for that. There were a few times growing up when I thought about him, but I figured no matter what the answer was, I'd still be disappointed.

I hooked my iPod to the hotel's laptop, no need to waste my battery, and blasted it. I had it on my favorites play list which had everything from grunge to pop to country. I liked almost every kind of music.

Alice in Chains' We Die Young blared out and I practically threw my clothes from my suitcase onto the bed. Before I head down to Sam's I was going to check out a few apartments in Forks and the reservation. I had saved up enough money to stay in a hotel for about two months with enough money left over to make a down payment on an apartment but I wanted to move into my own place as soon as possible.

I packed everything with me when I came here; I knew that even if Sam rejected me I was going to live in Washington, whether it be in Forks or Seattle or if I even just stayed in Port Angeles. I wanted to live on the reservation, for some reason there was something inside of me pulling me there. I wanted to find out more of my history, of where I came from. I needed something to prove that I really did have part of me somewhere.

I pulled on a pair of black leggings and layered it with a white shirt dress that hung off one shoulder. I liked fashion, but I loved easy even more. After getting dressed I quickly did my makeup and straightened my hair. I had naturally curly hair but it bugged the shit out of me. When I had short hair it would poof out and now that my hair is longer, just past my collar bone, it wasn't so bad but I still had the mindset of when it was short.

I finished with a pair of flip flops; I know…I was high end.

I glanced at my watch, I had to be at an apartment on the reservation at two thirty, another apartment in forks at three thirty, and Sam said I could show up any time after four; which meant I wouldn't head over there until it was almost five. Again with the anxiety about seeming to eager.

I grabbed my keys and left the hotel room taking the stairs down. I wasn't one of those health people who only took the stairs to do "the right thing". To be honest, I always took the elevator but right now it was broken and as lazy as I am, I would not be taking the escalator. Those things had my death written all over it.

I smiled at the door man on my way out, he was pretty cute. Usually I would stay and flirt with him for at least five minutes, no shame in that, but I was already behind my schedule a bit.

It wasn't long before I got to the apartment on the rez. I liked to drive fast but I was responsible with my speed…if there were such a thing. I actually got there fifteen minutes early, a result of me over planning. But since the last person who was supposed to see the apartment bailed, I got in early. Yay.

Turned out the "apartment" was a two bedroom cottage that this couple was renting out. They were moving out to New Hampshire for a job opportunity and didn't want the cottage to go unused. There were two giant bathrooms and I'm pretty sure the living room was twice as big as the room I had back at the hotel, which was pretty big. It came fully furnished so which meant no furniture shopping on my end. All the walls were painted neutral colors and the furniture matched but there were random bouts of bright colors everywhere with cushions, and art pieces. It was just my style.

I didn't even look at the apartment in Forks.

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Since I had signed away my life for the next year, I decided I was in desperate need of a coffee. My days did not function unless I had at least one cup of coffee. Some people were addicted to cigarettes, others to drugs, I just needed coffee.

I drove through Forks just to pass the building where the other apartment was. It made no sense since I had already signed on the cottage but I needed to know what my gorgeous new place was up against.

The building I passed was run down; it actually looked like it was a month away from being condemned. Huh, guess I made the right choice. I kept driving until I found the little café set on the main street. Yes, I had googled coffee shops in La Push and Forks before I made my trip out here today.

Hey, an addict needed a supplier.

I parked the car and almost ran into the shop. I was so excited about the apartment, so nervous about the dinner I needed something in my system. I walked up to the counter and waited for the guy who was supposed to be taking orders to look up from his book.

He was reading Pride and Prejudice. Interesting, probably a summer reading project. He didn't look like the kind of guy to be reading Jane Austen. I felt he'd be happier reading that resembled a Play Boy magazine.

Whoever this guy was, everything about him was perfectly organized. His dark brown hair was spiked almost perfectly, like he had spent some serious time making sure it was exactly how he wanted. His clothes were ironed and fell just right, not a single wrinkle.

After what seemed like was two hours but was probably two minutes I drummed my fingers on the counter. I hated interrupting people and always got awkward but this was a different case.

He seemed to jump off the stool, and I watched as the book fell to the ground. I inwardly cringed, I loved that book.

He followed my eyes and just shrugged. "Sorry, I thought you were my boss and he made it pretty clear that if I wasn't on top of the job one more time he would fire me."

I smirked. "Then why are you reading?"

He blushed lightly, "Summer reading project for one of my college classes."

Cha-ching. I was getting good at this. I smiled at him innocently. "Do you guys have iced coffee?"

He nodded at me while looking me up and down. "I'm Oliver." He leaned against the counter and stared into my eyes.

I quickly looked away and got goose bumps all up my arms. I was uncomfortable with closeness and looking someone in the eyes was just too personal for me. I looked back at him focusing on his eyebrows, or eyebrow should I say. That was mean, but I already didn't like this kid, something about his vibe. He seemed nice enough but he had an agenda.

"Oliver," I smiled at him. I had no reason to smile but I really wanted my coffee. "Can I have an iced mocha, regular sugar no cream?"

He raised his eyebrow at me, "No cream?"

"Mhmm," I replied nodding.

"So you want it black?"

I hated when people asked me about my order as if I wasn't sure if that's what I wanted. Stupid perfect, hidden agenda, boy. I just nodded again at him.

I just watched as he went to the back bar to make it. He didn't seem happy, maybe because I wasn't feeding into him or he just really didn't like his job. Anyways, it took forever for him to actually make the coffee, let alone ring me up for it.

"That's two dollars, unless that is if you go on a date with me this Friday I'll give it to you for free."

It took every fiber of my being not to roll my eyes at him. I slid my two dollar bills across the counter to him picking up my coffee with the other hand. I almost choked on it when someone walked up behind Oliver who clearly did not look happy. It was then that I saw the little flash of gold on his apron that had manager printed across it.

Oliver saw my face and turned, his turning whiter than I thought possible. Maybe he really did need this job if he was that nervous about being fired. People were interesting.

"Oliver, we need to talk after your shift. I'll take over from here." Mr. Manager guy's voice was calm, like he knew he would be saying those exact words today. Oh well.

I watched Oliver look down at the floor and walk away from the counter and out to a back room.

I turned my focus and flashed a smile, "So I was wondering if you guys were hiring?"

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Today was just perfect. I got my own apartment/cottage thingy and a job. I had filled out my application there and the manager had my stay there for an interview. Oliver's face was priceless when I walked in the back room.

Sucker.

My nerves about going to Sam's for dinner were barely present. I was floating on a high and like I told myself earlier, I'm going to go along with this feeling.

I pulled up to Sam and Emily's place. I turned off the engine and just sat there for a minute breathing deeply. Those nerves I wasn't feeling before were back now. I was going to meet the rest of the pack. I didn't even know what to say. Hi, I'm Jay; Sam's long lost baby sister?

But before I could step out of the car the front door burst open and two extremely tall and extremely built guys were pulling out someone out of the house. Whoever it was was shaking uncontrollably; he was going to shift.

I froze in my seat, my breath hitching in my chest. I knew about shifting, knew how it happened but I have never actually seen it. I knew what that guy was feeling with the shaking. Sometimes I shook like that when I got real angry, but I've always associated it with the other weird abilities I have. My eyes were glued as the three men trudged to the edge of the woods. The shaking man finally shifted when the other two backed away.

It was beautiful.

The wolf was a deep red brown; his fur was thick and shiny. The wolf itself was huge, almost as big as a horse. To see something that insane and unrealistic was astounding. But what was even crazier was I swear the wolf looked at me, straight into my eyes and I didn't look away like I did with Oliver. This was different, I wanted it.

Before I could even process the thoughts in my head the wolf turned away and howled, running off into the woods. I was pretty sure whatever I felt when he looked at me I made up inside my head.

Wouldn't be the first time.

The other two men just looked after him for a short second before they turned to me. One smiled hugely at me and sauntered over to my car.

Oh god, they're coming and I have no idea what to say. What just happened? What the fuck! My head was spinning so fast and watching this guy walk over to my car was not helping.

He opened my car door, I wanted to be pissed. Who said he could open my door? But the smile he flashed when he leaned down and looked at me was stunning.

"Hey, I'm Seth. And you must be the famous sister Jaelyn."

A/N: I had a long a/n at the beginning so I'll try and keep this kinda short. :D Jacob's coming into the story, slowly but surely. Reviews? Pleaseee? I have no shame in begging. ;)