I pranced out of the house around noon when my highly tuned ears picked up the purr of a familiar engine. I had thrown on a pair of sweatpants over my underwear and stood patiently on the porch, my lip pulled back over my teeth at the hot beams of the sun on my skin.

While the rather impressive daylight on my figure protected me from the burn it still wasn't very comfortable, I just took comfort in the fact that in La Push Washington sunny days like these were few and far in between.

My snarl turned into a grin when my beautiful 67 impala pulled into my brick drive way. The driver of the car climbed out gracefully, a stylish scarf around his neck and a pair of dark glasses covered his eyes, he took a deep breathe inhaling the clean air.

He stood proud at an impressive six foot two, his muscles prominent through his thin cotton shirt. His chocolate brown hair was pushed back out of his face, only a few wild strands falling down over his eyebrow, his skin was tan and clear of blemish, his jaw chiseled. He grinned at me reveling perfect white teeth.

He tossed me the keys pushing his sunglasses onto of his head showing off a pair of gorgeous striking blue eyes.

I flounced down the porch steps plastering myself to his side with a purr, "Hello Jamie, my darling."

"Mmm." He hummed pressing a kiss to the side of my head, "Hello gorgeous, tell me what trouble have you gotten yourself in without me?"

I sighed slipping out from under his arm, I turned running a hand lovingly down the side of my car, "On the contrary mate, I've been invited to a bonfire." My grin was something wolfish, amusement dancing behind my blue eyes.

He moaned pitching the bridge of his nose, "Uh Huh and what's the catch?"

I hummed leaning into his stomach running my hands up his chest "They're shape shifters." I purred my hands sliding around the necklace hanging in the center of his collar bones my eyes glaring at it in distaste.

He of course noticed, swallowing thickly eyeing my darkening look with caution. I shook it off smiling up at him hellishly, "Tall, dark , delicious shape shifters."

He moaned tossing his head back with a laugh. "Can I have one?"

"I get first pick."

….

I pulled into first beach with a smile, I had dressed down in a faded taupe v-neck with the sleeves pushed up to my elbows, it was tucked into a pair of frayed dark wash shorts, and finished off with a pair of vintage cowboy boots.

I climbed out of the car, Jamie doing the same behind me. I pushed a piece of strawberry blonde hair behind my ear, the large blue stone on my right hand catching the last remaining light of the evening.

I walked tall and proud toward the large group of Quileute's gathered on the beach, my form radiating power, Jamie a looming figure close behind me.

Sam met me first, his body a visible barrier between me and the rest of his pack, he glared at Jamie, "He goes." He boomed crossing his arms over his large chest.

I narrow my eyes at him my lip pulled back in what would have been a nasty snarl if Jamie hadn't nudged me in the back, I shifted forward on my heels nose to nose to Sam, "He's my sire, he stays."

I pushed past him easily knowing that, while Jamie had broken the sire bond a long time ago and the necklace he worn around his neck held vervain, he was easily my best friend and I didn't intend to enter a pack of shape shifters without him.

I might not need the backup but it's still nice to have some.

I hear the squeal of a little girl and not two seconds later a small warm body collides with my legs.

"Clair!"

I glance down at whom I assume to be Clair, a young native girl peers up at me with impossibly large brown eyes, her long dark hair is braided hazardously, and her smile is missing a tooth.

"Clair"

I turn my amused eyes to the owner of the panicked voice, by now we're drawing a little bit of a crowd. "Oh Quil, hello darling." I smirk with a waggle of my fingers.

He gives me a barely there nod "Arabelle." He greets with some difficulty.

His heart stutters as I turn my gaze toward the little girl giggling against my legs, and I can feel the eyes of Sam burn a hole into my back as I crouch down in front of her.

"And I assume you would be miss Clair then?" She giggles again nodding her head at me, I smile at her. "Well Clair, you're a pretty little duck aren't you?"

She blushes pink, shrugging shyly, I wink at her holding my hand out for her to take. "I'm Arabelle, it's an old name and I image a little difficult to say, so you can just call me Belle if you like."

She seems to study me for a minute before smiling her approval and thrusting her arms up toward me, I can feel everyone shift forward to take her but before they can, I swing her up onto my hip standing back up straight as I did so.

Quil breathes an obvious breath of relief and I glare at him appalled at the insinuation "She's a child."

He looks taken back by my obvious distain, "I'm five." Clair corrects obvious scandalized my use of the term child.

I fake a gasp turning my head to look at her face, "Are you now? I'm terribly sorry darling I had no idea."

She giggles at me, and I bounce her in my arm, "Five you say? That's how many brothers I have."

Her eyes widen in amazement and I can see the pack stand at attention at the little titbit of information I just reveled from the corner of my eye.

"Really?"

"Yes and two sisters."

"Those Mikaelson boys though." Jamie said from beside me sounding a little breathy, I raised an eyebrow at him and he let out a whistle.

The wolf I had come to know as Jared gave him a weird look as he fanned himself with his hand, "I mean Kol is just-"

"A trouble making child, you would do best to stay away from." I snap with a glare.

He shrinks under my glare no doubt seeing my twin brother in the facial expression.

I feel a small tap on my shoulder and turn my blue eyes back to the little girl in my arms, "S'more."

I chuckle, "You want a s'more?"

She nods her head excitedly more strains of hair falling out of her braid as she did so, "You can have one!" She said happily.

"No Clair she doesn't eat S'mores." Jacob sneered from where he stood in between Quil and Jared. I smirk at him.

"On the contrary Lockwood I love S'mores."

Jamie's mouth popped open "oh my god" he gasped nodding his head at me while he pointed at Jacob, "I can totally see that."

"who is Lockwood?!"

….

By the time the sun went down most of the people had cleared the beach except for who I was introduced to as the tribes elders and the pack.

I had bargained them into telling me their legends first before I tell them the tragic story of my life that had become a legend itself.

"We told you our stories, now we want to hear yours" Sam's voice boomed while the pack watched me with cautious eyes and the Elders glared at Jamie and I.

"But your whole pack isn't here yet." I state tilting my head at him.

He crossed his arms over his chest looking very put out by my statement. "And what makes you think that?"

"You're uneasy. You keep glancing back at the woods, and since I can only assume you wouldn't send out a pack member alone you're waiting on two of them."

Seth shook his head in awe, "How do you know that?"

I smile at him, "You might not be actual werewolves but you are stills wolves, little wolf "

I smirked when I heard foot steps approaching from behind me raising a brow at Sam I clasped my hands together standing up, "So the gangs all here then?" I drawled spinning around on my heel.

My muted blue eyes met angry brown ones, I felt magic surge through the air around me and my heart made a slightly alarming palpitation.

The stranger with the eyes staggered back from me, his pack mate raising his arm in an aborted attempt to steady him. We spoke at the same time.

"Who the hell are you?"