Hi guys. It's me. Here's the first chapter for A Wolf's Ghost. I would have posted it sooner, but I was being a perfectionist about the phrasing of the end of this chapter. Sue me.

Thanks to Little Lorikeet, CoracleSpleens, Cassie-D 101, AmberRose14, and kriscrable for reviewing.

So on to the first chapter:

"So explain it to me again. How is it we aim for Boise, Idaho, and end up in Forks, Washington?" I ask, incredulous.

"You're father didn't want to wake us up to ask for directions. It's my fault for letting him drive; he's never driven up there before. I just figured that if he didn't know where to go, he'd wake me up instead of just trying to get there on his own." Mom explained.

"Of course he did. What is it with people and not just asking for directions? Honestly…So, what are we still doing here?" I asked, annoyed.

"We need to get some things before setting out again. Like a map, some food, and other things. Why don't you look around the town while we finish things here? Get some souvenirs or something. We're actually on a reservation right now, so you might see something interesting." Mom suggested, no doubt wanting to get me out of her hair. I sighed and walked away.

What was there to do in this tiny place? Nothing. Still, it was beautiful. So green and vibrant. Even back home where most things are green, nothing is ever this green. But beauty doesn't kill boredom. I was beginning to think that there was nothing interesting going to happen in this sleepy little town.

As I thought that, I saw this guy cross the street over to my side and, after looking side to side for a moment, entered the forest several yards in front of me. Scratch that. Things might just get interesting. He looked like he didn't want to be followed, meaning he had something to hide. Something to hide equals something interesting. Hmm…But following a strange boy into a forest alone could be dangerous…But adventure and not being bored…Hmm…

So curiosity won over self preservation and I snuck over to where the boy had disappeared. I crept up to the tree line and followed the boy a short ways into the forest. Then he stepped through some foliage where I couldn't see him, and after a moment I moved the foliage out of the way. And that's when I saw them.

The now top naked boy was standing next to something huge. At first I thought that it was a bear, but after a moment I realized that it was a wolf. I thought my muted intake of breath was quiet, but both the boy and the wolf turned to look at me.

I looked back and forth between the wolf and the boy's face, looking both in the eyes, frightened. Then I turned and bolted back towards the road. I heard the sound of something pursuing me, and I sped up even more. As I broke the tree line, I saw a house across the street. I would go there, ask for help. But right as I got to the edge of the cement, they passed me. I tried to stop as they moved in front of me, but I still ended up running into them. Warm arms wrapped around me and pulled me back up and against their chest as I started to fall from the impact. I looked up from their bare chest to find myself looking at the worried face of the boy.

And for a moment, staring into his dark eyes, I felt safe. The way he looked at me, was like I was the most important person in the world. The most beautiful, special, amazing person who ever lived. The way his big strong arms were wrapped around me and held me made it seem like everything was going to be alright, because he was there. That nothing, not even the giant wolf, could hurt me, because he wouldn't let it.

The giant wolf. As I remembered it, I pushed away from the boy, taking a step back and closer to the forest. Who knows what was going on here; I couldn't be close to him. When I pushed away, his expression was instantly filled with hurt and rejection. It quickly changed to understanding and sadness, and he took a step away from me and further on the road, probably trying to give me some space.

The moment I saw that my pushing away had hurt him, I was filled with the urge to rush back into his arms and comfort him.

…Oh no…Please don't let me be falling for wolf boy. I resisted the urge and stood still. I eyed the guy warily, worried what he was going to do. And while I looked at him, I couldn't help but notice how handsome and muscular the guy was.

"What do you want?" I asked quietly. He had chased me over here, he must have wanted something. It was a moment before he said anything.

"I want to talk. About what you saw back there."

"I…see." I said slowly, considering what explanation he could possibly have. As we stood there, I heard a car coming. Closer and closer, on this side of the road. It soon entered my peripheral vision, and it would be right where the boy was standing in a matter of moments. But the boy didn't seem to notice it; he just kept looking at me.

In a moment of pure instinct, I reached out and grabbed the boy's arm, pulling him off the road and towards me; the car passed harmlessly behind him and turned the corner before disappearing out of sight. But I pulled too hard, and the boy stumbled into me. He steadied himself quickly, and looked down at me, surprised.

And then his face changed to that of pure joy, and my heart stuttered at his amazing smile. He quickly embraced me, hugging me tightly. Before I could protest, he leaned back a bit to smile at me again, and I was once more lost in his eyes. My body relaxed against his, and a shy smile formed on my lips. And before I knew it, my imagination had gone into overdrive, creating images of me and him: holding hands, laughing together, being on dates with ever-changing backgrounds of where we were, kissing. Yes, I had a very PG13 imagination. My heart started racing as my imagination got further and further out of hand.

Oh yes. I had indeed fallen for wolf boy. It was both frightening and wonderful at the same time. As a part of me swooned over this guy, the more logical part tried to get me away from this stranger.

"Uhh….umm..the..the car…" I blushed furiously at my stuttering and mumblings. Damn it. Why is it that as soon as I try talking to a guy I like, I switch from being my usual confident self to being a mumbling, stuttering idiot?! It's just not right!

"Car?" Wolf boy asked, confused. I mentally cursed myself again, and my inner feminist took over. I am a strong confident woman, god dammit, and I need to act like one! I immediately broke eye contact with him and looked to my left, knowing that if I kept looking him in the eyes I'd melt again.

I took a deep breath and started over. "Yeah. I was just pulling you out of the way of that car. You know, the one that almost hit you?" I said, my voice filled with attitude.

Okay then. Skipping right over confident and straight to bitch. Cause that's exactly how you get a guy to like you…Damn it.

Looking back at wolf boy's face, I could see the hurt and rejection again, and I regret what I said instantly, even if it was the truth. But even though my heart said comfort him, my head knew it was safer to stay away for now. He slowly let go of me, and my skin tingled where he touched me as his hands slid off of me. Once he had completely let go of me, I slowly and very reluctantly took a step away from him while keeping right on the edge of the road. Safety first, unfortunately. But I also had to make sure I didn't go any closer to the now scary forest.

"S-sorry." Wolf boy mumbled. I was about to respond, when I had this sudden feeling of being watched, could practically feel the eyes boring into my head. Whipping my head to the right, I looked in the forest, trying to see who it was. And there, hiding badly among the bushes, was the giant wolf. I screamed as I stumbled back a few steps. Then, like before, I took off, running towards the house again. And also like before, wolf boy ran after me, catching up quickly. He quickly grabbed me and turned me towards him, pulling me to his chest and wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace; effectively stopping me. I struggled, trying to escape his grasp, but he just hugged me to him tighter.

"Shh. It's okay. I promise, it's okay. He's not going to hurt you. I promise. Shh. It's okay." He kept repeating that over and over like a mantra while stroking my head in a way that was meant to be soothing. But that only scared me more.

"Stop! Let go of me! Let me go!" I shrieked at him. I pushed as hard as I could to get away from him, but I couldn't get him to move. So when he suddenly released me, I nearly fell backwards. His hand reached out to help steady me but I swatted it away. This time there was no hesitation to take those steps back from him. He made no move to stop me, and I focused on trying to breathe normally. Calm down, calm down. I need to be calm to make the right decisions in order to get out of this situation and out of this damned town.

My eyes flashed to the house, and upon seeing nobody there, I figure there was no one there. I mean, if someone was there they would surely come to see what all my screaming and shrieking was about. So the only option is to try to get back to the car.

"Alright. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to turn around and I'm going to leave now. Goodbye." With that, I turned on my heels and, while keeping my eyes locked on the wolf who was still just sitting there, started walking quickly away from the boy and back towards my family.

"Wait!" Wolf boy cried, and I froze. "Please wait! I can explain everything." The boy pleaded. I slowly turned to face him, and he started his explanation.

But suddenly, I couldn't hear him. Because right behind the guy, a large van rushed around the corner and was suddenly less than a foot behind him and away from me. The adrenaline started pumping, so everything started moving in slow motion. Because of that, everything in the next few seconds was clear to me. First, my whole body tensed in preparation for the impact. Then, the boy pushed me to the ground in attempt to avoid being hit by the truck; there was no time to move out of the way. He moved at speeds most people couldn't achieve. But not fast enough, for the front of the van hit the back of his head as I hit the ground. Then, as my head hit the cement, something happened that neither I nor the boy could have predicted. My head bounced up. As I flew up, the van was still above us, so my forehead hit the bottom of it. After it hit, my vision started to fade and the world went dark. But before I faded into black, I felt my head slam back into the cement.

~o~

"Doctor Cullen, she has several severe head injuries. The boy said she hit her head three times; twice on the cement and once on the van. It's currently unknown if she sustained any other injuries." A female voice said above me. Doctor? Was I at a hospital? Why…?

"Well then, prep the CT scanner and we'll get a handle on the bleeding and start the stitches." I heard a male voice say, and then the sound of some clacking moving away. "Poor thing; probably didn't even see it coming. Why does it always happen to the young people?" Then I remembered. The van that almost hit me and the boy. I hit my head pretty hard. But I hardly hurt. I opened my eyes to see a handsome doctor leaning over me. He had golden eyes, fair hair, and pale skin.

"Doctor? Will I be okay?" I asked, my voice quiet. But he continued on as if he hadn't heard me. He wiped at my head with some white cloth that slowly turned red as he wiped, though I couldn't feel it very well. Perhaps they had numbed me.

"Get some anesthesia. We don't want to chance her feeling any of this." Doctor Cullen ordered. Or not. Okay, can't feel things that well. Bad sign. Probably some side effect of a head trauma.

"Doctor, the suture is ready." Then he was handed a needle and some odd looking thread.

"Okay, hold up. Can I be numbed first? And maybe not be moving?! Please?!" I asked, my voice loud and shooting up several octaves, but the doctor ignored me again. He leaned over me, and for a moment I was afraid that he was going to give me the stitches while we were still moving. I wrenched my head to the side and accidentally rolled off the medical bed. I yelped as I fell and hit the cold ground. Looking up, I was surprised to see the doctor and nurses keep going without me.

"Oi! Hello! You kinda forgot something!" I yelled after them, but they kept going. Then I noticed that there was somebody still on the bed, though I couldn't see who.

Why was there somebody on my gurney? Was this hospital really so small that people had to share gurneys while being brought in? While peeved at being left behind, I got up and followed the group through the hospital. While I walked, I tried talking to people, but most people ignored me; in fact, they acted like they couldn't even see me. There were a few people who looked straight at me, giving me sympathetic looks, but I didn't have time to stop and talk to them; after all, they were also patients here, and I needed staff help.

After what seemed like an eternity, the group finally turned into a room and the doctor started giving stitches to whoever was on the bed. He was blocking my view of their face so I couldn't see who it was, not that I wanted to see a needle go through someone's skin. It didn't look like that boy from before; they were much too pale and short. Their physique also seemed too feminine. But who could it be? The driver of the van, perhaps? One of the nurses stuck an IV in the person's arm and set up a heart monitor. Their pulse was steady, so there was no danger of them dying.

I jumped as I realize that while I was focusing on this stranger, I wasn't getting treated. I probably had a concussion, or maybe something worse. I went up to the nearest nurse and started talking to them, but they just walked away. I tried again, and it seemed like they were listening to me, but then they left too. I got so frustrated that I grabbed one of the nurses' shoulders and turned them towards me. They looked at me wide eyed.

"Now listen here! I've been beyond patient with you guys ignoring me, bu—" I broke off as the nurse looked side to side, then back at her shoulder before shrugging and muttering something about not enough sleep. Then she walked off and away from me. I was dumbstruck. "What is going on with this place?! Seriously! I deserve to get my injuries treated." I looked back at the person on the bed, to see that they were gone. They must have gone to get that CT thingie, whatever it was. Now if only I could get some treatment!

After trying a few more times, I gave up and plopped in a chair in the room. I glared at everyone who entered my field of vision, grumbing under my breath.

"…god damn asses, not treating me…If I get worse, I could try to sue…then maybe they'd pay attention to their bleeding patient…how much longer do I have to wa—" I broke off as the bed with the other girl was wheeled back in the room, but I still couldn't see who it was. Following after the nurses, however, where my parents.

"Mom? Dad?" I called, slowly standing up. I had never been so happy to see them in my life. I quickly walked over to them. "I'm so glad you're he—" I began, but broke of when they walked right past me and stopped next to the bed that the stranger was on. "Mom? Dad?" I called quietly, nervous. They didn't respond.

A few moments later, Dr. Cullen walked into the room and greeted my parents, and they moved so they could look at him, moving just enough that I could see the person on the bed. I froze.

No…this is…not…possible…

"Mr. and Mrs. Brown, I have good news, and I have bad news. The good news is that your daughter's condition is stable, and she appears to have received only minor injuries." Dr. Cullen explained, and my parents let out a sigh of relief.

It can't be…

"What's the bad news then?" Dad asked hesitantly, seeming to brace himself.

I stared at the girl in the bed, completely shocked at who I saw there.

"Hannah is in a coma."

Me.

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