Author's Note:

So I have literally no explanation for this other than a friend and I rewatched New Moon a few days ago…and then this was the result. I have no clue where I am going with it other than 2 pages of rambling notes.

This is also really not what I am supposed to be working on…but it just kinda poured out of me.

So some notes: This is pretty much AU after mid-New Moon, I'll probably twist some things around to better suit my story so no promises that the wolves are gonna be super canon. If that doesn't bother you, then here you go!

November 2005:

It all started with a strange itch and a scratchcard.

Or maybe it didn't, but that was the first time that Hannah Uley could remember having a feeling.

Not a feeling like a…emotion, not like joy or sadness…no, a feeling of foreboding.

Hannah knew how that sounded. And she wasn't completely off her rocker yet. She also wasn't a clairvoyant or had any type of visions of her future…(Unless you counted her annoying ancestors showing up in her dreams whenever it suited them.)

So…just a feeling of foreboding. Hannah Uley just knew stuff.

It popped into her head when it decided to be useful, full-blown thoughts…or sometimes it didn't and then it really just was a feeling…like knowing which scratchcard to pick.

Granted nobody knew that she knew stuff because that was not a discussion that she thought she could have without everybody on the Rez thinking that she had completely gone off her rocker… (And she also really didn't want to go to Old Quit Aetara with her problems and have him lecture her about tribe legends and then be called completely insane by that old guy.)

She just had that feeling sometimes. And…there wasn't really much she could do about it.

It didn't always happen…and she couldn't tell why it happened when it did. She just knew that sometimes the foreboding was a warning…and sometimes…it was telling her that she was on the right track.

That's what it had done the first time.

It had told her exactly which scratchcard to pick. Which scratchcard was the winning ticket…which scratchcard would bring her father 50.000 Dollars and would result in him leaving their family.

Another girl may have thought that that meant that her ability was a handicap but for Hannah…well, getting rid of Joshua Uley had meant that for the first time in her life…she was mostly safe.

She had been 6…Sammy had been 10. He was 4 years older than she was.

Granted her father walking out of his family…it had meant a lot of things.

Their mother didn't do well with it, and Sammy was the one that picked up the role of a father for her, regardless of how that was a terrible thing to put on a 10-year-old…but for the next 7 years…they had been mostly happy.

Hannah had her big brother. And that was all she had needed.

Their mother…well, she had always been difficult, that was nothing new.

But it was alright. She had Sammy. It was alright.

And then her brother had exploded into a pile of fur, teeth and claws.

And nothing was alright anymore.

All the legends were true.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

She had lost her brother, the one father figure she had, to her mother…not being able to handle…all of it. She had lost her mother as well, but that was…a slower thing. A slow descent into madness…

And then there was Hannah.

Knowing exactly what was going on…and having absolutely nobody to talk to about it. Because who would believe her? That was the reality of what she had been living for the last 2 years after all.

Nothing she could do. Not without sounding insane or…making her mother absolutely furious with her. And Hannah didn't want to make her furious.

And then there was a brother that was avoiding her…and…

"You are really far, far away today," Kim, her best friend commented as they slipped into their seats for history that day and Hannah just nodded.

Yeah…but that was because there was another feeling making itself a home in her chest.

Not a bad one…just that…this morning was going to change a lot…

"Just…there's a lot going on at home," she answered Kim with a smile. It wasn't a lie. Her mother was having another one of her…whatever one called it.

"Did…Did your brother talk to you?" Kim whispered under her breath, and Hannah just stared down at the table and shook her head. Kim didn't know the whole story…but she knew…enough. Enough to know that Sammy didn't talk to her, ignored her outright, did his best to stay as far removed away from her as he could…

And the worst part…Hannah could understand it.

She had known. She had known. She had tried to stop it but it hadn't worked and…she had just made it even worse.

"No," Hannah whispered back, quiet enough that nobody heard it. She could do without everybody listening to the newest Uley Family Drama…and especially since half of the people on the Rez thought her brother was head of a gang of gym-loving, steroids-taking, hall monitors.

She wished that was the case. That would be easier than actual werewolves.

Or Shapeshifters or whatever one wanted to call it.

The feeling in her chest shifted and then started warming up and she looked up as Jared Cameron entered the classroom.

The guy Kim had a crush on was the size of a semi-truck and stared at with heart eyes at every opportunity. If she wasn't doodling Kim Cameron in the margins of her notebook.

And then Hannah just knew what she needed to do.

"Hey, Embry, can I sit next to you? I have this question about the homework we got yesterday," she asked, twisting around towards Embry Call who was who Jared normally sat next to.

"What are you doing?" Kim hissed at her, but Hannah ignored her.

This was for her own good. Hannah knew that somehow.

"It doesn't bother you, right, Jared?" Hannah asked happily, not even waiting for his answer as she already grabbed her bag and threw it over to Embry, who caught it, staring at her wide-eyed.

"Are you seriously trying to set up your best friend with a member of Sam's little gang?" He hissed at her as she sat next to him.

""Shhh," she shushed him, watching as Jared sat down next to Kim who was pretty much blushing crimson by now. So nervous that she promptly knocked her pencil case to the floor.

Jared helped pick it up. Their hands touched.

No bloody rom-com could have done it better. The only thing that was lacking was the dramatic swelling of violins as Hannah watched Jared Cameron imprint on her best friend.

The burning in her chest receded.

"Aww," she cooed quietly. There was just to hope that it was not going to be a clusterfuck as the last one had been…there was to hope that this time, Hannah wasn't going to fuck up.

Please don't let her fuck it up again.

She turned to Embry. "Did Jacob get to you?" She finally asked drily.

Jacob Black with his paranoia and his theories…that wasn't even near to the truth. Hannah didn't think it was going to take long anymore until he shifted as well.

After all, he was the grandson of Ephraim Black.

"No, but I have eyes," Embry shot back and Hannah just shrugged.

"Sammy is harmless," she said calmly. As harmless as a guy that could turn into a horse-sized wolf could be at least. "You are aware of who I am, right? He's my brother." And he is your brother.

But Hannah didn't say that out loud even when she wanted to.

That knowledge popped fulled formed into her head just a few weeks ago.

She didn't know where it came from…or well, she did. Where all her…little tidbits of knowledge came from.

Embry Call, whose mother Tiffany had moved to La Push just a few months before Embry had been born, was her half-brother. They shared the same father that had then promptly disappeared just a few years later…but she knew that he didn't know that.

Nobody knew that…other than maybe their mothers…Joshua Uley himself…Sam didn't know… she didn't think so.

But as she looked at Embry…Embry who had grown 5 inches in the last few weeks, she suddenly realised…it was going to be his turn soon as well.

Should she tell Sam? Warn him? Try at least?

No feelings about that.

Sometimes that party trick really got old.

She could leave her usual calling card she guessed. Though he didn't really react to them, so who cared?

"So you not only have daddy issues but also brother issues?" Embry asked her drily and Hannah just smiled.

"Oh, you have no idea."

February 2006:

"Jake, you are looking a bit…weird."

That was all his father had needed to say.

Nothing particularly out of the usual…nothing…that was in any way, shape or form…Nothing that should make him angry.

But it did.

He had felt weird ever since Bells and he had been at the movies…like his skin was too tight…not big enough, not enough period.

Like something was off. He knew something was off but he couldn't put his finger on it. He couldn't, even when he really, really…felt like he needed to.

His body was too hot, a weird heat that seemed to start in his chest like he had eaten something particularly spicy, but it didn't hurt…

It was…

He couldn't put his finger on it, and that was the most annoying thing.

Jacob was careful as he drove home, the same thing that was always in his mind there again…his mother had died in a car accident, he was not planning to let his father fend for himself, especially not with Rebecca and Rachel three ways into the wind, one of them off to Hawaii, another at university, not even coming home for her break…

His senses seemed over focused, on the strange way the lights of the streets and the cars that came from the opposite direction seemed to burst outwards, like halos surrounding every lamp and every headlight…the sound of the radio suddenly scratching his eardrums and he swallowed against a throat that was suddenly tight with…something.

He managed to get home, he managed to get out of the car and he managed to get inside, shaking his head. Maybe if he just went off to bed earlier…maybe tomorrow…

And then there was his dad, that one sentence…

And the fire engulfed him.

Suddenly there was a wolf where once before a boy had stood. Just that at that moment…Jacob didn't know that.

He just knew the torturous pain and the heat of the fire that ran through him…generations of family and tribal history passed down onto him, culminating in that moment.

He just knew pain.

His body suddenly wasn't his own anymore.

Instinct took over that he had never confronted before, the animal and the man fighting for the upper hand as a growl burst grin his throat as paw swiped at his father ineffectually, Billy Black rearing back as he was confronted with a horse-sized russet wolf in his kitchen.

Knowing that it could happen and actually seeing it happen were two very different things.

"Jacob!"

It was his name, his human name from his father's mouth that could through the fear and pain and horror that engulfed him. Not enough for him to get a grip, not really, but enough for him to throw himself back out of the house, legs scrambling that didn't really belong to him but that…were his nonetheless…

Enough to run straight into the forest, because that somehow was home, was safe, was where he needed to be, even when another half-hysterical howl bust from him, his brain still stuck between pain and remembrance and hour at whatever happened to him.

What was happening to him?

He wasn't human anymore. There were no arms, and no human legs anymore…instead there were four paws hitting the ground, a movement that came natural to him even when it was anything but.

He didn't understand it. He didn't…

And then suddenly voices filled his head.

Voices that…he knew that one voice at least.

That was Embry. His friend.

*Somebody new just shifted!?*

Or at least he had been his friend. Until Sam Uley had gotten to him. Then there had just been Quil and him left.

*Do we know…Quil?* Another voice asked, weirdly echoing inside his head.

Jacob still didn't know, didn't understand what was going on. The voices in his head were not making it easier in the slightest, that much was certain.

Apparently, he had gotten completely insane now.

Oh for goodness sake, his dad couldn't deal with that as well. They had just about managed to figure out the whole wheelchair situation between the two of them, he couldn't…do this to his das. Not with Rebecca and Rachel both not pulling their weight in this family in the slightest and what was about….

*Can you tell us your name?* Embry's voice asked, calmly, seemingly, before another voice joined the first.

*You are alright, it's completely normal!* He couldn't place this one immediately, maybe he should have, but then there was a third one.

* Jacob ?*

He knew that voice.

Even mentally he couldn't hide his distaste.

*Sam Uley.* It was nearly a sneer in his mind.

The guy his father and the rest of the elders clearly thought hung the stars and the moon as far as they were concerned. The same one that had taken Embry from him and turned him into one of his disciples.

Embry had missed a week of school earlier in the year. Just sick with the flu…at least that had been the rumour going around. But he had never been home when Jacob and Quil had tried to see him. And when he came back…gone was the quiet, happy-go-lucky kid, replaced with somebody that looked utterly and completely terrified.

And when Jacob and Quil had tried to get him to tell them what was wrong…well, it wasn't like they had gotten an answer.

And that had scared the fuck out of Jacob.

Who did Sam Uley think he was?

Tribe Pride was one thing, running meth dealers from their land another, but collecting boys the way he was doing and terrorizing them into silence another thing entirely.

His temper flared, he couldn't help it, the growl bursting out of his throat, just the same moment as he heard the sounds of steps in the forest, weight displacing the leaves and smaller sticks on the forest floor, the wind whooshing through the branches of the trees.

His eyes focused on where it was coming from, and just a second later, a huge black wolf decided to show up between the trees.

He was really going insane now. Especially as that wolf wasn't the size of any kind of normal wolf but instead was the size of a damn horse.

He growled again, really not in the mood to be bait for horse wolf, or dinner for him either and the other wolf seemed to nearly…be amused about the whole situation.

*It's alright. We have been waiting for you.*

Fucking Sam Uley. That was the last thing Jacob wanted to hear. The last thing in the whole damn universe.

Becoming a member of Sam's little gang was not something that he was planning on doing, thank you, very much.

And then the black wolf cocked his head to the side, watching him with dark eyes.

*All the legends are true.*

Author's Note:

If any of you have any thoughts, notes or anything else, I would really appreciate it, because I have not really a clue what I am doing with this.