[ Disclaimer ]: I do not own Twilight. I simple borrow the characters for my own stories.
A/N: Thank you to those that wanted another chapter of this story. I wasn't too sure if I should, but caved in and wrote more anyway. I apologize ahead of time for the grammar and spelling, along with any words that do not belong. I'm far to lazy to go over this and should probably get a beta. Meh! See you at the bottom!
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Chapter 2
Monday morning! I really can't stand Monday mornings, they're the worst. After a full-blown out weekend of fun, and in my case the fun would be unpacking all of my belongings from different boxes. Searching around the house for the box holding my sheets, paintings, picture frames, and electronics. I was finally finished by eleven o'clock last night, but that didn't mean I went straight to bed. The one thing I wasn't able to find was my alarm clock, so I had me cell phone set to eight am, this way I'd be able to get up early enough to be ready for my day with my dad's bosses daughter.
She'll run away the minute she starts to get to know me, whatever I do it always seems to get people to run off. I can't remember the last time I had a real conversation with anyone besides my family. Great thing about being out here was that my dad told me my uncle was living here. He lives out in La push, it has a beach and a giant cliff where some boys go cliff diving. Man, I would love to try that out. Just thinking about the adrenaline rush you get from jumping off something so high up gets me going.
Alas, this girl had forgotten to press the check mark next to her alarm. Which would have had it set to go off at exactly 8 AM, but instead I wake up thirty minutes after 9. Groggily I sat up from my bed, wiping the sleep from my eyes and squinted as the sun's light shines into my room through the windows.
"Mmmm…" I groan, covering my eyes while scooting off my bed. I slipped my slippers on and dragged my feet against the wooden floor to the bathroom. First things first, every human must do their morning ritual before eating breakfast.
I spent half an hour in the bathroom doing everything, cleaning my face, putting moisturizer on my fare and getting lotion on my body. I took notice that I was a few inches taller from the other day. Yesterday I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror and I stood about in the middle, now I have to hunch over to see my reflection some. Weird, it must be one of those overnight growth spurts, I am still a growing girl after all, plus my dad went on about how people on my mother's side were always about 6'5 or taller. It was a Native American trade mark that I seemed to be full of. Not only that, but he loves how I look practically like my mother.
I finished up in the bathroom with enough time to get dressed and snack something down. I could smell pancakes being made downstairs in the kitchen, my father was an early bird. He usually is up around six, making sure his gun was clean and he had everything in his cruiser situated before heading out. I slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white top that had a design of a tiger on it and of course, what girl can go outside without her high top all stars?
Rummaging around for a few bracelets and my mothers leaf necklace, I scurry down the stairs without falling to my greatest doom. Carpet stairs feel so good against your bare feet, I love sliding my feet up against the smooth carpet. My papa had everything plated on the table that could seat five people, maybe the woman that set this place up thought there would be more in our little family. Then again, I would have gotten a big table too. You can never tell when a guest will come over with some snacks or I could be hosting a study group with the new friends I will be making here. That is, if I can come out of my freakishly large shy shell and let my wings out so I can soar up high and finally find myself a butterfly mate. The butterfly will need to be a super sexy male, with good looks and a charming smile. Mmmm, maybe like the big guy in my dream from last night. He may have acted like an ass, but in reality I think he was flirting with me.
My attention was drawn back to the captain who I didn't get a clear view of. She was a little taller than me, but since I've had my small growth spurt (who am I kidding, I'm huge) she will be shorter than me. Her hair was a dark brunette color, eyes that held so many longing emotions and the scent of the ocean surrounded her. Everything else about her, I wasn't really able to see, it was foggy on my ship and the only thing I saw clearly were her ship mates. Their names… I can't remember their names, but I know what they look like.
"Hurry up Grace. Don't want your pancakes to get cold." Dad chuckled, standing in the door way to the kitchen. He stood there staring at me, looking at me head to toe. "You grow?" His brows were knit together in a frown, I couldn't help but chuckle at his expression. He was trying to understand my growth spurt and give me some little speech about kids my age growing over night. I shook my head, patting my father's shoulder as I passed him.
"I guess I did, must be mom's genes working their way through my system finally." I said with a mouth full of bacon, chewing it faster than I would normally. I hadn't realized how hungry I was, my stomach was grumbling loudly, begging me to fill it with the food that was on my plate. I took my seat at the table and began to eat. My father explains what we would be doing. In one hour he and I would head over to his bosses house so I could meet his daughter while the adults talked about their job and other… Adult things.
I wasn't looking forward to meeting this Bella chick, I also didn't want her to run away after seeing how tall I am now. I'm not even used to it but what can I say, its normal? Not unless you made a wish on a shooting star and that wish actually came true. Not that I believe in that crap anyway, only kids up to like twelve should believe in that.
"You ready?" I washed my plates and stuck them into the dishwasher. I had this sudden tight feeling in my chest. It was powerful and I had a rush of emotions hit me all at once. I felt relief, anger and… Love. Why was I feeling all of these at once? The pressure in my chest lessened and dispersed as if nothing had happened to me in the first place. I stared down at my hands, they were shaking so horribly that I could have made a milkshake of my own with them. I felt an overwhelming heat spread through my body like I was being lit on fire, but the flames did not harm me. They kept me warm like I was being hugged by my mother. Just thinking about her helped to calm my heart rate down enough so that my hands weren't trembling so badly. I could hear my fathers footsteps coming closer to the kitchen, I had to get off the ground. I hadn't even realized I fell down, trippy.
"Grace?" My dad questioned me with a look. Myself smiling widely with my hands behind my back was not something I did normally.
"Hey papa, umm… We need towels for the kitchen. Did you forget to buy some?" Change of subject may just work, I really don't have the answers for what was going on with me. I also don't need him asking me questions that would upset me, the trembling came from the intense anger I felt. If I get angry again it can trigger something inside of me, and whatever it may be, it could mean that I'd hurt my father. I won't hurt my father, I need to stay alive for him. H e can't go through losing another person he cares and loves for so dearly all over again.
"Uhm, we have some inside the garage. I didn't think we needed to many for this morning." He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. "I'll get more when we come back home, but for now you and I need to go. We'll be two minutes early if we head out now." He tapped his watch, giving me the 'hurry it up' look before leaving me alone in the kitchen.
"I'll be down soon, Papa!" I shouted, grabbing my cell off the kitchen counter where I had placed it to charge after I came downstairs to eat, and rushed outside to the SUV. In a few minutes I'll be making myself a new friend or enemy, let's see which one this girl chooses.
"You've smiled a lot this morning. Everything all right?" My father gave me a worried look. I smiled, causing him to worry only that much more about my well-doing. I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Papa I'm fine!" I laughed, placing my hand over his on the gear. "I'm… Worried that she won't like me, that's all. Besides that I'm fine! I promise not to embarrass you." I took my hand off os his, staring back out the window. I was also hoping that everything goes well.
He grunted, turning the corner that lead to Charlie's place. "I'm not worried that you'll embarrasses me, I'm worried that you're forcing yourself to come with me."
I didn't even have a response to that. I wasn't sure on how to explain to my father that I had this feeling that if I did come with him, I would be able to meet the person I had dreamt about last night. You think a girl would forget a kiss like that? No way, I remember it clearly, almost as if it had actually happened. I unconsciously lifted my fingers up to my lips, I imagined what it would be like to kiss her in person. Would it feel the same?
"Here we are." Dad exclaimed. He grinned, pulling his car up on the dirt where he had some free space to park. This SUV will need a bath once we get back home.
The sound of the tires rolling over the mud was fairly clear to me, way clearer then it was yesterday. Did I get a super power after my growth spurt last night, or is it the lack of city noise that makes everything around you clearer?
"You ready?" My dad asked, removing the keys from the ignition. He turned his body to face me, he watched over my expression for any tell that I wanted to run back to the house.
"I don't have an actual answer for that, papa. I'm nervous, I do know that, but…" I shrugged, looking down at my lap while twiddling with my fingers. "I think I'll be okay. I mean, we're both girls. How weird could things get?" I forced my chuckle, lifting my head up.
"Mmm." He nodded his head. "If you say so Grace." He reached his arm over my shoulder, tugging me closer to him. I felt him kiss the top of my head, mumbling a small Indian prayer that my mother would repeat to me when I was way to nervous to do anything. "Life gives life, which gives unto itself a promise of new life".
There wasn't anything fancy to it nor was it a prayer to wash away your nerves. It was the fact that my mother would repeat this to me no matter what I felt, or how hard life was for me that gave me peace of mind. I felt a lump grow in my throat, my eyes watered a little as well. I laughed once, patting my fathers back. "Thank you, papa." We broke apart, staring at one another for a few moments. He grinned, ruffling my hair up. I swatted his hand away playfully, pointing my finger at him.
"Don't mess with the hair." I scolded him, messing with his for revenge. He laughed, getting out of the car before I could do any more damage to his hair or what he was wearing. I got out soon after him, taking in a deep breath of the air around me. It was clear, smelled a lot like mud and had a small hint of…. The… Ocean. My eyes widen when the scent reminded me of her once again, I glanced around the from yard for any sign of her. My dad motioned for me to hurry u, calling me a slow poke. I rolled my eyes, jogging through the wet moss path way tot he front door.
I shouldn't jump to any conclusions, she wouldn't be over here. She can't be over here is more like it. I'm not ready for our first encounter, I have yet to say hello to this Bella girl. I have to calm down, I'll break out in a sweat if I worry too much. There was a movement behind the door, a man about my father's age calling out for a girl to be ready. I heard her shout back to him, racing down the stairs with a tumble included. I can hear what was going on, like a movie without any pictures, but I could picture it all happening.
After Charlie helped his daughter up,he asked if she was okay before he opened the door up with a smile. "Hey there!" He coughed, taking a step tot he side. "Come inside, it's going to rain soon."
"Figures." I mumbled, walking into the house before my father. He chuckled, apologizing for his daughter who so rudely didn't introduce herself to the man. I winced, turning around slowly with a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that," I walked back over to Charlie, extending my hand out. "Grace Parker." I smiled shyly, trying to contain any other words that I would regret saying.
Charlie stared at me openly, looking my size over. Great, he noticed it as well. "You're a tall one." He slapped his hand into mine, giving me a sturdy hand shake. I couldn't help myself and squeezed his hand tighter. He laughed, taking his hand out of mine first. "Got a nice shake too." I glanced behind him, watching the fidgeting Bella hiding behind her father. She was also looking at me with a strange look that almost seemed like she knew the reason for my height. I rose a brow, wondering where all of this confidence was coming from.
I moved past Charlie who had begun conversation with my dad about the game last night. They were both sad that their team lost, whatever team that may be. No into sports much, but I do like a challenge once in a while.
"Hey" I grinned, holding my hand out. "Grace Parker." I smiled warmly, awaiting for her to notice my hand. Bella blinked, looking down at my hand then back up to my eyes. "Oh yeah, umm…" She took my hand in her's, giving me a light hand shake. She must be weak, that was kind of pathetic no offense to her. "Isabella, but I prefer Bella." She half grinned, wrapping her arms around her waist. "You wanna come up to my room? We can let them talk down here." I agreed with a nod, giving my father a thumbs up while I followed Bella up to her bedroom.
My dad grinned, happy to see his daughter finally making a friend. I helped Bella up the last few steps, she had lost her balance going up so fast. She thanked me, a giant blush adoring her cheeks. I shouldn't help it, I cooed getting her to laugh and smack my arm lightly. I made sure to move into the hit so she wasn't hurting herself. The reason for my doing that… I have no clue. Something inside of me was causing me to have this new sense. I had a clear view of my surroundings, nothing would catch me off guard anymore like in my past.
"So," She started, taking a seat on her bed. I prefer to stand when I'm in someone else's house, I would sit down after I didn't feel like puking. "How tall do you think you are?"
"Nice question to start with." I chuckled. Bella shrugged her shoulders, waiting for me to answer the question. "I think I'm about 6'0 now. My dad told me my mom was 6'3 when they met. He by the way is like 5'11. It's kinda weird for your daughter to be taller than you." I walked over to her window as I explained to her how my father and mother met. Bella seemed to be really interested in my past, she kept asking me questions about my mother.
"They met at a hunting club?"
"Yes, my mother was with my great-grandfather, helping any of the newer members learn how to hold their guns the proper way. My father was there undercover. He'd been following a man who was an alleged criminal for five months. When he caught wind that he was going to some club to hunt, he figured the guy had another target." I paused, looking up at the dark clouds filled with water that were ready to fall down to mother earth.
"He was right. The guy's next target was my mother. For most of the trip he kept close tot he guy, watching his movements. WAiting for the moment he could cuff the guy and send him to prison." My hands formed into fists. I was having trouble concentrating on anything but the pure hatred I had for the man that tried to kill my mother.
"My father finally caught the guy about to attack my mother, but the scene before him had him too shocked to move. My mother had the gun that the man was going to shoot her with, she had it held against his temple. Whispering something to him that made the man shake in his boots. My father was careful to take the man away from my mother, who was way beyond pissed." I was able to calm down a little after explaining the second half of my parents story, turning away from the window as a shot of lighting went across the sky.
Bella looked at me with wide, eyes. She seemed scared about something, but she was being stubborn and held back her one fear. Bella stood from her bed, walking over to me. "What happened after that? Your parents go out?"
I snorted, looking back out the window. "No, my mother wasn't going to let him win that easily. It took my dad two weeks to even have her agree to go out with him. After a few more dates, he was deeply in love with her." The corners of my mouth rose into a satisfied smile. I felt Bella's hand on my shoulder, turning me around to face her and take my gaze away from the window. She looked very serious with her lower lip between her teeth, she was contemplating on asking me a question. I told her with my eyes to spit it out, waiting for whatever was to come.
"Do you know if your mom was… Or maybe you don't know yet." She mumbled, taking her hand away from my shoulder. "I should let you find out on your own, besides I could be wrong." She sighed, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.
"What are you talking about? Whatever it is, I promise I won't laugh at you." I chuckled, finding myself calm enough now to sit next to the girl who had yet to run away from me.
"It's just… I think you," She peeked around her bangs, sliding her fingers through her hair. "I think you might be a wolf." Bella bit her bottom lip, her eyes searching over my expression. My brows lifted, tilting my head sideways.
"A wolf?" I asked frowning. She nodded her head, taking one of my hands and putting it up against hers. "See? Your hand is like way big. And have you even gone to the gym?" She asked, my answer was a shake of the head.
"I hadn't been to the gym in a while if that's what you mean." I took my hand away from hers.
"What about your hunger? Do you find yourself getting hungry even after you've eaten say like… Two hours earlier?"
This girl had a point. It wasn't long ago that I had finished my breakfast, and came over to her home. The smell of what they had for breakfast still lingered in the air and it made my stomach growl. I wash in fact starving now that I thought about it. As if on sue, my stomach grumbled for substance. I blushed, covering my hand over my gut. Bella chuckled, leaning her weight onto one hand on the bed.
"I have a friend who is exactly like you. Oh! Umm, did you recently come over a fever?"
"A fever? I was sick for about a week, my body was really hot and I felt like I was going to die. But… That's normal, everyone gets sick."
"Not your kind of sickness." She shifted on the bed, sitting with her legs crossed, facing me with such determination written in her eyes. She was desperate to help me, even though she hardly nows me at all and I don't really understand half of what was going on myself.
"You see," She started. "When a shifter like yourself is about due to finally let loose their inner beast, you go through some like "illness." It's your body accepting the change in a different way. You grow taller, your body gains more muscle mass and your senses are heightened. Also, you have a bigger appetite." We both laughed at the last comment.
"What about these small pulsating rushes of heat I feel when I seem to get mad or upset over something so simple."
"When you get close tot he day your body decides its time to shift, or even after for that matter, you'll become a little snappy. Maybe you won't change that much, but anger is like the trigger to your change. I'm not sure about you shifting back, I think you have to think happy thoughts."
"Like in Peter Pan?" I laughed, letting out a sigh as I layer back on her bed. "Not that I don't believe all of this, but how do you know so much."
"I can't tell you." She said quickly, slapping her forehead after the words slipped out. "I mean, you have to find out on your own. If I told you directly, then there would be some problems. I'm sure when you go to the Rez you'll find out everything you need to know." She slipped off of her bed, rummaging through her desk for some paper and a pen. "I'll give you Jakes number, you can call him and ask for a meeting with Sam." Bella handed me the sticky note, placing the pen back on the top of her desk.
I folded the small square paper up, listening to the conversation downstairs. "You're right about my senses. I can hear our dads, their conversation is about done." I stood from her bed, slipping the number into the pocket of my jeans. "Thank's for not running away from me, I thought you would after seeing how freaking tall I got."
"You just sprouted today?" I nodded my head. Bella narrowed her eyes, briskly walking over to the window of her room. "Get up here, I know you're out there." She said calmly, walking back over to my side. "I want you too meet someone." She grinned.
I was a little worried that Bella may be on the crazy side and had asked me to wait here for her imaginary friend to pop right through the window. I raised my gaze from the top of the girl's head, waiting for whomever we were waiting on. I saw a pale hand lift themselves up onto the room after swinging from the tree. Their body was small, but they moved with such graze and agility. It wasn't long until this short person finally came inside Bella's room through her window.
"How did you know I was there?" The pixie girl pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Bella rolled her eyes, walking over to the girl and hugged her. I stood in my spot, a little stiff after smelling something horrible. It wasn't too bad, I could put up with it.
"Alice, I want you to meet a new friend of mine." She pulled away front he pale girl, holding her arm out. "This is Grace. I think she may be a shorter like Jake, but I'm not too sure yet."
Alice rose a brow, lifting one hand up to her nose. "No, I think you may be right about that. She smells like a mutt." I smirked, taking a step closer to her. Alice narrowed her eyes and did the same, removing her hand from covering her nose.
"Got something else to say about how much I smell, pixie?"
"First off, only my friends can call me pixie. Second, I can say whatever I want. Mutt." There was really no hostility in her tone, she was actually playing along with me. I think I may like this creepy chick who likes coming into a teenage girls room through her window. I chuckled, holding my hand out to her. "It's a pleasure too meet you Alice. I'm assuming your related to a ?"
Alice giggled and took my hand in her's, I could feel the temperature difference between us. It was drastic. She was really cold, and I assume to her I was really hot. We released each others hand after a second of tightening our grip. She smirked, placing her hands on her hips. "I may be related to him, maybe not. Who wants to know?"
I quirked a brow, crossing my arms over my chest. "I would like to know. I'm looking for Esme."
Alice's eyes sparkled, she was up to something. "How do you know about Esme?"
Bella had taken a seat on her bed after seeing Alice and I were not going to rip each others throats out. She seemed to relax and have her attention mostly on Alice. I wanted to ask a question, but I held my tongue. The pixie girl zoned out for a few seconds, grinning when she came back to reality. "Yes, Bella is my best friend but we are not together!" She smacked my shoulder with a huff, taking her seat right next to Bella. Alice laid her head down on Bella's lap, and Bella reached her hand down to help ease the little pixie.
"I know." I groaned, scratching the back of my neck. "You're with uh… Southern dude. Jasper, right?"
It was Bella's turn to speak up. "How do you know about Jasper?"
I shrugged my shoulders, taking her chair out from under her desk so I could have a seat that faced the two of them. "I had this dream about being on a ship, and these pirates come over to steal all of my jewels. Long story short, I saw these three guys. A big one named Emmett, the southern guy Jasper and then some other guy that looked like he had sex hair. The Southern guy mentioned his pixie and Emmett was thrown overboard before I could find out who he was with. Edward mentioned a girl he couldn't leave if he had died, he was so desperate to stay alive just to be with her"
"Edward," Bella smiled after she whispered his name lovingly. Whoa, is she the one Edward is all over? Bella looked down at Alice. "Did you see this conversation happening? Is that why your over here?"
"Not exactly." Alice pressed her lips together in thought. " Grace here was the one blocking my visions I wasn't able to see much, but I was able to see that you were still safe. What I came here to tell you was…." Alice sat up, patting Bella's knee. "Edward and the boys are out for the week to go hunting. It'll be Esme, Rosalie and myself here all alone to keep you company." Bella cringed when Alice brought up Rosalie name. She doesn't seem to be too happy about hearing how Alice would be switching shifts from time to time with Esme and Rosalie. Edward wanted Bella to stay safe even if he wasn't around to be her guardian angel. I tuned out of their conversation, seeing these two were best friends and I was just another girl sitting in the room. I didn't want to intrude on anything either.
"Esme want's to meet you." Alice spoke, staring right at me. I blinked, looking up from my lap. "Huh?" I questioned, looking between he girls who were both wearing giant smiles.
"My mother, Esme, would like the pleasure of meeting the people who own the house she had helped clean up. That place was a mess until we came over and fixed everything up, your room was Esme's personal project. She wanted everything to be right, so she had none of us step foot in that room. No one but myself and Edward know what it looks like in there." Alice giggled. "I think you should come over tonight! Bella can ask you to come over for some girl time over at my place so you can mingle with some locals, and I'm sure your father would love to hear who his daughter is getting along so well with Bella."
She had a good point. My dad was pushing me to get to know Bella while we were eat our breakfast. He wanted me to go at my own pace, but once in a while step out of my comfort zone and get to know some teens that live around Forks. This way, I would be able to meet Rosalie and even Esme for that matter. Esme, the woman I had kissed in my dream? I had to confirm that I was going to meet the same woman. I opened my mouth to ask Alice a question, but she seemed to zone out again. I waited for her to come back so I can ask her a very important question.
"Go ahead and ask." Alice chimed, smiling brightly.
"Your mother, Esme… Does she um… I'm not really sure how to explain this." I looked around Bella's room for any scrape of paper. I took a sheet of blank paper from her desk drawer and to the pencil that was next to it. I started to draw. I drew Esme the best I could from memory, her eyes and how the looked into mine, the way her eyebrows were knitted together with worry. Her lips…. Those perfect lips. Her hair was filled with volume and curl, I could remember it all so clearly. I handed Alice the sheet of paper after I had finished drawing out the Esme the tI knew from my dream. Alice gasped, looking from me to the picture.
"You can seriously draw, this is almost at my own skill." She grinned, handing the picture over to Bella. "Wow, you're really good." She complimented the picture a few more times, noting how I shaded in her hair and eyes without having to redo any of it.
"Where have you seen Esme before? This is her, by the way. " Alice handed me the picture back. I glanced down at my drawing, sliding my fingers over the shape of her lips. "i saw her in my dream. She was the captain of the crew and after Edward was sent back to her ship… She… Esme kissed me." I mumbled, blushing furiously at the memory. Alice and Bella shared a knowing look with one another.
"This explains why Esme was acting so funny this morning. She could hardly decided on what to wear, and she had changed her outfit three times. That isn't normal for her, and I have found the reason." Alice smirked, hoping off of Bella's bed.
"Bella I leave the plan making to you. Make sure that you ask her in front of her father, he has to see you inviting her over. This way I can try to see the conversation and keep Esme posted." Alice twirled around, giggling with her hands over her heart. "Oh! I can't wait for tonight! This is going to be so much fun. Grace, a warning for later tonight. Rosalie isn't a fan of mutts-I mean wolves. You'll have to excuse any sarcasm or snappy remarks she has for you. I 'm sure she'll hold back since you'll be our guest and… Something else." She winked, skipping over to the window.
"I'll catch you girls later!" She lifted the window up a little higher, scooting herself out the window. I blinked a few times, watching the pixie jump off the roof. I got worried and moved to the window, looking out to make sure she landed all right. Alice wasn't any where in sight.
"She moves fast." I chuckled, closing Bella's window.
"She should, she is a vampire." Bella's eyes widened. "Damn." She whispered, looking up at me sheepishly. "I guess now you know."
"Vampire?" I asked, tilting my head. "So they are real. Cool. This only means I'm no the only supernatural thing out there."
"You're not going to freak out?"
"Why should I? She didn't try to eat me or you so I don't see her as a threat. Her eyes were also a gold color, so I'm assuming she doesn't eat the normal food source. It's just a theory."
Bella sat there with her mouth gaping, she didn't know what to say back to my logical answer that I assumed was correct from her reaction. I wasn't going to be alone, I had someone to talk to about being different. Really different from any of the others. I did have a few questions for my papa though. Did he know about this? Does he know that some boys on the reservation are shifter just like me? Was my mother a shifter?
"I think you'll fit in with everyone really well, you seem to get the hang of things quickly and aren't bothered by them being vampires." Bella stood from her bed once more, and walked over to her bedroom door. "You ready to get this plan underway?"
I literally jumped up from the chair, my head just missing the ceiling of her bedroom. "You bet I am." I grinned, letting her go out in front of me. I wonder… What I should wear for tonight?
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Looks to me like Alice had some match making work going on here. I would like Bella and Grace to have a strong friendship, along with her being close to all the Cullen's and the Pack.
I mean, Grace is pretty nice once you get past the shy-layer of hers. Will Rosalie even like Grace, being that she is a different shifter from the others, yet her stench is just as bad? You'll have to wait for the next chapter! Review my readers, it helps to know that you love it or have questions about the story.