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Chapter 1

I looked around at the airport, twirling my silver bracelet around my wrist. Typical, I thought, just typical. I had waited for an hour now, and I was getting really annoyed. Leave it to my brother to forget his own little sister. I huffed loudly and grabbed my luggage and my back bag. He obviously wasn't coming. That's totally fine, I'll just grab a taxi and make him pay for it when I arrive. Bloody idiot, that one.

I was tired from traveling from the east coast to the west coast. I didn't like planes, but I sure as hell wasn't going to travel by train. It's quite a long way from New York to Washington, and I like to keep as comfy as possible, thank you very much. The taxi driver put my luggage into the trunk while I climbed onto the backseat with my back bag. I'm not paranoid, but I wasn't going to risk losing my stuff. As it was really important... Stuff.

I told the man the addresses and assured him that my brother was going to pay him, as he looked at my appearance not believing I had that kind of money on me. I put my earphones on and let the land of dreams lure me in.

I woke up when the car stopped abruptly. My hand immediately went to my bracelet, but I withdrew it when I realised that the halt was caused by the taxi's arrival to my final destination. I got out of the car, marched to the front door of my brother's house and banged at the wooden door as loudly as I could. I could hear steps from the other side of the door, and finally I was greeted by the sight of my half-naked, yawning big brother. He looked confused at first, then recognised me as his face paled.

"Oh, shit."
"Yeah, I'll deal with you later, big brother, but first you need to pay for my taxi driver."

He looked around me, seeing the impatient driver leaning to his car. My brother nodded like a good boy and went to fetch his wallet. After he paid the man and took my luggage inside, he turned to face me, his hands up in the air, surrendering.

"I honestly forgot! I had a rough night, lots of tribe business to deal with."
"Yeah? Well, try to forget this one," I said as I mustered all my strength and punched him in the stomach. He bend over, whimpering like a big baby, but when he straightened up, he was smirking.

"Good to have you back, little sis. Missed you, Ellie." He wrapped me into a hug. Man, that boy had grown since I last saw him. What was he eating, a herd of cows for a light breakfast? Damn, if he weren't my brother I would admit that he almost looked hot with those new muscles and all. Almost.

"It's good to be back, Sammy. I missed you too."

I hadn't seen my brother for four years. A long time, but we both had our own things to worry about. Sam was some kind of a chief here at La Push, at least he was treated like one. I, on the other hand, had my friends and kinda my family too back in New York. I had moved there four years ago to go to a great art school, because, you know, art is my thing. And literature too, and all that 'express yourself freely' shite.

Of course, things back at home weren't so good either. I'm not the daughter of Joshua Uley, you see. And when you are not the daughter of your mother's husband, even if that husband is the worst bloody bastard on Earth, then things tend to get kinda awkward. So, I packed all the possession I could fit into my suitcases and took the next flight to New York. My mom had called and asked her cousin if I could bunk at her place until I could get into that school and move into the dorms there. As it was winter, the move to the dorms had to wait six moths until I actually got into the school. But yeah, life had been good until recently.

La Push had never felt like home to me. My mom and big bro lived there, sure, but I wasn't into that small town life, and living in a reservation just wasn't my thing, especially when I looked nothing like a real Quileute, not like my mom and brother did. No, instead of black hair, brown eyes and a warm brown skin, I looked like an Australian surfer girl, with my blonde hair, baby-blue eyes and short figure. Unlike my brother, who was as tall as a skyscraper if you asked me, I was happy as a
5' 3" shortie. My height was just optimal. Who needed to be able to reach the highest shelf anyway?

"Why haven't you called? I'm not sure I even have your number."

I shrugged.

"I don't  have a phone right now, broke the last one." Well, that was true, mostly.

"Broke it? Wasn't it an old Nokia phone? What were you doing with it, throwing it at a brick wall waiting which one would crack first?" I smiled at him, not giving an answer, partly to annoy him, partly because I couldn't answer truthfully.

"What about you, Sammy? What have you been up to? Being a big bad chief? Have you and Emily set a date yet? Because I'm not going to miss your wedding." My attempt to change the subject seemed to work like magic. Sam's face softened at the mention of his fiancée, Emily Young.

"Yup, haven't just had the time to send out the invitations yet. Were going to keep it small, just our closest friends and family. At the end of the summer, actually, in August. And you better be there, sis."

"I'll be there," I said, when I internally screamed all the curse words in all the languages I could think of. Why August? Like I didn't have enough to worry about.

"So, we're having a bonfire this evening, care to join us?"

"Who's coming?"

"My friends and some of their girlfriends, and maybe some of the Cullens, if Jake manages to convince them. At least Nessie is coming with Jake, he's babysitting her tonight."

I remembered the Cullens. Had never actually met them, but when I still lived at La Push, I heard people talking about them, and not in a nice way.

"So you are okay with them? No hard feelings?"
"Why would there be hard feelings?" He asked alarmed.
"No reason, I just remember that you didn't like them so much the last time I was here."
"Things change," he answered. I felt like there was something I didn't get.

The bonfire was awesome. Sure we had bonfires back home, but the Quileutes really knew how to party. The guys had bought beer, and even if I was at the tender age of 18 (mind you, in Europe and basically anywhere else except the US, I would be legal to drink), I drank a few. Yeah, not my favourite drink to have. I don't understand how anyone can like it, when wine and champagne tasted so much better. Not that I would know, of course.

Sam introduced me to everyone I didn't remember. And even those whom I did, holy guacamole, those guys were on some serious steroids. Even little Seth Clearwater looked more like 25, even though he was a year younger than I. I mentioned that to him, poking at his biceps, but he just laughed heartily and said it wasn't his fault I was doomed to remain a dwarf.

I also met some of the Cullens for the first time. Bella, Alice, Jasper, Edward and Nessie, as Jake called her, were all exceptionally beautiful. So beautiful I grew suspicious. In my experience, I always should trust my instincts. But this time, I decided to ignore them. Idiot.

Sam explained that some of the guys weren't there, including two of my childhood friends Paul and Embry, because they had 'work'. Yeah right, and I'm an alpaca. My brother was never good at lying, especially to me. I could see right through him, the stupid bugger. He should know better. I subconsciously twirled my bracelet again. I always did that when I was thinking or nervous.

The whole evening, Edward Cullen kept staring at me. I didn't see it, of course, because every time I turned to look, he was doing something else entirely. But when I stopped looking, I could feel his eyes on my back. What a creeper, that one. Sure, as handsome as one could get, but creeper nonetheless. And so, to avert his constant stare, I told my brother I was going to have a stroll along the beach we were at. Have I mentioned that I was an idiot? I have? Good.

I walked on the sand for a while, not even knowing where I was headed. Just walking around the place that had once been my home. I hadn't seen mom yet. Sam told me she was on a shopping trip in Seattle. Apparently she forgot I existed too. Sam's father was not around either. A shocker, I'm sure. That man was a mess. It was no wonder mom cheated on him, not that any woman had ever said 'no' to my dad. He was a looker, for sure.

I hadn't talked to my dad for a year, either. He would pay me a visit during nights sometimes, but it was not a good time for father-daughter interaction right now, I knew that. With everything going on back home, it was a wonder I was allowed to leave for this short vacation anyway.

I had barely been back at La Push for a day, and already I was missing home. I had graduated from high school, it was summer vacation. I hadn't lived in the school dorms for a while now, not after the disastrous first week. I lived at camp, drove daily to school on my car. It was a cool car, the apple of my eye. My on true love, you could say. My dad had given it to me when I turned sixteen. Porsche 911 Turbo 997, year model 2007. Canary yellow. Yes, I know, my dad is awesome. At least, when he bothered to show up. It had been the first time I met him in sixteen years. He just shoved up at camp, wished me happy birthday and held out the keys. I had met him only once after that.

So yes, I was quite independent. Moved out at fourteen, into the big wide world. Now at eighteen, life was good. I had applied to universities and would start school in fall. At least I hoped I would, if I survived this summer.

I was deep in my thoughts, when my inner warrior woke up in alarm. Hah! Inner warrior. I blamed Will for making the saying stuck with me. Something was moving in the forest near the beach. Something too big to be a bear or a wolf. We had lots of those here in La Push. My hand was ready on my bracelet. When the creature leapt from the woods in front of me, I drew my bracelet off my wrist. Immediately it turned into a silver bow, and in my back appeared a quiver full of celestial bronze arrows. The hellhound growled at me, baring it's enormous teeth.

"Oh, you thought I was an easy target, did you? A single petite girl, all alone. Well, you thought wrong, you filthy mutt." I fired an arrow so fast, the hound had no time to react. It burst into dust, leaving me alone on the beach. I bended my bow back into a bracelet and looked around. No one in sight, I breathed out my relief. It would be harder than Hades to explain my life to my brother. It was best he remained oblivious of my heritage, for his own good. I could look after myself. I always did, always had.

Because I was a demigod. And my home had trained me well.

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