PROLOGUE

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Ruelle had aways been the adventurous type. The brunette loved the feel of the wind in her hair, rain pelting on her face, legs moving quickly as she raced down the paths of the forest. It was completely normal for her to come home covered in mud and soaking wet from one of her adventures. Now, she didn't actually play in mud. Ru spend a lot of time in La Push with her friends and their activities usually consisted of riding dirt bikes, cliff jumping or playing games on First Beach.

She had met Jacob Black when she was seven years old, he was almost six then. Her father, Frank, invited Charlie Swan, Billy Black and his son over for dinner. Jacob was a shy kid, scared to say anything to her untill she told him she liked his long hair.

"No pale face likes my hair." he had commented.

"Why not?" she asked.

"They say I look like a girl." he blushed.

"You don't." Ruelle argued. "You're the manliest man of your age."

After that, the two kids were inseperable, practically joined at the hip. He was younger than her, but still taller. Ruelle had always been small, even now when she was eighteen. The brunette barely reached his shoulder, and she was often teased by him and their friends. Ru would roll her eyes and smile, she didn't mind the teasing, it brought her quite a bit of joy.

But now, when Bella Swan moved back to Forks, he seems to be a bit more interested in her than his own best friend. And she doesn't understand when suddenly he cuts all ties with her without an expanation.

authors note;

Here I present, my second paul lahote story. My first one was so rushed and bad, though people seem to like it which I am very grateful for. I hope this one will turn out to be a little better, I am very excited for this!