2 weeks ago you'd changed into a wolf. You lived down the reservate, and only recently found out you were a shifter. You'd come down with a weird fever, gaining 5 inches in height and becoming alot stronger than before. It was a pretty big change.

Then there was the pack. You didn't want anyone to just command you, didn't want hearing other voices in your head whenever you were a wolf. So you distanced yourself, becoming somewhat of a lone wolf. Even going as far as changing schools. So now you attended Forks high-school instead, wich was a bit further away, but you managed since you owned an old fixed up motorbike.

The first few days at your new school went smoothly, it was sunny outside, people were nice to you and you avoided getting into crowded placed because loud noises made you uneasy. But then the wheather turned back to its usual gloomy self.

The next Monday it was raining, as you sat at your usual lunch table. A few people sat around you, newly made friends. They all had conversations among eachother as you'd tuned them out. That day you were a bit distracted. Maybe it was the wheather, but something made you feel restless.

It was then you noticed the usual empty table filled with pale, elegant looking people. The Cullens. You did hear about them before, they hadn't attended since you'd started school 2 weeks ago, but now they were back. The most populair kids at school, though they only spoke to eachother. They kept to themselves, that's for sure.

Your eyes flickered over their table, just taking a quick look at the new faces. Your eyes got cought by blonde locks. The girl met your eyes, looking at you intensely for a moment before she snapped her head away, turning to one of her brothers.

You felt a strange pull in your stomach, a small fluttering feeling, before turning your head away