AN: Welcome to the story! Originally, I had planned on waiting until this story was complete to post, but I am so addicted to the plot, I can't wait to share it with you guys! Please forgive any historical inaccuracies! I am neither a historian nor was I born in the early 1900's!

Title: A Time For Love

Pairing: Emmett/OC/Paul Endgame: ?

Rating: M for language and sexual content

Genre: Angst/Romance

Summary: It was 1933 when Alexandria Sterling imprinted on Emmett Cullen, and it was 1935 when she lost him. Forced to endure the pain of losing an imprint, Alex pushes on, gathering her pack and making sure never to get too close to anyone. When an old friend calls and asks her to watch over his granddaughter – a poor human that had the misfortune of getting involved with vampires – how could she say no? When she arrives in Forks, she is confronted with her past, and forced to make a choice between a lost love and heated new one.

Prologue

Alexandria Sterling

My story is a long one, though I suppose it ought to be, it's been over a hundred years in the making. Maybe I should tell you about myself? They say the beginning is the best place to begin, but I often avoid the past. You can't change it, why bother hurting over it? They also say time heals all wounds… whoever they is, conveniently forgot to mention the scars left behind. I'll start with the basics, I can do that much. My name is Alexandria Sterling, but as the times began to change, I shortened it to Alex. I was born in a small village in Mississippi in 1906, and yes, I'm a werewolf.

My mother always regarded my birth as a blessing, but only because of the circumstances. She and my older brothers managed to live through the hurricane of 1906, one that uprooted everything in its path only days before I was born… My father wasn't so lucky. My mother was a strict woman; an alpha of her own pack at one point. When she married my father she decided to stop phasing and raise her children the human way. My brothers were blessings – just like I supposedly was. Alistair was the oldest, sensible and responsible with a slight frame and deep eyes. He was only ten when my father died, but took on the role as 'man of the house' right away. Darren wasn't like that… He was a burly man with my mother's blond hair and blue eyes. He was funny, but always got in trouble. When they both phased not long after Darren turned eighteen, mother had her hands full. It broke her heart when they decided to go out on their own, throwing away the family right of becoming an alpha. That's when she turned to me… Her precious daughter and last hope.

It was 1922 when I first phased. I had gotten angry at mother about something trivial, something I couldn't remember well these days. When I phased, mother had been standing too close, and earned herself two long slashes down her chest. The cuts themselves didn't kill her, but the infection did. Without her ability to rapidly heal, she succumbed to her fever and left this world months later. When word reached Darren, he became furious… He hasn't spoken to me since. Alistair doesn't blame me, or so he says… I see him every now and then, but most of the time he travels with Darren.

After that day, I vowed to make my mother's dream come true. I would alpha a pack, but only the strongest wolves would be allowed to join. With that mentality, I set out on my own adventure, turning my back on my home town and tiny house. They only held the ghosts of the past. For over a decade, I traveled. I saw most of the United States and parts of Canada. I passed a few wolves in my travels, and even joined a few of them on their way. Ethan and Raven were amongst those. Ethan was a soft-spoken man with sapphire eyes and a kind heart. His mate, Raven, was less pleasant. I knew what he saw in her, she was undeniably beautiful. Her skin was dark and her eyes were amber. She smiled widely, but I always took note of the way her K9's seemed to glisten with warning. We parted ways in 1933, when I decided to head to Gatlinburg, Tennessee.

I guess that's where the first part of my story really begins…

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