Be forewarned this is my first fanfic so I make no promises. However, I am also working on a piece on . Snowgirl7589 if you're interested.

Also, this is NOT a RenesmeeXJacob fic, so if that's what you're looking for keep looking.

Chapter 1{Moving Day}

I climbed out of our car and stretched. Over twelve hours crammed in the passenger seat of a 1977 Chevy C10 pickup truck. My dad and I just moved down from Victoria Island in Nunavut.

I tousled my shoulder length blonde hair before turning to look at the house. It was a single story ranch style house. Three bedrooms, one and a half bath, with a kitchen and a living room. A few of the younger movers stopped to eye me up. I was used to it; I'm not going to lie I do look pretty exotic, I guess. Blonde hair, blue eyes, dark caramel Inuit skin. It's definitely an unusual mix, but most of my tribe looks about the same way.

That's another thing, I'm Inuit. Well, half Inuit anyway. My mom was the daughter of our chief; my dad's an outsider. My two older brothers had moved out by the time she started getting sick. They didn't see the suffering, didn't watch her go from vibrant and independent to unable to even feed herself. It hit me and my dad hard, so Gramps arranged for us to move to another Rez. So now we're at La Push, the Quileute Reservation.

"I'm going for a run! Gonna take a look around." I yelled at my dad. He frowned at my outfit, short shorts and a sports bra (I'm only a B so it's not very revealing), but nodded. I started at a jog down the road. The map we'd gotten said there was a beach on the rez; it was always too cold to go swimming back home. (That doesn't mean I didn't learn how, I just didn't get much practice.)

The farther down the road I got the faster I ran. By the time I hit the trees I was a blur. And I don't mean that figuratively.

I have a secret. Promise not to tell? I'm a shifter. I can change form from human to wolf, an arctic wolf to be exact.

I love being in animal form. There is no such thing as a clumsy or ugly wolf.

I slowed to a walk as I reached the beach and sat in the sand to watch the ocean for a bit. It was so peaceful…and so warm! I stood up to start swimming when I heard loud whoop. My head snapped over to the right. Huge cliffs jutted out over the ocean and a group of kids about my age were hanging around at the top. One of them had just launched himself off the edge.

I watched and hoped he knew what he was doing. He hit the water with a massive splash and not a minute later his head popped up a few feet from where he went under. I watched for a while before deciding it looked like fun.

I made my way up to cliffs and watched from downwind for a few minutes. I know, I know, they're not shifters, but old habits die hard. I stepped forward.

"Could I give it a try?"

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