A/N: I've always really enjoyed fantasy stories, especially any that involve Werewolves! So bare with me when I say, I am trying to put my own spin on that idea. I tried writing a fic once. I didn't get very far in it, and I was very disappointed with my writing. This is my second attempt! Please review and tell me what you think! I don't really know how much of this will follow any known story, but I don't care :) Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Experienced hands run their way through brown, wavy hair. Small hands are fiddling anxiously, as a women braids loose pieces of hair. When it is done, the small child runs over to the closest mirror, studying the woven pieces of her hair. A huge smile envelopes the young child's face as she spins to meet her mother's smile.

"Bella, are you OK? What are you doing up there?," Angela shouts up the stairs. Bella's eyes snap back to her reflection in the mirror. Her hands still holding onto the finished braid in her hair. She shakes the memories from her mind, and quickly grabs her backpack off the ground.

"Sorry Speckles, I got distracted," Bella said, making her way down the stairs and toward her waiting friend. Angela scoffed.

"You know, just because I wear glasses doesn't mean you just get to just call me that," she teased over her shoulder as Bella followed her out of the house and down the driveway, "and thanks to you, we are going to miss first period."

Bella's only responded with a wink before both ladies got into Angela's car. The ride to school was mostly Angela talking about potential boyfriends and other things, all of which are completely irrelevant to the distracted passenger staring out the window. Bella watched the trees pass by in a blur, absently thinking about her family. No one knew it, but Bella was a werewolf, or at least that's what people call someone who is part wolf.

Bella's parents were apart of a Native American tribe, based out of California, the Tsin Biyol, Tree Spirits. The reservation was far away from most cities and towns, which was perfect, because this tribe kept special magic hidden away from the world. Bella was the daughter to the last chieftains in the tribe and, like every child born of chieftain descent, was born with an affinity for one of the many animal species on the planet. As Angela pulled into the school lot and parked, Bella bitterly ran her fingers over the small tattoo on her wrist, which was just a mere paw print. It was small, black, and Bella hated how insignificant if felt. Her mothers tattoo had stretched up her whole arm. It felt like betrayal to never learn why her own tattoo had appeared differently.

"Alright Speckles, as invigorating as this conversation has been," Bella exclaimed, cutting her friend's rant off mid sentence and exiting the car, "I gotta get to second period before that professor decides I belong in detention, rather than the outside world." After a confused nod from Angela, the frustrated werewolf shut the door, a little too hard, and hurriedly made her way to second period.

"What is the matter with you," Bella mumbled under her breath, "Get a grip, you're in public. This is no time for a mental fucking break down."

When she finally made it to the classroom, something stopped her at the door frame. There was a bizarre smell in the air and Bella was certain it was coming from the classroom. Other students filed inside, clearly not caring about any smells in the air, all while sending Bella agitated glares for blocking the way. Expecting a monster to swoop down upon her, the werewolf cautiously walked into the classroom.

All did, indeed, appear normal, except for the boy in the front row whose jaw dropped at the sight of her. Bella rolled her eyes and quickly scolded herself for being on edge, brushing past the drooling boy in the front, and took a seat in the back. Class started shortly after and it was highly uneventful the entire time. Returning to her thoughts, Bella
drowned out the boring lecture and remembered what it was like to live with the tribe, hanging about with the tree's and wind, and sleeping under perfectly still skies. Compared to this cramped, loud, and obnoxious society, it was depressing to think she could never go back to the life she had with her family.

When the bell signaled that class was over, Bella was about finished packing up her things when the same, weird, smell wafted into the air again. Only this time, she trusted her nose to find the source. The werewolf twisted around in couple of circles until she was facing the front of the classroom, where there was a girl chatting with the professor.

Nothing seemed to be special about this girl. She had a small frame and from the looks of her arms, pale, very pale. Bella snickered to herself, obviously she could use some sun. The girls hair was also black, it reminded Bella of a starless night and it was cut short, in a pixie cut. Bella shrugged, she couldn't really figure out why she was smelling this girl more distinctly than others and began to look away, but was pulled back in by laughter. The girl was laughing at something the professor has said and after she recomposed herself, her golden iris' met Bella's green ones. A smile spread across the other girls face and she quickly excused herself, and made her way over to Bella.

"You're new, aren't you?" the girl inquired, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"Yeah, I recently moved here from Cali. I'm uh, Bella." The girl raised a eyebrow in question, but must have decided against prying.

"Well, I'm Alice, and it is nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Though, I think you might change your mind if you got to know me." Bella remarked smiling. Alice laughed softly, flickering her eyes down to the ground momentarily, before meeting Bella's gaze again.

"Honestly, I could say the same to you, as well." After a moment, Alice fished her phone from her pocket, "Why don't we see just how much we will come to regret by getting to know each other, mm?"

Bella stared distractedly at Alice's hands for several seconds before realizing she was being handed something, and hurriedly grabbed the device. A blush crept up the werewolves cheeks as she punched her number into the contacts. When she handed it back, Alice winked and shoved the phone back into her pocket.

"My next class starts soon, so I am going to go, but I'll be sure to talk to you later."

"I'll hold you to that," Bella chimed as Alice walked out the door. The werewolf was still very confused about what was so special about this girl, but she had to get to her other classes too. After quickly gathering her things, Bella tore out the door.

Undoubtedly, after meeting Alice, the rest of the school day just drug on. Each class got more and more boring with each passing hour. When the last class was finally dismissed, Bella was itching to go for run. A real run. One where the wind whipped through her fur.

It was hard to get out of the school building with so many people, students were loitering everywhere, crowding around the lockers or congregating in doorways. It took every ounce of her strength not to shift and maul everyone down right there, but when Bella was finally outside, she walked as briskly as she could towards the trees.

As soon as no one else was in sight and the tree's swallowed her, she started running. After a dozen strides, Bella's feet were gone and, instead, paws beat against the earth. The clothes that were once covering skin, fell off the wolfs sprinting figure and were lost in the leaves. It didn't take long before Bella could feel nothing but wolf and happily she howled.

Bella ran for hours, getting to see the cliff side and map out the trees. If she was going to live here, she wanted to know the forest, top to bottom.

Exhausted, the brown wolf meandered to the edge of the forest, her little house slowly coming into view. Snap. Bella froze, letting her ears flick around, listening. Snap. Twisting around on her hind legs, Bella snarled at the intruder, her teeth bared. However, the world seemed to stop when her eyes, once again, met golden iris' and as Bella's green eyes roamed over Alice's small frame, it was hard to ignore the fact she was covered in blood.