*I own nothing of Stephanie Meyer's or Kelley Armstrong's!

*This is a Twilight/Women of the Otherworld crossover. It cam to me one night. Not sure if anyone will be interested in it. This is all I have written up to this point. Let me know if I should continue with it!

The musty smell of the forest rushed past me as I ran through the brush. The green leaves and white snow that covered the ground were a blur of color. That's when I caught the scent of something else. Something I'd never smelled before. A werewolf. Not that I'd never smelled a werewolf before; I am a werewolf. This was different though. It wasn't like me or my brother or my parents. I back tracked to find the scent again; just to make sure. I put my nose to the ground and inhaled deeply. It was strange. I followed it. It went for miles and miles. I had nothing but time. Whenever I stayed and my Uncle Dennis's house he let me and Logan, my brother, do pretty much whatever we wanted. Not that there was a lot to do in the wilderness of Alaska besides run and hunt. The scent got stronger and stronger the longer I followed it. Finally I came to the coast. The salty breeze rushed through my fur giving me a chill. A Quarter mile away I could see the waves of the pacific ocean crashing onto the shore. In watching the water I realized how thirst I was. Leaving the cover of the underbrush I stepped into the open. It was only a split second after that I heard footsteps following me. The fur on my back rose up and I let out a fierce snarl as I turned. The snarl caught in my throat when I saw who it was following me out of the woods. A giant russet wolf at least three times the size of me stood ten feet away, teeth bared and growling. He took a step toward me; making me let out a bark of warning and more growling. He back away, back into the woods. I stood frozen, waiting. Moments later a dark skinned, beautiful young man, maybe eighteen or nineteen stepped from the brush. His chest heaving and dripping with the light spit of rain that had begun falling, his black hair cut short and spiky. I watched him intently, waiting for him to make the first move.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

I stared at him.

"I know you understand me and I know you're a human. I can smell it on you. What are you doing here?"

I trotted in to the woods to Change. It took me a lot longer than it had taken him. I'd have to ask him his trick before I killed him; he was a mutt after all. I walked out of the woods completely naked, like always. It's something you get used to when you can't carry your own clothes around. His eyes went wide momentarily at me but he quickly recovered.

"You ready to answer my questions?" He asked.

"You ready to answer mine?" I asked.

"Who are you?"

"Katherine Danvers." He didn't even flinch. Usually when a mutt hears the name Danvers he curses or at least makes a face. Having a run in with a Pack member meant almost certain death. "Who are you?"

"Jacob Black. You're on my land."

"Your land…since when? As far as I'm aware you're in America, making this Pack land."

"Pack. I have a pack and this is our land. You're on the Quilleute Reservation."

"Whatever that means. Mutts don't have their own territory." I said crossing my arms across my chest. "I suggest you high tail it out of here before I change me mind about killing you."

He laughed, looking my up and down. True he was about two feet taller than me and twice as wide, probably weighed a good hundred and fifty pounds more but I could take him down if I were in my wolf form.

"Is something funny?" I asked.

"You're what? 115 pounds? You really think you're at all intimidating?"

"Look, I gave you fair warming, leave now or I'm gonna have to kill you."

"I'd like to see you try." He smiled.

I stalked into the woods and Changed as fast as I could. When I walked out from the brush again he was sitting on his haunches, a wolfish grin on his face, waiting for me. I crouched and growled deeply at him then launched myself into the air to land on top of him. Mid-leap I was knocked away from the red wolf and slammed up against a tree. I landed hard on the ground and recovered quickly. Now Jacob Balck was flanked by two others, but they weren't wolves. One very muscular dark haired guy and another slim, auburn haired; both with glowing amber colored eyes and pale white skin.

"What do you have here, Jake?" the slim one asked with a wicked smile on his face. "A werewolf? A real one?" Who was he talking to? "Well, that would explain the smell."

I leaped again, this time toward the slim one. He held his hand out as I landed on him he grabbed me by the throat, holding me in the air. What the hell was going on here? I wriggled my body to free myself but his grip was iron. Jacob Black went into the woods and came back as a human again seconds later. How did he do it so fast?

"Does someone want to tell me what's going on here?" the dark haired guy said.

"We have a new werewolf in town." the slim one said.

All I could think of was how much I wanted to kill this man right at that moment.

"You obviously don't know what you're dealing with." He smirked, looking me in the eye.

What the…?

He laughed and put me back down on the ground. I was stunned.

"Now, we can settle this like adults and get on the same page or we can kill you now and forget this all ever happened."

I let out a huff and walked into the woods again. How many time would I have to Change today? It was exhausting.

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