Info: (Just in case you'd like to see...It helps me get my thoughts together ^^' )

Name: Evony Uley

Nickname: Eve

Hair: Long, wavy black, mid-back, silky

Eyes: Bright blue, clear, and very astute looking

Age: 17

Clothing: Has a chic sense of fashion, likes ruffles and earthy colors such as browns, blacks, and greens. Has dark skin so sometimes likes to accent it with brighter colors. Has a wide range of styles that change from day to day depending on her mood.

Personality: At her worst, can be nagging, prideful, quick to anger with a very, very bad temper. Also deceitful and knows how to lie, just as bad as her brothers when it comes to over-protectiveness. At her best, Evony is sweet, caring, protective, smart and has good battle plans, very engaging and has a demure side that leaves her looking slightly helpless and careless. Can be extremely sly and cunning and uses her boundless charms to get what she wants, which most always succeeds.

She has one sibling to speak of, and her only other immediate family is her mom. Her brother plays a large role in the pack. Her father abandoned her and her brother, Sam when they were young and their mother is very important to the pack, so she is often made to stand by the clan whether she likes it or not. Her mother if a very respectful woman and so Evony is rarely seen out of place in the pack. She is, save for Leah, the only other girl werewolf and therefore can be extremely challenged compared to the other's brute strength. However, she can certainly fend for herself and her attacks usually range from fast, powerful blows to outsmarting her opponent by keeping her distance until the last moment. She has a lovely Indian-like grace to her step and in her wolf form is known to have luscious black fur.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters included (...though owning Jasper Hale might be nice XD)

Chapter One |The FastestGun Around

'I'd never given much thought to how I would die – though I'd had reason enough in the last few months – but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.' Twilight, Stephenie Meyer

The moon was extremely bright up in the sky, so much so that it nearly blinded me with it's powerful rays. I shifted in my place and sighed deeply, running my fingers through my hair as I often did when something was bothering me.

"Evony! What's wrong, still sulking?" a voice drifted over to me, and in an instant I was overcome by the scent of Embry's cologne. There was a rustling beside me and I glanced over at him, scowling, "No chance. Can't you see I'm trying to be alone?"

Obviously he didn't understand the concept because a moment later he laughed loudly, making me cringe and glare at him all the more fiercely, "You just mad because Leah finally beat you."

I scoffed, though I had to admit that there was some truth to his words. Leah and I were good friends: we had known each other since childhood and she was the only wolf I could tolerate here. I guessed it she felt the same about me, since we were the only female members of the pack, but she always hated the fact that she was weaker than me. It didn't really make sense sometimes: she had a good three inches on me. I was, undoubtedly, the shortest wolf to be found in the Quileute tribe.

Embry playfully pushed me and I turned my narrowed eyes to stare moodily at the moon, "Just because she beat me one time doesn't make me weaker than anyone," I warned him dangerously, almost cringing when I heard how childish I sounded.

But he didn't miss it: he roared with laughter and there were a few chuckles from behind me as a couple of my companions came out of the forest and took seats beside me on the cliff edge.

"Oh stop brooding," Leah herself said, grinning smugly at the sight of my defeat, "Now you know how I feel."

I pouted and stood, tired of how everyone decided to get into my personal space, "Yeah, yeah..."

"Do we have school tomorrow...?" Seth asked, winding his way toward us and glancing at Sam. Said man shrugged, "I guess we do. I'm skipping."

I glanced at him suspiciously, "Why?"

He sent me a smirk as he saw my desire to join him, "Because I have plans to make with Billy and Sue. About the leeches," he added, his amused expression noticeably scrunching up in a mix of anger and disgust.

I grumbled, "...Can I come?"

That annoying smirk was back, and Sam shrugged, wolfishly looking at me, "I doubt it, shorty."

My eyes turned into dangerous slits. I walked up to him and leaned down to his level. He seemed to realize how close my face was to his and he arched a brow at my move.

"I'm not short."

Sam's lips moved upward in a wider, even more infuriating smile, and I hid a grimace.

"You are. Now I'm going to bed," he said, standing up and stretching, "There's a lot of work to be done tomorrow. I'll call the pack together if something comes up, school or not."

I sighed and there were nods about the group to show Sam had their attention.

Fingers delicately glazing over the strings of the violin in my hands, my eyes slowly drifted to a close as I drowsed myself in the fiery sounds the string instrument created. It was so very easy to loose myself in the talented music, yet I wasn't able to hold the calm for very long before I was interrupted.

"Eve!" my much hated nickname was shouted through the house, and I snapped in anger before gently putting the violin down and growling at the man who now stood in my bedroom doorway.

"What do you want?" I asked, temper flaring: why couldn't I ever get some peace around here? It was bad enough to be one of the only females of the pack, but now this? I glared at Paul, who snickered softly.

"Sam wants to talk to us. It's important."

I rolled my eyes, but got up nonetheless. I knew when to trifle with the pack leader and when not to. This one not one of those times, "Isn't it always?"

Paul chuckled and nodded in response, hooking an arm round my shoulders lazily as we walked out of the house together.

I gracefully flew into the clearing, eyes narrow as I pulled myself away from an annoying Paul. Said boy didn't look at all offended: my behavior was something the pack was very used to.

"Evony," my brother said, glancing up at me. He was leaning against his truck, arms crossed with a determined look adorning his face. I immediately knew there was something wrong.

"What is it?" I hurriedly asked, worry leaking into my tone as I eyed Sam with my delicate blue eyes, "Is something the matter?"

My brother pushed himself from the car and sighed, reaching out to me with his hand. I immediately took it and allowed him to pull me closer. Mouth at my ear, he wrapped an arm around me in brotherly protection as he shooed Paul away, "There's something I need to talk to you about. I don't need the others knowing yet. You will not tell anyone."

My gaze hardened, but I slowly nodded. I hated it when Sam gave out direct orders but I knew that if I didn't trust him we'd be nowhere. "Tell me," I ordered, and he went on without another word.

"Billy told me something interesting about Bella. And the leeches," he added, and I immediately sent him an annoyed look since he was taking way too long for my liking.

He rolled his eyes and shoved me toward his car: a battered blue van which belonged to our mother. She had the decency to give it to Sam when she bought her new car. I'd never really liked the vehicle, but found myself tearing the car door open as I slipped lithely inside. Sam mirrored my movements and started the van. The motor rumbled dully to life and my brother glanced at me as he backed into the road behind us. He quickly turned the car around and in seconds, we were zooming down the abandoned street toward the Quileute houses.

"Will you just tell me?" I whined, hating the building silence between us. This wasn't something that normally happened, after all. We were extremely close and always told each other everything.

Sam merely sent me a look that I knew all too well. I sighed and gave up, realizing my brother would soon find it in him to let me in on his little secret. I noticed we were heading toward Billy Black's house not a minute later and turned to Sam with questioning eyes.

The van skidded to a stop and I winced, knowing Billy would not be happy about the tire skids that no doubt littered the dirt driveway. I threw the door open and was in front of the car faster than you could blink. I was nearly jumping up and down in that agonizing desire to know what was going on, and Sam had to all but drag me into the house. Billy was waiting for us on the living room couch with Jacob, who was tapping his foot impatiently. As soon as we rushed through the door, Jake scoffed, "Bout time you two showed up. We've been waiting."

Sam's eyes darkened and he nodded seriously. I glared, my temper flaring as I spat, "What the hell is going on and why was I dragged here? This had better be important."

My brother rolled his eyes at me and pushed me toward the couch. Because I was so lightweight, I fell onto the cushions from the sheer force he had used on me and I glared even harder. I sat up straighter and crossed my arms, looking between the three in front of me in annoyance and curiosity. I had to admit that I was slightly interested in what they had to say. It wasn't normal for Sam to be so intent of bringing me to the center of their little meetings, even if I was his sister.

Billy sighed and gestured for Sam to sit. My brother nodded and took a seat beside me, sending me a look that had me soften my eyes immediately. I knew he hated when I was rude...which was most of the time. My lips curved upward in a cheeky smirk and I glanced at Billy, who was looking at us pointedly, as though wondering when we would pay attention to him. We often got so wrapped up in each other's presences that we forgot about the world around us. Our mother had often wondered why we had never been born as twins: we certainly acted like we were, after all.

Sam cleared his throat and nodded to Billy, who had leaned back in his chair casually as he waited. The elder sighed and spoke up, "Evony, I take it Sam didn't tell you what this was about?" he asked, no doubt thinking about my rude words when I entered the house.

I shook my head slowly, eyes latched onto his as he continued, "I thought as much. It seems as though something very...grave has happened involving the treaty."

I was a relatively new werewolf: my first ever transformation had been about half a year ago, but I still knew very much about the vampires who were our sworn enemies. We could read each other's minds in our wolf form: it wasn't so different.

I remained in respectful silence as I waited for him to go on, which he did shortly after, "Have you heard about Bella Swan? She's Jacob's friend," he said, not allowing me to answer. He already knew that I did not anyway, "She's been having a relationship with one of the vampires. Edward Cullen."

I knew how many their numbers were, but their names meant little to me. I quickly stored the information and nodded, soaking in more as he went on, "Last month...the Cullen's left."

I knew this as well. Immediately I felt the relief and happiness of their departure as though I was with them as they said goodbye. But the Cullen's hardly even knew I existed: Sam normally forced me to stay out of sight when we had any situations with said family. I scoffed at his over protectiveness. But I also knew, as a woman, that this Bella was probably undergoing agony without the leeches. I narrowed my eyes at the thought and shrugged, "So shouldn't we be happy they're gone?"

Jacob spoke up, voice hard and angry, "Bella isn't the same without them here. She's...changed. Broken."

I turned my astute eyes on him and rested my chin on my hand, "Right. Makes sense."

Sam glanced at me with wondering eyes and I shrugged in return, "If you lost someone you loved, wouldn't you feel broken?"

No one questioned me after that. Billy spoke again, "Anyway, we have a job for you, Evony," I arched a brow and leaned back in my comfortably seat, measuring his expression, "I want you to go with Jacob and befriend her. We need her alive."

His words confused me even more, "But...why wouldn't she be alive? And if she smells like a vampire, I don't think I-"

"She doesn't. Not anymore," my brother cut in, sighing, "The point is, she needs some friends and since you're a girl...but you mustn't tell her about us. Promise."

I figured he meant the fact that we were werewolves and glared at him halfheartedly, "Why would I tell her? I don't even know her! And why should I go out of my way just to befriend some vampire girl?"

Jacob glared at me. We had never really gotten along.

"Because she's our key to bringing down the Cullen's," Sam said, measuring Jacob's face with his eyes. I looked at him in surprise.

"The key to...bringing down the Cullen's...?" I hadn't realized just how determined my brother was when it came to getting rid of them, "But we had a treaty."

"The vampire are dangerous," Jacob said, calming down just enough so that he wouldn't transform in front of us. He didn't seem too far away from bursting into his wolf form though...

"And Bella would spend all her time with them. It won't be long before they return, even if just for a day, and she'll go back to them. But if we bring her over to our side..." Jacob trailed off, and I sent him a wicked smirk.

"She won't betray us. I understand," I said confidently, "So...what should I do, exactly?"

Sam held up his hand as Jacob began to speak, and I looked at my brother in curiosity. "You'll be transferred to Forks High School to watch over her and it'll be easer to get to know her."

At his words, my temper came back, and I sat up as I glared at him, "I'm changing schools? You are aware, aren't you, that Forks High is on the other side of the treaty line? If they come back they'll kill me!"

Billy sighed, "They won't be coming back for a long time. And you'll know when they do. You'll be able to make a run for it: you are our fastest wolf and you're perfect for the job."

I looked at my brother in shock, "Are you really going to let me do this? Making me?"

"It's the only way," he told me, and stood up, "You're starting in three days. I'm sorry," he added, seeing my surprised expression, "But as clan leader I'm ordering you not to screw this up."

I shut my eyes tightly and ground my teeth together in fury. When I at last calmed down, Billy and Jacob were the only ones in the room. "Jake," I said, standing as well as I pushed down my anger, "Mind if I borrow one of your bikes?"

He shrugged and nodded, walking with me outside, "What's wrong with your bike?"

I sighed and wrestled with those lingering emotions as I answered him, "I gotta fix it. The exhaust pipes need to be replaced."

Jacob laughed heartily. It seemed as though I was the only one in the pack who shared his love for mechanics. It was really one of the only things we liked about each other and always found level ground when speaking about such things.

"Want me to take a look at it?" he offered, but I waved his words away and sent him a lopsided grin.

"Nah. I got it under control. But," I scoffed, glancing at the tire marks from my brother's van as we passed them, "I'm gonna need your bike for a while until I can fix mine. Only a few days," I told him as we walked into the small garage he had set up to house his vehicles.

He shrugged, "Not big deal, really. I don't rid it much anyway."

I looked at the car that he was currently restoring and gaped, "Jake...did you just get this?"

He grinned at me, "Yeah. Found the base in the dump and hauled it back here about a month ago. I've been working on it ever since."

"...Wow," I murmured, trailing my fingers over the rough paint that framed the makeshift exterior, "You've come a long way. It looks just like my Dodge."

Since we shared a passion for cars, we knew exactly what the other had in their inventory, so Jacob was very familiar with my wild ride. He smirked and grabbed the handle bars of his bike, pulling it from it's place in the corner and wheeling it over to me, "Yeah sort of. Now you should get out of here," he ordered halfheartedly, smile never leaving his face, "Unless you want to hang around with Quil and Embry all day."

I made a face, unsurprised they would be dropping by for a visit, and shook my head. It wasn't as though I hated them: they just got on my nerves, "Tough luck. I'll be going now. I've got to get ready for my new school."

It wasn't hard to realize that I was extremely spiteful about the new subject, and Jacob didn't answer as he watched me slid onto the dusty bike seat and kick it into drive.

I cast him one more cheeky smirk before zooming out of the crude garage and dipping over his yard. As soon as I had gotten onto the rocky street, I disappeared out of his sight in the direction of my house.