Violet

It was silent for half a second, and he stared at me, before gaining his posture once again. It was so fast I might have been the only one to notice it.
He walked up and narrowed his eyes, like he was concentrating real hard. "Are those contacts?" he finally said. I was taken aback by his statement. "No." I said, slightly offended.

"What about your hair color? Did you dye it?" he questioned. I sighed. "No. My eyes and hair are both natural." He raised an eyebrow.
His hair was black and cropped just like all the others, and he also was very tan. But, unlike everyone else, he wasn't practically half naked.

He was wearing blue jeans and and old hollister hoodie. He had sandals on, too. I wondered why he wasn't dressed like everyone else...

"So, how was school?" Emily asked him, obviously the mother figure in this family. Even though they all weren't related, they were still a family. I could tell.

"Good, I guess. I think I failed my math test." he replied, sitting down on the couch. Embry tossed him a soda and he popped it open.

I was getting kinda bored. "Are there any books around here?" I asked, in a reading mood. Emily nodded and pointed me down the hall.
I jogged down to the end, where a tall bookcase was pushed against the wall. I began scanning the titles on the spines.

I could hear low voices in the other room, and they gradually became more fierce, still in hushed tones, though. I sadly couldn't make them out.

I could tell an argument was going on.

My eyes stopped on one title. White Fang by Jack London. I smiled and pulled the book out from between Romeo&Juliet and Treasure Island.

I walked back towards the room, and once I got a few feet from the door, the mumbling and whispers stopped.

I came in and sat back on the floor, leaning against the couch between Seth's long legs. There was something about him that made me smile. He just has the happy feel emitting off him. Like the moon, making the dark enjoyable.

He smiled at me.

I cracked open the book and skipped the first few chapters with the guys trying to survive the wolves. I never really liked those chapters. I started reading when it got to the pack's perspective.

Paul had turned on the football game, so everyone was busy paying attention to the small television screen.

I could feel Seth's shadow move over me as he leaned down. "Whatcha readin'?" he asked. I smiled at the question. "Only the best book in the entire world. White Fang." I stated, proudly.

"I'm guessing that's your favorite book." Seth chuckled. I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I love it!" I said. He smiled. "What do you like about it?" he asked.

"The wolves." I stated. Something flashed through his eyes. What was that? Recognition? Curiosity? Smugness?

"Do you like wolves?" he asked, humor in his voice. I smiled wider. "Heck yes! I love 'em! They are awesome! I want one sooo bad, but I think you have to have a permit."
"Is that so..." he said quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself. "How many times have you read it?" Jake asked.
I looked at him. "Um... probably about... 7 times. I read at a 10th grade reading level." I stated, proud.
Embry laughed and punched Paul in the arm. "Ha! An 11 year old has a higher reading level then you do!" he chuckled. Paul glared at him.

Seth looked surprised.
"11? Wow, you're pretty tall for an eleven year old." he stated, surprised. This made my grin widen. "Yep. She fits in with all us tall freaks perfectly!" Jake laughed. I giggled.
Soon enough the game had attracted everyone's attention once again. But sadly, that made it more difficult then it had been before.
Every few seconds the room would be filled with yells and screams, making my wince. I was getting a headache.

I stood up and walked outside, sitting on the porch swing as the cold breeze lightly blew my hair. I sighed, loving the cold.
I wondered how all the boys could walk around like they did, with nothing but shorts. They must freeze half to death!
I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I read White Fang's mother leaving, and how he tried to follow her. I always cried when I read that part. It was just so sad.
"What's wrong?"
I jumped, not expecting a voice. I looked up to see Seth. It was silent for a moment, before he burst out laughing.

I put a hand over my now frantic heart. "You scared the living crap outta me!" I said, trying to steady my breathing. His laugh faded to a chuckle before it was completely gone.
I had already gone back to reading before he stopped laughing. I read the paragraph again, more tears falling from my eyes.

I felt a warm thumb wipe them away, and I looked up at Seth's smiling face. "Hey, don't cry. Jasper will be home soon!"
I hadn't even though about that. It made me think about White Fang, and his mother leaving him. But in a different way. I was like him. I knew what he felt, his mother leaving and him not able to follow.

Memories flashed through my head, playing as if I were re-living them. I felt more tears well up in my eyes.

I wiped the tears away, not letting myself cry. I fake smiled at him. "I'm not crying about him. It's just this book. When White Fang's mother leaves. I always cry when it happens."

I needed to find Uncle Jasper. He was the last hope I had. The last Whitlock, of course, I said Hale in front of others.

He was in this town, and if he was faking his last name, I'm sure it was for a reason. He smiled and sat down next to me.
"Yeah, that's a good book." he murmured, swinging the bench swing. "How come everyone is half naked except you and Emily? And kinda Leah... well she's half naked for a girl. I mean, don't they get cold?" I asked, shutting the book.
He didn't even hesitate before answering, like he already knew exactly how he was gonna answer me, word by word.

"We have high body temperatures. It's a Quileute thing. We're not allowed to dress like that in school, where I just came from, and Leah is just a tomboy. Emily isn't." He stated, calmly, answering all my questions at once.

I raised an eyebrow at him, not exactly believing him. "I'm serious." he pressed, smiling. I shook my head. "I don't believe you." I teased.
He stood up and slid off his hoodie, revealing a grey t-shirt with a wolf on it. "I want that shirt!" I shrieked.

He shrugged. "Okay." he stated. I raised an eyebrow, confused. He took off his shirt and threw it in my face.

I felt my cheeks heat-up, turning pink before removing the t-shirt out of my vision. "Dude! This t-shirt it warm!" I stated.

He smiled. "See? Naturally high body temperature!" he said. I shook my head. "No, it was under a hoodie. That's why it's warm." I said.

"Why don't you believe me?"

"Because the only way for them to have to dress like that is if their body temperature was extremely high! Not just a few degrees!"

"Fine then, I'll prove it." he smirked. I crossed my arms. "And how are you going to do that?" I asked, not buying it.

The book fell to the ground, slipping out of my hands when he grabbed me.
Is arms where around my neck, pressing my head against his bare chest. I blushed uncontrollably. I felt my face heat up, but not from my blush.
I shoved away, stumbling back a few steps. "That burns!" I said, rubbing my cheek with my hand. "See? I told you!" he laughed.

That was just... UN-natural. He couldn't be that hot. The thought made me feel a little nervous. I was still blushing.
"Are you really 11?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. I nodded. "Why?" I asked. He shrugged. "You're pretty tall for an eleven year old. And you act older." he stated.

I smiled a little. "Yeah, well I'm almost 12. In 3 weeks actually. And I get that a lot, I'm just really mature and tall for my age." I replied.

He smiled wider, excitement in his eyes. I sighed and leaned down to pick up the book, dusting the dirt off the old cover.

A freezing wind suddenly sent a chill down my spine, making goosebumps appear on my arms. "Let's go inside." I insisted.
He nodded, seeing how cold I was. He grabbed his shirt and hoodie and followed behind me at my heels.

I set the book down on the counter, done reading for the day. I cracked my knuckles and took in a deep breath, only to catch a strong, familiar scent.
"Is there a dog here?" I asked. He stopped and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "I was just asking because it smells like dog here." I quickly explained.
He looked worried for half a second, but then composed himself. It was so quick if I had blinked I would have missed it. Most people wouldn't have even noticed.

He shook his head. "Uh..." he awkwardly laughed. "No. There's no dog here. It just smells that way. Always has." And with that, he turned on his heel and left the room.

I was confused. What was up with him? I shrugged and sighed, bored.

I looked at the blue writing on my hand. The number Bella had written on my hand in case of an emergency.

It was obvious she didn't trust these guys that well, not with me anyway. My eyes scanned the room, looking for a phone. I found it and jogged over.

I dialed the number.

"Hello?" her voice said from the other line. Man, she sounded different over the phone. A lot more tired sounding then in person.

"Bella? It's Violet." I said. The other line was silent for a minute, and I could tell she had tensed up, even without her saying anything. Her silence just felt tense.
"What's wrong? What happened? What did they do?" she said, panicking. I sighed. "Relax. You sound like my mom. Nothing's wrong. I know I was only supposed to call for emergencies, but I'm bored." I said, twisting the phone cord with my finger.

I hear her sigh on the other end. "Listen, I'm kind of busy." she stopped, even though she ended the sentence like she was gonna continue.
She was thinking about something. I could tell. "Get Paul mad." she finally said. I raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" I said, confused. "Get him mad. Piss him off. You deserve to know." she said, voice regretful.
It was like she said it, and as soon as she did she wanted to take it back. "But don't tell anyone I told you to!" she added quickly, her voice cracking.

"I won't." I said quietly. "Good." she sighed, her voice strained. "I gotta go. Bye." The line went dead.

I put the phone down. What did she mean 'you deserve to know'? I shrugged. Guess I was about to find out.

Seth had gone back to the living room, so he was in his spot when I walked in. No one paid any mind to me. I smiled evilly, knowing exactly what to do.
I walked over and sat next to Paul. He was so focused on the game he didn't even notice. One of the players did something and the ref blew the whistle.
Everyone in the room went "AWE!" I looked at Paul and said "What happened? " He glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. "Off sides." he said. I nodded, like I understood.

"What does off sides mean?" I asked. He gave me a look. "If someone is offsides, they are out of bounds." he murmured.

"Out of bounds...?" I questioned. "What the hell, are you stupid?" he said to me, slightly annoyed. I took offense to that.

"I am not stupid!" I said. He smirked. "Yeah, you are." He said in a smart-mouth tone of voice. "Guys..." Sam said. "No, I am not! You're the stupid one!" I shrieked.
"And how is that?" he questioned, getting mad. "I have a higher reading level then you!" I pointed out. He locked his jaw.

"If x=120, and y=30, then what is xy?" I asked him, being a smart-mouth. He was silent. "Yeah, that's what I thought." I murmured, victorious.

"You better shut your mouth." he growled. My brow furrowed, getting mad myself. I stood up. "Make me!" I said.
He started shaking. "Take what you said back." he spat. I practically growled at him. "Make me, you buffoon!" I yelled.

He shook harder, more rapidly. He stood up. My expression changed. "PAUL!" Jake and Sam screamed at the same time.

"You little brat." he snarled. A ripple shot down his spine. I took a few steps back, and I heard a loud rip. Like someone took a shirt and ripped it in half. And then Paul exploded.

Dark silver fur blasted out, making him 10 times larger then he had originally been. I soon found myself staring in the black eyes of a snarling wolf.
"RUN VIOLET!" I heard Seth scream over the wolf's snarls. I turned around and shot out of the room as fast as I could, running how baseball players do.

It went after me, clawing across the wood floor, struggling to get through the door. I jumped off the porch, not wasting my time with the stairs.

I couldn't outrun it. I didn't turn around, knowing that only people that get caught look back. I huffed, running as fast as I could.
I heard several more ripping sounds, and more snarls. I didn't turn. I made it to the edge of the trees and sprinted through the woods.

My side cramped, but I didn't stop. All I could think about was the wolf. It... It came out of Paul. Or Paul turned into it... I didn't know.

Werewolf. He was a werewolf. That's why it smelt like dog in that house! And the rip of fabric, that had to be his pants. That had to be why they wore so little clothes.

Monsters. Not human.

That was all I could think of, those 3 words. That's all that played in my head, over and over I told myself that.

Finally, I was so out of breath it hurt. I fell to my knees, unable to run another inch. I crawled across the forest floor, towards a tree that had been partially up-rooted, the roots making a cage-like structure.

I climbed between the roots, hiding in the small hole. My breathing ragged, loud, and uneven. I hugged my knees to my chest, shaking.

I was covered in dirt and sweat, and my legs ached and my throat burned. I leaned my head back against the trunk I was inside. It was dark inside my cage-like hiding place. But that meant they couldn't see me.

I heard footsteps in the distance, they were heavy and swift. Someone was running in the direction of my hiding place.

I stopped breathing, a line of sweat on my forehead. I swallowed hard, my heart beating 100 miles per hour.

The footsteps got louder as the person – or wolf – got closer. I dug my fingers into the dirt, clups of brown digging under my fingernails.
I locked my jaw, not trusting myself to stay quiet. My instincts were screaming at me to run, but my brain was yelling at me to stay were I was, remain quiet, and hope to god I don't get found.

I know saw feet, stopping in front of my hiding place. I could only see the feet, tan and barefoot, through the tangled, thick roots.

I swallowed hard, not breathing. I was shaking rapidly, terrified. I heard the person inhale deeply, like they were smelling the air.

They turned and came towards my hiding place, and my heart stopped. I had been found. It was all over now. I reached for my back pocket, preparing to call the police.

To my pure and utter horror, it wasn't there. And I remembered setting it on the coffee table back at Emily's.

I grabbed a sharp, hard, thick root near my foot, and held it like a weapon. I clutched it so hard my knuckles turned white.

They stopped in front of the tree, and began to lean down. Memories flashed before my eyes, everything I had gone through re-lived in not even half a second. And I suddenly was stronger and braver.

I had come to far in my life for it to end like this. After everything I've been through, I was still here. And I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

I lunged at my seeker.