Hello friends! As it says in the summary for this story, I'm going to be reconstructing this story because let's be honest, it's current state is nothing but CRINGE. I can't look back at this story and not wish it was destroyed. SO, that being said, I'm here to change some things. First, yes, I know my OC is a Mary-Sue. But please remember I wrote this when I was 12, and at that age this shit was cool to me. I see the error of that now, and originally, I was going to fix this with the sequel. But it just annoys me too much, and it turns people off and no one gives the story a chance. So, I'm completely doing away with it in a way that will still fit with the sequel. And the plot will change just a little bit. This is turning into a much longer A/N so I'll just stop now. Bottom line: I'm fixing my shit. I hope you enjoy it!

Life changed for me when I was nine years old. So many things in my world had shifted. Up until then it had been my mom, dad, older brother, and me. And then some asshole decided to get drunk off his ass and drive in his big-rig, consequentially killing my mother in a head-on collision. I was nine years old and left with a broken family to mourn what we'd lost. A mother, a wife, a best friend. My mother meant the world to me, and because of an asshole making a stupid, dangerous decision, she was gone.

As if that wasn't enough, I got my period about four months later. But apparently, that still wasn't enough for the universe because I'd gotten it when my family and I were on a camping trip as an attempt to bond and have fun together despite the utter loss we all felt. I could still remember that fateful day; the day that everything seemed to truly change. I'd woken up with terrible cramps and gone out to pee in the privacy of the woods, and lo and behold, there was the evidence on my polka-dotted panties. I remembered doing my business and leaning back against a tree, struggling with my emotions.

I was crushed, angry, scared. My mother would've known what to do. She would've been able to calm me down and explain what was going on. My mother should've been there with me. But she wasn't, and this made me realize that more than anything.

I was so angry I was shaking, violently. I couldn't stop myself, couldn't calm down. I remembered calling out to my dad, panicked and scared at what was happening to me. He'd touched my forehead worriedly and snatched it back with a hiss, mumbling something to my brother about a crazy fever. And then the breeze carried over a smell I'd never forget—bleach and sickly sweet decay, and it was all over.

The pain I'd felt was so excruciating, but it was all over in a flash, and suddenly I wasn't me anymore. I wasn't sure what I was, but the smell drew nearer, and unexpectedly I found myself staring into a pair of blood-red eyes belonging to a woman with white skin and blonde hair, staring at my family with a mix of hunger and shock. A sudden fury coursed through me, and before I could stop myself I launched myself at her, catching her limbs in my mouth and tearing them off as quickly as I could. Her screams assaulted my ears, but in my frenzied state, I couldn't bring myself to care. My only thoughts were to eliminate the threat. Protect the humans.

One of her limbs that I'd thrown away from me had landed in our campfire and blazed up in tall flames. In a flurry, I threw the rest of them in there, hoping that would get rid of her. As soon as she was completely burned, I collapsed, the adrenaline leaving me as the frenzied mental state cleared. It was then that I took into account what I'd turned into.

A giant wolf. A monster.

It took almost a whole day for me to change back into myself again. Calming down was out of the question for a few hours; I was completely convinced I'd gone insane. I was a fucking wolf for crying out loud! The whole time, my father and brother stayed at my side, comforting me, telling me the stories of our tribe, the Quileute. It seemed that this was the only explanation for my transformation. My gene had been activated a while ago, though at the time we didn't know how, and the appearance of the vampire had set me off. By the time I'd come back to my own skin, on two feet instead of four paws, we were due back to our house. Reality wouldn't wait for us. Our friends were expecting us, and school wouldn't wait. Unfortunately, it had to wait for me. I was alone. There was no one to help me with this crazy transition. No one else in the tribe had changed. It was years before anyone else did.

My life was never the same after that fateful day. My friends remained at my side, and I tried to live as normal a life as I could. But there was almost always trouble afoot on our reservation, and without meaning to, I'd taken the role of protector by myself. About a month after my transformation, once I'd more or less learned to control my phasing, my father had taken me to our Elders, hoping they would know what to do.

They were shocked, to say the least, that I had phased. I, a nine-year-old female, was the first and only wolf of our most recent generation since the last. Because I was the first female, they couldn't answer all my questions, but they'd helped shed light on my duties, my enemies, and what I was to expect. They hadn't pressured me to take on the role of protector. I was extremely young, and had no mentor to help me. But I couldn't just sit there if my people needed protection from Cold Ones. This was my life now. This is what I had to do.

And this is what I've been doing for the past eight years. Protecting my tribe on my own, and then with a friend once Sam Uley had changed. It was quite an experience for both of us. I'd been running the perimeter at night in the woods, like usual, when all of a sudden there was a weird tingle in the air, and then a deep voice exclaimed in my head.

What the fuck?!

I'd been scared so badly, I'd tripped over my own feet, narrowly avoiding a tree on my way down. Annoyance, fear, and curiosity flared from my psyche, and I felt panic and fear from the other wolf. Through his eyes, I saw where he was—in the woods just beyond First Beach, and I made my way over to him to help.

What am I? What the hell is going on? What's happening to me? I'm going insane!

Hey! I shouted; this was the first time I'd ever communicated in wolf-form. Calm down, alright? You're not going insane. I'm on my way over to you so I can help you. I know this is pretty crazy—

Oh, great, now I'm hearing voices in my head too? I'm definitely going insane. What the ever-loving fuck—

By then I'd finally reached him, whimpering and looking around himself frantically. I felt a flood of sympathy for him. I knew exactly how he felt. He looked up as I broke through the trees to his side, and I saw myself through his eyes: a small honey-brown wolf with black flecks around my muzzle and ears. I took him in, walking around him in a lazy circle; he was tall and big, completely black. Reaching his front, I looked him in the eyes and tried to be as calming as possible.

What's your name? I asked him.

Sam Uley, he replied, dipping his head as he looked at himself again. I could feel his panic rising again.

Nice to meet you, Sam. I'm Serenity White. And you, my friend, are a werewolf now.

It took a lot of explaining on my part to get him to understand that he wasn't dreaming or going insane. I explained all the legends and our abilities, basically everything I'd learned since phasing myself.

When did you first… phase? He hesitated on the word, still getting used to the idea.

Well… about eight years ago, when I was nine. I'm fifteen right now. I thought about that fateful day, projecting the images without meaning to. It didn't take us long to find out that our thoughts were completely linked and broadcast to each other through our pack link.

So I guess this means we're a pack now, I joked as we ran through the woods together.

I guess so… He was trying to think of happy calming things like I'd told him so he could phase back. I'd have to keep working with him on it so that he could learn to function back in normal society again. It had taken me a month on my own to get myself under control. I'd be damned if I let it take that long for him. I was alone; I didn't have anybody to teach me. But he had me, and we were a pack now. I'd be there for him when he needed me.

He caught wind of my thoughts and sent a thanks in return. It took about four more hours before he'd finally phased back to his human self, and I had to run to get him a pair of shorts from my older brother Austin for Sam. I'd changed behind a tree and greeted him with a smile, tossing him his pair of shorts while averting my eyes.

"Thanks," Sam said, sounding completely disoriented. I nodded, giving him a sympathetic smile.

"If I've learned anything from this whole wolf gig," I told him, "it's that it does eventually get easier. It won't feel this shitty forever. Also, nudity is a thing you're gonna have to get used to. I tie my clothes to my ankle, so you might wanna consider that."

We sat together in silence, watching as the forest slowly lightened up with the new day. A thought occurred to me then.

"Hey, you can be the Alpha of our little group if you want," I offered. "I'm cool with being your Beta. Something tells me we'll get a few more members to our pack soon…"

Sam tilted his head as he considered it. "I'm game," he finally said, and we remained in silence as we watched life in the forest continue on.

Alright, so there's the first chapter of the rewrite! These are going to be extremely slow-coming, as I'm still working on the sequel and a whole other story, but those are nearing their finish, so that's why I've started on this. The next chapter is on her birthday, of course, and she's seventeen then, so this is two years prior, when Sam first phases. Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Please leave a review, it would be really nice to see how you guys like it so far!

Ciao!

~Alee V.