The Middle

Complete Summary:

Myra is a typical girl who works in the CD store in Port Angeles, makes good grades, has a boyfriend and has a life. She stopped believing in magic long time ago, and is labeled Goth or Loner at school with her friend, Naomi. Maybe it's her white skin and natural raven black hair with the single purple streak. But there's a reason for everything, since she's half white, half Native American, and that she's not the most social girl out there. Then she meets Seth, and is suddenly drawn into a world of her fantasies long time ago.
Seth is tired of everything. Tired of his sisters sick depression, his mother insisting that she doesn't need his help, and the pack treating him like a little kid ever since Jake left with the Cullens the year before. Then the last thing he would ever have thought to happen, happens. He imprints. On a random girl. but after getting to know her, he warms up to her, and shows her that her old beliefs are more than legends. they're real.

Prologue

Myra

I could remember back to when I was four. I lived on the reservation with my mom and half-brother. My fondest memory was of the stories she told us about the tribe. No, not stories. Legends. Legends of Cold Ones and Spirit Warriors and Shape Shifters--or vampires and werewolves, as most people know it by. She would tell us these stories, and how, supposedly, every boy in the tribe would become a wolf.

I made my brother promise me that he would tell me when he did. We both believed in the legends so much.

When I was eight, my mo was having some trouble with finances. She really couldn't take care of either me or my half-brother anymore. That's when my dad stepped into my life again. I moved out of the reservation and with him. At first I thought it would be temporary, only until my mom got back on her feet. But I ended up living there until now.

I guess I forgot about the wolves. My dad's white--I was kind of an accident. They would always tell me I wasn't, but I know.--So he didn't know much about wolves or folklore. My life changed.

Here's the thing about me. I have dark raven black hair. As in, black. But my skin tone I not the copper color of Native Americans. It's my father's color. White. It's a very deep contrast to my hair. I guess thats why they call me a Goth at school. My hari kind of does look not natural.

But anyway, every story has a beginning. Right?

Well. This is the beginning of a journey for me. And it starts with the day I turned eighteen…

Well, what do you think? Review. For my past fans, this isn't the Myra in Holding On. It's a totally different story (: