My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. Talking most of the way I really didn't have anything to contribute to the conversation I talk less when I'm nervous. "Bella you don't have to do this" my mother urged yet again. I could see how difficult this was for her. But I had to do this I needed her safe. She didn't know the real reason I was going to live in forks and I knew better than to tell her. She had never been good with all the supernatural stuff. I tried to tell her about my current predicament. That didn't go so well, though I managed to convince her it was a dream, nightmare more like.

As we arrived at the airport my mother's eyes were damp and had a mist look to them. Obviously a failed attempt to wipe away tears. I embraced her in a hug promising again and again to call every night. "Say hello to Charlie for me" she said pulling back, "I will, I love you mom" I smiled before walking over to board the plane.

It's a four hour flight from phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a plan up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to forks. Flying didn't bother me the hour in the car with Charlie however I was a little worried about. He knew all there was to know about me including the super natural side of my life. No doubt will try and verge of the topic of werewolf's. Though that's the only reason I came. I gave Charlie a quick hug before depositing my bags in the back seat of his cruiser, I groan in irritation the door refusing to close. I push at the door again using my hip to add weight. Once door finally shuts I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration successfully making a dint in the chief's car. I decide to feed him first before I tell him I broke his car. "Hey, dad" I greet him sliding into the front seat. He smiled starting up at cruiser and fleeing the airport. I had already said my good byes to the sun. Looking out the window as the grey clouds and pouring rain seeming constant.

As we pulled into the driveway I smiled as the many childhood memories flooded back. Charlie helped me get my bags up the stairs leaving me to unpack. I was glad for this having my own space to get comfortable in my new living conditions. I managed to fill every draw in my room when I'm done. I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Finding myself with a sudden sweet tooth I wonder around the kitchen probably looking rather lost. My luck proves itself as I find some cookie dough. I start to roll them out placing them on a tray, and setting the oven before putting them in the oven to cook. I pop my head around the corner Charlie seeming to be talking to someone… no… three people. I slide myself up onto the counter waiting for the visitors to show themselves. After what feeling like five minutes Charlie's still talking and my curiosity gets the better of me. I round the corner and a huge smile plants itself on my lips. I bolt up to the door making Charlie stumble. I quickly grab his arm steading him; he laughs "I'm out" before evacuating into the lounge room to watch T.V

I blushed at my actions but quickly get over it as I pull Ash, Beca and AnnaBeth in for a hug. I met them a couple of summers ago we went to school together for a while before I had to move back to phoenix. These three are my best friends not only that their brothers and sisters. Each one of us has something in common we're werewolves. These three are my pack…