OKAY, SO THIS IS MY THIRD STORY AND THE OTHERS ARE STILL IN PROGRESS. DONT WORRY THOUGH. I JUST WANTED TO SEE WHAT ALL OF YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE I WENT ON WITH IT. IF I DONT GET MANY REVIEWS I'LL JUST DELETE IT.

MANY THANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEW THIS. :)

PROLOG

You would think life in a simple Indian reservation would be easy. Well, I live in La Push Washington, a part of the Quileute tribe. We have been told stories from the time we were able to remember about our ancestors; spirit warriors, and how we ended up coming from wolves and how blood drinkers came and killed some of the other Indian tribes to the north of us on the Mahka reservation. Then there is the story about me and my friends.

I'm Embry Call. I live with my two best friends in the world, Jacob Black and Quil Ateara. I'm thirty-two years old and as of right now very single.

To get back to my tribe. About sixteen years ago, Jake, Quil and I were your normal sixteen year old happy go lucky kids, when all of a sudden we ended up becoming something we always thought was a myth to scare the hell out of us. All at individual times we changed. We had a massive growth spurt and became really muscular. Not that I'm complaining about it, its just that it was all really weird back then. We changed into wolves. Now that I think about it, it is pretty cool. We never age, we get to run around and protect the territory and we've even fought against the blood drinkers. We did befriend a coven of bloodsuckers back then. They didn't drink off of human blood. They would drink off of animal blood. I miss the fun we the pack used to have with them and one human girl named Bella Swan. They ended up leaving so they wouldn't break the treaty they had with Jacobs great grandfather. They were never to kill or change a human ever. But in the end, we all new that Bella wanted this, so they left anyway. We still keep in touch every now and again but, sometimes I wish they were still here so the pack would have something to do other than just phase and run around looking for trouble. We do sometimes find strays roaming the territory and we always have fun chasing them off, or more or less killing them by shredding them to pieces and burning their remains.

Another interesting tid-bit about us wolves, we imprint too. I've seen it through the Alpha's mind, along with a quite a few other pack members. When we imprint that person becomes our world. It's like our soul is somehow cut away from this world, like with a knife or something. The strings are connected to our mate's and they are the ones who hold us here on this earth. I as of yet have to find mine. Maybe I never will, then again I might. I just wasn't looking hard enough.