A Paul Lahote Love Story: An Unthinkable Fate

•Moving•

Ana

I was so curious as to why we were moving. And to Sam's place was a bigger curiosity. I wasn't excited, but rather anxious. I'd met Sam, Emily, Jared, and Seth when I was younger, grew up with them even..... Well, technically I grew up with them in my life. My dad tried to keep the whole werewolf thing a secret, but I found out. Actually I.... I just knew, I guess you could call it instinct. Anyway, I've heard of Embry, Quil, and Paul, but I haven't met them. My dad told me that I was to be no way near the Paul dude. Old family rivalry I guess. Sam told me that he wanted to kill Bella and my mom. Dad has always despised Paul since then. Sam said Paul likes my mother now, but my dad has never forgiven him for what he did.

I'm actually kind of nervous to meet the rest of the pack. Also, I can't wait to see Carla again. I haven't seen her since spring break first let out, which has been about two weeks ago. For me and Carla to be separated that long is unbelievable. I wonder where she's been. She hasn't been to school either, and she never misses school. She always comes to my house when the pack's around at her's, which is almost always, because I'm not allowed to go there when they're there.

I finish packing my things in the last cardboard box when the car horn blows, signaling me to hurry up. I fold and tape the flaps and pick the monstrous box up and head down the stairs.

"Ana, hurry up. I want to start unpacking, even if I don't get finished, before it gets late," yells my mom in a strained voice.

"Shut up! I'm coming, I'm coming," I say, irritated. I reach the doorway, and somehow, manage to twist the doorknob and open the door. I reach the car. I put the box down and allow myself to rest a few seconds before my mom starts screaming at me again. I pant slowly from the heaviness of the box and the unbelievably, unbearable heat. Living in LaPush, heat is an understatement.

I hear my mom and dad come out of the door and attempt to put the heavy box in the trunk before I hear their complaints. It was a struggle to pick it up in my room and carry it down the stairs, I can't fathom how hard it's going to be to pick it up in a bustle and find a way for it to fit in the cramped space in the trunk. I take big breath and heave the box upward. And as I had guessed, I failed the attempt and dropped it on my foot. I cursed. My mother through up her hands in anger. "Why, why Ana Grace Black, why didn't you have this put up already " So much for avoiding complaints.

"It's heavy. I was taking a breather."

My dad cuts in, "We don't have time for breathers Ana. Here let me get it." Dad picks it up and sets it in the trunk with ease.

"It's six o'clock, we got to get going if we want at least the majority of our stuff to be unpacked," says Mom.

"Yeah, come on, let's get in the car Gra," says Dad. He cups the back of my head and pats it gently. He sounds tired. Which he probably is. He had to patrol this morning and finish packing.

Dad opens the door for me and goes around the front of the car to his side. I crawl in the middle backseat and buckle up. I want to fall over. I'd say Mom and Dad do, too. Dad starts the car and pulls out of the driveway and onto the blacktopped road surrounded by trees on either side. The drive to Sam and Emily's place is about forty-five minutes from here. Now that were on the road I have become excited to see Sam's place. I've only been there twice, but not where they actually live. I've been to the beach fairly close to their property. I wonder what it looks like. I bet it has a homey feeling like Sam and Emily's aura puts off.

I know why I've never been allowed to go there. My dad and mom didn't want me to grow up in a werewolf atmosphere. "The tensions of the pack", my dad said, "are too great for someone as sweet as you." He said that to me when I was little. Apparently, I have come to the age of understanding and am able to handle those tensions.