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Chapter 1- Fear

Cortny sat straight up. Sweat rolled off of her forehead, dripping into her eyes and causing them to sting. The dream sorted through her thoughts, seeking to trigger her inner wolf to come out. She swallowed down her anger. Dang it Jacob! She thought. You and you're stupid obsessing over the Cullens, its messing with my thoughts and dreams. The dream still danced in her thoughts, pulling whatever emotions it wanted. Cortny trembled, feeling the wolf inside wanting to come out, willing her to shift.

Cortny pushed down the fire, but it fought back. A unintentional growl ripped through her throat, forcing it's way up to rip the air around her. The lamp shook from the force of anger that the growl carried. Cortny tried to push the fire back down again, willing it to submit, but it refused. She finally gave in and kicked off her shoes, not wanting to destroy them. She sprinted out the door, passing Jacob and Sam. Jacob yelled after her, but he didn't stop her knowing that she was about to explode. Sam only looked after her, obviously wondering what had triggered her shift. Cortny only gave them a warning glance. Don't come near me, she thought as she shifted into her wolf form.

Her fur rustled in the breeze, and a whole array of new smells hit her sensitive nose. She faintly smelt the Cullens, whose scent differed from most vampires. They smelt more like the forest flowers whilst other vampires smelt like heavily processed flowers that were given extra scent. Either way it made her nose itch and sometimes even burn. Vampires were always complaining about how werewolves smelt like dogs, and many a time Cortny had almost snapped back; saying "Well you smell like dead, rotting roses!" But every time she'd open her mouth to snap back, Jacob or Sam would glare at her. It was infuriating. The only vampires that didn't smell were the half-human ones, and sadly, here weren't many of those. They actually smelt, well, alive. Not like someone was trying to cover the smell of death with overly pungent flowers.

Cortny's thoughts drifted to her friend, Desiree, who was a half-human. She had made the choice to live with the Volturi, and Cortny hated the Volturi. They were basically the rulers over all the vampires. Cortny snorted. They smelt bad too. The Volturi hunted humans, luring them into their home with promises of sightseeing and the wonders of their castle. It made Cortny sick. They hunted men, women, and children, not caring who the people may have become. They were merciless.

Desiree was different. She was at least somewhat respectful, and she tried not to eat humans around the pack. She was one of the most gifted vampires in the Volturi, having more than one gift. In fact she had at least ten. Cortny huffed, breathing in the air once more. She knew what it was like to be feared for a gift. Desiree liked to be feared by the other members of the Voturi, but Cortny just wished she wasn't feared by the members of her pack. She wasn't of the Quillette tribe, so when she transformed it was different. She could attack with her mind, bending the other pack members to her will if she so wished. She usually didn't, but the gift was just like her shifting. It was uncontrollable. Unpredictable. And the others feared her for it. Jacob said it was because whatever blood she had in her was Alpha blood. She was meant to be the leader of another pack, but the pack she belonged to wasn't there. Usually the only person who dared shift when she was shifted was Jacob. Sometimes Sam would, but he also feared her.

She finally got up from the place she had been laying for this thought process. She didn't want to go back to the house where Jacob and Sam where. She actually wanted to talk with a sensible person, a person who was gentle and kind. Carlisle. She decided. He was sensible, calm, nice, and honestly the only vampire that Cortny truly trusted. The pack scorned her for this, but they didn't look past the fact that he was a vampire. Underneath all the pale glittery skin, he was a nice guy. What could Cortny say, she was fair-skinned herself. When she had shifted, she wanted to keep her hair long, so her pelt as a wolf was long, but long in a pretty, flowing way. Her fur usually fluffed up as the wind moved through it, giving her a younger look, and she was the youngest in the pack at the age of fifteen. It also suggested that she was from a pack that was meant for a colder area than Forks., And maybe thats why she was pale. She was from a place with not much sun.