Chosen Protector

Chapter 1: Breathe

It had been 10 years since Amelia has been back to her home in Hoboken, an Indian reservation. She had two good reasons for leaving though one she was treated horribly due to her looks. She had white as snow hair and blue as the sky eyes. Her skin was a beautiful bronze due to her being Native American. To the other kids she was a freak. It also didn't help that she was a loaner though now that that's her fault though. You see the tribal leaders, including her father, Did their best to keep her hidden away and once she started school they informed her that she could not interact with any of the other children until it was time for them to know her deep secret.

You see since she's been a shifter since was a year old. The only one in existence. There are specific shifters though. Like wolves and panthers etc. but she is a rarity. She can shift into any creature she so chooses. She prefers a wolf though. A beautiful white wolf. Legend has it that when the white shifter is born, there will be a war against vampires, one that could tear apart humanity as we know it. But is she leads them into the battle they will win due to her sacrifice.

Since then her father and the elders have trained her for 15 years ruthlessly. Until she had a vision. Which was her second reason for leaving. A vision where she would need to leave and train on her own. So at 15 she left and promised to continue to help the reservation until it was time to come back. In that time, She trained hard and worked. She fought mercilessly against vampires that would sense her power. When she wasn't fighting she was modeling for the a popular agency. But she never lost herself in it all. Despite the bullying and training and scars. She is still very friendly, caring, loving, and has an open heart. She was enjoying her freedom from the reservation even with the constant attacks.

But all good things must come to an end. Two weeks ago she was sitting in her living room and had another vision telling her it was time to go home. So she packed up, quit the agency, and bought her self a lovely little home on the outskirts of the reservation and headed back.

So here she is sitting in her beautiful Ford expedition looking at Terry Waugh's house where everyone including the pack, the imprints, and tribal leaders were having a meeting.

She took a deep breath and stepped out..