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Her name is Shiah. She's the long lost sister or the Quileute Tribe - Embry's twin sister who disappeared with his unknown father the day after they were born. (Embry's mum is the one with pack blood instead of Embry getting his 'wolf' from his father)
She ends up back in La Push with the pack after her dad passes away.
Such an interesting twist.. confusing.. yet interesting.
Her life is continuously changing.

I hope you like this. I've been working on this for a while but never put it up. It becomes less puzzling in the next couple of chapters :)
Oh & it does have a few naughty words in it so just warning you

4. My story

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The fire flared brightly, the driftwood making the flames go green in some parts & orange in others. It sent spaks up in the air to blow away with the wind. In the previous two hours I'd heard so many stories about the tribes amazing history that I was shocked that my own mind could memorize all the words. I'd eaten so much too. My belly was so full of all the marshmellows & hot dogs we'd had. But all the boys had shoved down so much more food than I had & they were still eating. I couldn't believe it. Jake was skewering his 17th hot dog & placing it in the flames, watching it blister slowly in the heat. It was so warm, sitting between Jacob & Embry – the heat of the fire was nothing compared to their warmth. I was comforable with them as well. Familiar. “So Shy, what about your story?” Billy – Jacob’s father – asked me. I’d just met him when Jake & I had arrived here. I'd noticed that Jake was a lot like his father except without the wrinkles & shortness. Jake had told me about his two sisters - the two twins - i imagined that they'd must be a lot like their mother. Everyone looked towards me expectantly & I was overcome by nervousness, hiding my face reflexively behind Jake’s shoulder. “You don’t have to tell us Shy, not now anyway. But it would help us put all the pieces together.” Embry urged. He was right. Stop being so silly! I told myself. Jake wrapped me in his arms, laying my legs on his lap & keeping me so warm that I could almost forget what cold was. I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, ready for my mini life story. “I was born on September 27th 1994. My father died when I was 13. I was an only child; it was always just me & dad. We lived in London for as far back as I can remember. “Just before my father’s tragic death he told me I was special - he’d grab my hand, look me in the eyes & say ‘My darling girl, your life will be one of the adventures, but with all smiles & laughter comes sadness & loss, but that must be accepted, along with the magic that runs through our blood. “I never understood it until now. “After dad passed I was taken to an orphanage near London. I had no relatives dad wanted me to live with: he never had a will or anything. “At the orphanage I wasn’t even given half the education I was given back home, which wasn’t surprising – we hardly even had enough money to put three meals on the table. “In the 2yrs I was there I only made 1 friend, his name was Gareth. He’d come to my window at night & whisper things to me about fairytales & stories. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen & his skin was such a shiny white compared to my russet brown skin. He was 25yrs old & had travelled the world. I always wanted to see the world out of England & he said he’d take me. “Gareth & I were never in a relationship when we were more than ‘just’ friends. I wasn’t that kind of young lady my father brought me up to be. He would want me to know the man before anything & even then he’d have to be the same age as me, not 8yrs older – physically. But friends we were. “One night he asked me about the magic in my blood & I was shocked - only my father knew of that – but I guess he could smell how my blood was different. I told him about it & he told me he was magic too & that I could be powerful if I let him change me. “Before that night I knew he was a vampire. He was amazed that I was never afraid of him. It took me about a year to decide whether I wanted to be one too, but I did eventually make a decision & Gareth wasn’t upset when I told him no. “I found it strange that he knew my answer would be a no. He said that lucky ones such as me weren’t able to be a vampire & those of us were something else entirely. He called me a Shifter.” “Never did I know what a ‘shifter’ was. But afterwards he explained it to me & all the stories my dad used to tell me just clicked. “Until just three days ago, we were always together. He had taken me around the world but I always knew that I didn’t fit in.” I paused, looking down at my feet. Tears were building up but I refused to let them spill. Jake pulled me in closer to him. I went on with my story. “That’s why we were on our way here. He said that maybe I’d find the place I truly belong somewhere around here. “But Gareth got into a fight. We were on our way down from Vancouver, travelling around the Olympic Peninsula when we bumped into these red eyes – they called themselves the Volturi or something. "Gareth seemed to know who they were & when they saw I was with him, they immediately attacked. “He told me I needed to run. So I did. I was always faster than a regular human but I’d never stretched my speed as far as I did that day. "I could hear them fighting. The high-pitched screams, and then I could smell the smoke. That was when I knew he was dead. “I remember just giving up, collapsing to the ground & screaming. I didn’t know what would be more torture, dying or living. "And then you all found me. Everything seemed to brighten & become more wonderful afterwards. That’s when I knew that living would be worth it… that if I tried to kill myself, I’d be missing out on the tiny fraction of perfection in life. "I don't know how to explain it. My life just seems to have been hiding with you, just waiting for me to find it. Then I saw Jake…” I smiled as I looked into Jake’s chocolate brown eyes. “I thought I must’ve been going crazy.” I whispered, rolling my eyes at myself disbelievingly. I'd never been more crazy than this. And wow, did it feel good.