CHAPTER 3 ... part 1

(WHAT'S GOOD - Tyler, the Creator)

SAM liked to believe he was a pretty collected guy, that he could remain coolheaded under the heat of the moment (he had changed since the whole Cullen spawn debacle). Hell, Sam was a father now, he really couldn't be that same guy from way back when.

He wasn't volatile, that word could better describe Paul, Sam was more so a villain of circumstance if you will. He had been made alpha for a pack of wolves he had no prior knowledge of at the age of 20, forced to come to terms with the fact that he could never put his scholarship to UCLA to good use. He had to come to terms with the fact that Leah, the girl who he was deadest on marrying, wasn't who the ancestors wanted him with, had to cut ties with his mother and sister because he was far too dangerous.

Yeah, I'd say Sam's vilification was circumstantial.

During that first year of dog hood, Sam tried to be as empathetic as possible. He understood Leah's heartbreak that spiraled into hate, understood the res' theories behind Sam's change of character. And sadly, he understood Alma's complete and utter loathing of him.

So yeah, Sam was pretty collected.

And then Alma went down during the first match of the season.

Yeah, Sam wasn't so calm anymore.

To those close to him, Sam was incredibly protective. Even before the dog was let out, he was known to take on an almost parental role for his friends and family — especially for his little sister.

Emily remembers seeing the pair interact for the first time. She had been visiting her aunt and uncle for the summer holiday, exclusively hanging around the beach with Leah and Rachel. On one hot day when the sun was particularly sweltering, Leah had invited Emily to meet her then boyfriend, Sam, and his sister, Alma.

There was a flurry of giggles that greeted them upon their arrival. Emily was shocked by the sight that beheld her. A little girl, no older than 12 with wild hair spun in ribbons, was running about the beach from a boy no older than Emily herself.

Leah ran up to the pair, being caught by the boy (now assumed to be Sam) a twirled about in pure delight. Emily found that she liked the pearls of laughs that pattered past her cousins' lips, wanting to capture the pure and raw joy that pained her beautiful features.

The young girl wrapped herself around Leah, jumping about as she chattered to the two older kids. Though, to Emily's surprise neither seemed annoyed. In fact, both hung onto every word the little girl spoke, wonderous to the thoughts that flurried in her mind.

"Emi!" Leah waved Emily over then, beaming against the sun's ever beating light. "This is Sam and his sister Alma."

It was abundantly apparent then how protective Sam was. Though he tried to appear nonchalant, he still sported an awkward smile, shoulders terse as he begins to pull Alma slightly closer to him.

It was always like that. Alma was far more sociable than Sam. Despite his notoriety as La Push's star striker Sam was always more closed off, preferring to stay inside his inner circle.

Sure, Sam was protective of Emily, his pack, and his mother, but nothing could compare to his defensive nature pertaining to his young sister.

It was so abundantly clear to Emily how much he missed Alma, even if he didn't vocalize it. He watched every one of her games their son and daughter (both 5 and 3 respectively), asked how she was doing through Allison. He even had her graduation picture hidden in his wallet.

When Alma went crashing down that fateful game Sam had shot up from the couch, eyes wide and breathe shallowing.

'Number 13, Alma Uley is down!'

...

"...And here's your room!" Allison Uley exclaimed as she helped her daughter maneuver around with her brace and crutches. "I had Sammy and some of his boys come 'round to fix her up for you."

The only thing Alma could muster up was a tightlipped smile, far to tired to comprehend a feasible answer.

She guided Alma to her bed, a soft green floral pattern covering the bed. As Alma adjusted Alma to lay down, she placed a soft kiss against her forehead.

"Get some rest hun," She cooed, running her hand against Alma's hair. "I'll wake you up when dinner's ready."

Alma wasn't sure how long she had slept for, the stress of everything mixed with the exhaustion of travel made sleep easy. When her bleary eyes opened, she wasn't awakened by her mother, it was instead the savory smells that filled the Uley kitchen. With some struggle Alma got up from bed, squinting against the setting sun.

When she all but wattled into the kitchen, she saw her mom talking with someone in the living-room. And, despite her long departure, Alma knew exactly who they were.

"Jacob Black, as I live and breathe." She placed an easy smirk against her lips, cockiness coating her tongue as she looked the boy up and down. "Didn't think you'd grace me with your presence so soon."

The tall boy laughed rather tersely at that, broad shoulders moving against the rhythm of his equally broad chest. He grew into himself, that much was apparent, though he still kept his boyish charm.

"I'm surprised." He rebutted. When noticing Alma's confusion, he reiterated, "considering how much everyone was talking about you, I half expected your place to be filled with 50 different containers of stew."

It was true, whenever anything happened on the res, everyone and their mother knew about it. And well, it was just plan rude to not send something.

She peered into the kitchen, where a clear container with a red top lay in the sink and a pot sat boiling over the stove.

"Thought you'd add yours to the mix then?"

"Nah, dad thought mom's famous chicken noodle would help kick your ass back into gear."

Allison then, respectfully, clipped Jacob upside the head, giving him a pointed look.

He mumbled out a quick 'sorry' before continuing; "Anyways, he really wished he could've delivered it himself, but then Old Quil called by, said he needed to get over quick."

Alma nodded at that — Billy Black was always one to give when needed.

"Well, tell him I said thanks. Might even make my Coach go back to church it really heals me."

Jacob laughed then — a real genuine laugh that even got a chuckle out of Alma.

"Speaking of, how are you?" He then asked. "I know it's a stupid question, but..." He trailed off, unsure of how to word the whirlwind of thoughts swarming about his head.

Alma gave a breathy sort of laugh, though it sounded more like a scoff on the exhale. "I've been worse. Doctor said I'd need a few months on this bad boy," she pointed to a beast of a brace hinged to her knee, "and then another few for physio. Said injuries like this can take a long time to heal."

"If it's any constellation, I'm pretty sure more than half of La Push want's to help out with the whole process."

She laughed before sighing. "Wouldn't doubt it."

His mouth than went agape, hurriedly digging through his cargo shorts for something. "'Fore, I forget," He muttered out, holding out whatever he'd fished out in his hands. "Dad wanted me to give you this, something about 'nature heals all ale's or whatever."

She held the small piece of parchment, unraveling the wrinkles that Jacobs pocket had left. In Billy Blacks recognizable handwriting, he wrote out a date, time, and location — inviting the youngest Uley to fish with he, Charlie Swan and Old Quil.

"Looks like I'm being initiated."

KOREY SPEAKS !

First and foremost, I will be changing somethings with the wolves pertaining to the Quileute tribe.

Considering they are a very real tribe with an incredibly rich culture, I feel innately uncomfortable with continuing Meyer's falsification.

I will also be recasting Jacob (as seen in the beginning gif). I have nothing against Taylor Lautner, but considering that he isn't fully Native American (only through distant ancestors), I feel a new casting is need. I have decided on casting Kristopher Hyatt (the actor who portrayed Embry Call in Twilight).

I encourage you all to visit www.quileutenation.org if you'd like to know more about the Quileute people!

Make sure to comment and vote, your feedback gives me the motivation to complete these chapters!