A.N: This work is crossposted on AO3. Hello. It's been a hot minute since I did a Twilight fanfic and I have to say, this one would not leave me alone. Oh well.
I won't lie. This one is different from normal fanfics in that the MC's religion plays a big part in her relationship with Sam. And I understand it may not be everyone's cup of tea but I was really tired of not seeing myself represented so I changed it. A lot of the OCs life and experiences are drawn from my own.
I have about 2/3 of this fic already written with 1/3 edited so the upload schedule should be consistently once a week. That's more than can be said about my fics usually. But anyways, I hope you enjoy and maybe even learn something new.
To run with the wolf
The first time Sam scented her he'd been laying on the ground, twigs and leaves beneath his pelt and the November sea breeze blowing his way. He was surrounded by all the sounds that made up the forest, and the voices of his pack working their way in and out of each other's heads.
They were all there - Paul, Jared, Jacob, the twins, and Embry – and Sam wasn't sure he would ever get used to the way their mind link worked but he listened to the thoughts all the same.
It had taken some time to get used to how thoughts slid over each other. Sometimes they would cut each other off only for a new train of thought to latch onto the previous one. It was one of the more challenging things the Pack had found difficult to adjust to in the first few months of phasing, other than the temper.
Not only did they have to deal with such a big invasion of privacy, but the thoughts would sound slightly off; like hearing your voice recorded. Difficult to hear for a moment until you recognized who was speaking.
Sam couldn't remember why they were all phased. Some odd mix of luck, patrols and their need to stretch out of their skins. He supposed that the faint lingering stench of Leech, made all the stronger by memory, drove the newer ones to be on guard. But however it happened, they were all there to hear the disruption.
The rumble of a truck over cracked pebbled ground made his ears twitch and Sam's head turned almost involuntarily towards its direction. For a moment, he wondered what was happening; no-one had come up this road since Old Man Jimmy had packed up and moved to the Makah Reservation a few months back to live with his granddaughter.
Almost immediately, Paul reminded him with a snarl to his thoughts.
Paul thought it was obvious that there was a family moving onto Quileute land that didn't belong there. He was sure they had no right. But Jared was sure that they wouldn't try anything because they had gone through the proper channels. Paul didn't understand why Billy had let them in in the first place. Jacob reminded him that the family had agreed to everything and they'd seemed happy to just have a place to stay.
Sam listened to the voices of his pack and the underlying fear running through them. It was harder to hide an emotion when it was in your mind.
Jared thought there was nothing any of them could do about it. If Old Atera hadn't pitched a fit then he figured they weren't Hoquaht. Quil figured that was something, at least.
Sam's main concern was about keeping their secret. It was one thing to hide it from friends and family who had the underlying knowledge of their legends to fall back on. But outsiders? They could bring trouble.
Be careful. The command rumbled through their minds and settled in their bones.
Paul argued they were always careful. Quil thought they weren't always careful. There was that time when Paul - Paul thought that incident was irrelevant and anyway, what if something happened?
Sam didn't comment. Instead, he lifted himself onto all fours and padded towards the house. The truck had parked up, and three people stepped out of it - a man and two girls. The wind shifted and he scented them; each one was unique as scents were, but had the collective smell of family.
Comforting enough for them, he was sure, but to him, there was something simultaneously intrusive and exclusive about it. The first exited the truck - a young girl with a scarf covering her hair. Forks was a small town, La Push smaller still, so the arrival of a new religion wasn't something they had experienced in their lifetimes. It piqued the pack's interest for a moment, but only a moment. If he didn't have as good of eyesight as he did Sam would have thought that the girl was Quileute, if only for her skin color. It was the same russet as theirs. But she obviously wasn't as the man that stepped out was black.
Colin was taken aback that they really weren't Hoquaht then. He'd wondered. Brady figured it would make things easier to swallow. Paul didn't think it would by much. Embry conceded to Paul but reminded them all that at least Shipoquaht were more respectful.
Paul chuckled and the sound came out in a distorted growl through his wolf-teeth. Hoquaht definitely weren't respectful, though they sure pretended to be.
The third one exited the truck. Her back was turned but her hair was curly - very curly - and placed high on top of her head. The curls were blowing in the salty wind. She looked at the house and then turned to the younger girl and gave her a smile. This time, when the wind blew, the scent wasn't unpleasant. It actually made him want to curl up into a ball and lay beside her. Want, his instinct yawned lazily.
The pack mind lulled, unnoticed to all but Sam's Second and Third.
Paul wanted to know what they were going to do about the outsiders. Colin wondered if they should ignore them. Sam very firmly told them all they would be made welcome as a courtesy to Jimmy. He needed the rent. Jared agreed and who were they to refuse a man comfort in his old age?
There was a grumble of resistant understanding. Money wasn't as easy to come by as it had once been.
Sam agreed. It wasn't easy. And maybe if Colin and Brady spent less time concerning themselves with the affairs of others, they would be able to study so they had a chance of making their own money once all of this was over.
The message was received loud and clear. The two young ones phased, sliding out of the pack mind, leaving behind more quiet than Sam had been used to since training them.
Sam thought Paul should help them with homework. Paul wondered if he really had to. Did Paul not want the evening off, then?
There was a moment before everything Paul had to do flashed through his mind. Maybe he could see his mom at the hospital tonight. He could if he managed to get the pups to finish their work soon. Gratitude was the last emotion Sam felt before Paul, too, slid out. It left Jared and Jacob behind and Sam was in the mood for some quiet.
Jared wasn't sure Sam would want to run patrols by himself. Sam knew there was only half an hour left. Jacob would let Sam do them if he insisted, then. Jared happily wondered who they were to deny their Alpha?
Soon it was only Sam in his mind. There was a tiny tremor of anxiety as he recalled the first time he phased but he pushed it to the side. He wasn't alone anymore. His pack was only a howl away.
He wanted some time to himself anyway; the last few months had been something of a challenge to deal with - if he were going to be polite about it. With the Cullen's gone it should have been time for celebration, or at least a break. But he seemed to continuously have to babysit Bella Swan and Jacob, making sure the boy didn't say anything he shouldn't.
Comatose as she was, it would be a bad idea for the Swan girl to learn about the Wolves. She had been sleeping with the enemy. They didn't need any more advantages if the Cullens ever decided to come back.
But Jacob could whine. God could he whine.
So the momentary relief was nice, even if the silence wasn't.
From his spot on the cliff, Sam could hear the newcomers' voices clearly enough. Accents cut sharply through the breeze - British. They were far away from home. He watched as they made an assembly line, carrying the boxes inside one by one.
A surprising number of boxes came out of the back of the truck. Sam hadn't counted explicitly but he got a sense that at least a half hour had passed as they tried to empty the back, and it seemed like they still weren't done.
There was a scuffle and a yelp. The older girl had shoved the younger one. Sam couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not but from their body language – and the fact that the younger one was smirking – it seemed like they were joking around with each other.
The younger one almost retaliated, except the man called them both inside. The youngest went almost straight away but the older one stayed for a moment. She looked out over the cliffs and then looked at her feet. If Sam could guess, he would say she was sighing. But soon she collected one more box from the truck and closed it. The clang echoed.
He sat there waiting for an hour, wondering if any of the three would come back outside. Eventually he got bored of sitting there and decided to move closer. It was possible that he would need to know their scents at some point, and even if he didn't, Paul had an odd need to make note of all the scents on the Reservation.
Sam supposed it was better to be cautious than apathetic.
He made his way down the steep terrain from the cliffs to the wooded area that surrounded the house trying to get a clearer smell, but the breeze had blown it all away a long time ago.
Just as he was about to get closer to the truck, the front door opened with a creaky squeak that carried over the sound of the waves. Sam's claws came out, scratching at the surface of the ground in annoyance. The noise had always been grating for him, but his enhanced senses made it harder to manage.
Someone came out of the house. It was the girl with curly hair. She was holding onto her arms and all but shaking in the cold as the wind hit her from multiple angles. But she walked, determined, to the truck with keys in her hand. They jingled slightly as she moved and the sound got louder when she lifted one arm to unlock the truck.
She got into the back and seemed to be rummaging around looking for...something.
Sam found himself incredibly interested in what she had braved the winds of Washington for. Not many were willing to do that even when they were fully clothed. Somehow, his paws moved forward without him realising it. And somehow, he stepped on a twig and it cracked. And somehow, even from inside her truck, the girl with the curly hair heard the twig snap.
She yelped and her head shot out of the body of the truck.
Sam retreated far enough into the line of trees that she wouldn't be able to see him, but he could still see her.
"Is anyone there?" she called out just loud enough to hear. She was looking around with wide eyes. The white of them was slightly illuminated by the glow of the interior lights but he didn't need that to see.
She seemed scared. She was looking around for a good few minutes and Sam didn't blame her. He really shouldn't have been there. Hadn't he just said to the Pack that they needed to be careful?
Eventually she went back into the car and picked up what seemed to be a cloth bag.
The girl got it and slammed the door shut, probably harder than necessary. Sam approved of the action; it was a smart one to take. If it was an animal they wouldn't try to come closer, and it was potentially loud enough that her family could hear if it wasn't.
She turned and started muttering to herself but it was too low for Sam to pick up on anything cohesive. Though he did hear the words 'horror' and 'woods'. He could imagine what was going through her head.
She locked the truck and hurried back into the house. From where he was he could still see their silhouetted figures dancing throughout the house, making it their own. Her, instinct cooed so quietly he was able to ignore it as a passing interest.
There, as the sounds of the forest cocooned him and the sound of the waves soothed him, he should have listened harder.
A.N: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. A big thank you to my beta H. Without her, there would have been a long rambling mess.
Maybe I'll see you next week.