My pack is the Ghostwood pack, we’re old, tinted with old magic, our wolves fur is pure white with eyes of diamond blue, large, pure muscle, but quiet, extremely quiet. The move to La Push was never supposed to be temporary, yet the stay seems permanent. One day, while my Alpha, Roman, second in charge, Erza and the youngest Ryder, were arguing over what pizza to order, Theo and I saw them, standing there at the treeline, the Quileute pack, staring as if waiting for us to make the first move. But that’s not like us, we wait, we watch. We were founded long before the Quileute pack, so we don’t imprint, but that didn’t seem to stop Jacob Black…