CHAPTER 1 — LOGAN JAMES BLACK
Gray clouds covered Forks, announcing the rain that would soon fall. But today, the humidity and cold felt different; there was a weight in the air, as if something was about to change.
Logan Black walked with heavy steps. His expression said it all. Today wasn't his day.
He was a 17-year-old boy, tall—1.83 meters—with an athletic build and a hint of strength in every movement. His short dark hair was slightly messy, and on his right shoulder lay a totemic tattoo of a grizzly bear—a reminder of something he never asked for, but was now part of him.
"Why, Uncle Billy?" he snapped, slamming his hand on the table in frustration. "This makes no sense!"
Billy Black looked at him with tired eyes, releasing a long and bitter sigh.
"I know, Logan…" His voice was deep, sincere. "But these are the pack's rules. You don't belong here anymore. Ever since your gene awakened, you became something we don't understand… something that isn't a wolf. You can't stay."
Logan clenched his fists, jaw tightening.
"Just because I'm different?" he muttered. "I was born here. My parents died, and the tribe raised me. This is my home. They can't just turn their backs on me."
Billy lowered his gaze. It looked like he was carrying years on his shoulders.
"No one likes this. We care about you, Logan… but you're something we can't comprehend. Even the spirits haven't said what you are exactly."
"I'm not an enemy," Logan said softly. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
"I know," Billy admitted. "But we can't take the risk."
Those words hit harder than a punch.
"Goodbye, Logan," Billy finished, drained. "If you need anything… you can come to me. You'll always be family."
Logan didn't answer. He walked out and slammed the door shut.
Rain began to fall—thin, cold drops. He walked without looking back. They had pushed him away out of fear… for being different.
Each drop reminded him of what he had already lost years ago: his parents, his home, his place in the world.
"Well… first step, find somewhere to live," he muttered.
He spent hours walking through town until he found a small, cheap apartment. Billy and a few tribe members insisted on helping with the rent—something that eased him a little, but didn't untie the knot in his stomach.
"One less thing to worry about," he sighed.
"Second step… school." He rubbed his temples. "Great, this is going to be hell."
He unpacked slowly, checking every corner of the tiny space.
"At least it has a bathroom," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "Could be worse."
He let himself fall onto the bed, turned off the light, and allowed the silence to swallow him.
"What am I supposed to do now?" he whispered. "I'm different… and this is only the beginning."
Everything had started when he was fourteen. He awoke the gene mentioned in Quileute legends…
but he didn't turn into a wolf.
His first transformation had been into a massive grizzly bear spirit—an animal completely outside his tribe's history. Bigger, stronger… more solitary. The pack tried, but they couldn't integrate him. He didn't share telepathy, or their bond, or their form.
He was an unknown element. A risk.
And that's how he ended up cast out.
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Days later
Forks High School stood before him, surrounded by teenagers who carried their lives as if they were an endless routine.
Logan took a deep breath.
While walking toward the entrance, he saw a girl stepping out of a beat-up red truck. Something about her felt strangely familiar.
At the front office, they ran into each other. They stared for a few seconds before she spoke first.
"Hi?" she said nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. "Do we know each other?"
"I think so," Logan replied, offering his hand. "I'm Logan Black."
The girl's eyes lit up.
"I knew it! I'm Bella Swan. You're Jacob's cousin, right? We used to play together… a long time ago."
A surprised smile crossed Logan's face.
"Bella! Haven't seen you in years. And yeah, I'm new too. Want to find our class together?"
"Of course," she answered with a shy smile. "Lead the way, Jimmy."
Logan exhaled heavily.
"Please… no one has used my middle name in YEARS."
Bella just laughed softly.
For the first time in days, the rain didn't feel as cold.
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Gym — P.E. Class
The gym was split between basketball and volleyball. Logan sat on the bleachers, watching Bella try her best to survive the class.
The volleyball flew straight at her. Bella lifted her arms to protect herself and ended up sending it flying out of the court. The ball hit a blond basketball player.
Logan covered his mouth to hold back his laughter.
The blond boy groaned:
"Ow!"
Bella rushed over, face bright red.
"I'm so sorry… I'm awful at this."
The guy smiled, brushing it off.
"It's fine. You're Isabella Swan, right?"
"Just Bella," she corrected.
Logan approached to help.
"Don't worry about her," he said. "She's always been clumsy."
Bella shot him a death glare.
"Stop it, Jimmy!"
The blond boy laughed and extended his hand to Logan.
"I'm Mike. Mike Newton."
Logan shook his hand… and Mike winced.
"Wow, strong grip. Do you always greet people like that?"
"Sorry," Logan said, embarrassed. "I just started lifting, still getting used to the strength."
Mike smiled.
"It's cool, man. Welcome."
Jessica Stanley quickly appeared, sliding between Mike and Bella almost as if making sure he wouldn't pay Bella too much attention.
"Hi," she said with a sharp smile. "I'm Jessica. Mike talks a lot, doesn't he?"
Then she turned to Bella.
"You're from Arizona? I thought people there were more… tan."
Bella laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah, I think that's why they kicked me out."
Jessica laughed and, satisfied, dragged Mike back to the group.
Logan muttered:
"Bella… did she just ignore me on purpose?"
"I think you're not as handsome as you think," she teased.
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Cafeteria
Logan and Bella sat with Mike, Jessica, and a dark-haired guy who approached them with enthusiasm.
"Bella!" he greeted. "And you must be the new guy… Eric Yorkie."
He offered Logan his hand. This time, Logan controlled his strength.
"Logan Black. But before Bella starts teasing me, you can call me Jimmy."
Eric burst out laughing.
"Oh, that helps. I thought you looked too intimidating to talk to."
"That's what I said," Mike added, laughing.
Bella rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
For the first time in a long while, Logan felt something close to relief.
Maybe… just maybe… he could belong here.
A new beginning.
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