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Sunsets and Silhouette Dreams.

I was generally a cheerful person. I had reasons not to be - like the terrifying dreams about wolves that plagued me from a young age, and the fact that I was adopted - but I was. I was a little ball of sunshine.

La Push did not deal well with little balls of sunshine. Cold and rainy on the outside, the Native American reservation hid some dark secrets. Secrets of the werewolves that haunted my dreams, and the vampires they hunted. Things that should've knocked the smile off my face.

Except La Push also held Jacob Black. And that alone was enough to keep me bright.

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