People keep telling me to give up my dreams of becoming part of the tribe, that I’m not at least half Native American. I don’t care how much native blood runs through my veins, these are my people. My mother was adopted, I have no idea of her past. My father tells me his grandmother was full blooded native yet made to feel guilty and ashamed of who she was by the white man. This is where my trouble lies, she was never registered with the tribe. To afraid of who would find out and use it against her.
I’ve looked her up though online and her parents so I have documentation of my heritage just not enough to get me into the tribe and I don’t understand why. I do know that one of the only reasons is it so difficult is because it’s a very small close knit tribe of people, not a huge nation like the Cherokee or the sioux.
Coming up on the boundary to tribal land I see the tribal police vehicle off to the side. Cursing him, I hate the prick, he’s nothing but a spy for the number one thorn in my side. The tribal Chief's son Levi Locklear. Levi is known to the tribe as Darkwolf for his aggressive warrior nature and pure male dominance and because you never see him coming. One second you’re alone and the next you’re not. I can personally attest to his skill on being sneaky. Even knowing the things I do about him I can’t help myself when I gourd him by calling him, “Little Foot”. Yes, i am fully aware that I am tempting fate by picking at him. After our first encounter I cried in the bathroom. The secretary found me and told me his bark is worse than his bite. That he has never harmed a woman and never will.
So still I pick at him, though if looks could kill I know I’d be dead. Pulling my car into the meeting house, i take a deep breath. The chief asked me to meet him here for his final say. Chief Locklear is a good level headed man, even humorous.
Digging deep I open my door and step out. Slamming the door I turn and bounce off something hard and careen back into my car. Gasping I hold my sore shoulder and see who I hit,
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see…” Gazing up at Levi my voice leaves me. All 6’5 of his lean muscular frame is standing 2 feet from me. His long black hair braided down his back falling down just above his belt. Well fitted blue jeans and a black form fitting shirt completes his look.
“Wish I could say welcome back but I can’t, you shouldn’t be here white woman. You don’t belong on indian land.” Scowling at him,
“Can’t blame anyone for wanting to leave Indian land with a big troll like yourself pushing innocent woman into the cars and making them hurt themselves.” His laugh is dark and deep sending chills down my spine,
“You don’t know anything about me…” Stepping around him I let go of my now bruising shoulder,
“Thank God for that I don’t need any more nightmares Little Foot.” An honest to God growl leaves his throat making the hair on my neck stand on end. The air around me shifts and I come to a halt.
“Your sassy words don’t hide your sensitivity white woman. If you decide to stay and my father lets you, I’ll not rest until I run you off my land.” His huge presence hovers over my 5’8 frame enclosing me in his threat of violence. Mentally shaking myself I scoff,
“Stalker…” Moving away from him, I finally take a full breath. Why does he affect me so much? Entering the building I don’t bother to look back.

Smiling at the receptionist, she smiles back,
“Please, have a seat, I’ll let Chief Locklear know you’re here.” Doing as told Little Foot storms in and past the receptionist desk toward his father's office. I mentally curse myself when I find my eyes glued to Littlefoot's well muscled ass,
“Ms. Neveah? The Chief will see you...