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Chapter 1

Phone Call from the Past

I put down the weights I'd been lifting when I hear the phone ring. Whipping my brow with a towel I pick it up,"Hello?"

"Chance?" A gruff voice answers.

I throw the towel over my shoulder and sit in a kitchen chair,"Pop how'd you get my number?"

"Well it's not hard to find my own sons name in a phone book." he grumbles at me.

"Right. Well what's up?"

"Just wanted to see my boy." He sounded off. Like he's holding something back."Why don't you come met me up here at my place? See where your old mans from and find out a bit of your heritage huh?"

Why not. Had nothing else planned the next couple of weeks anyway." Sure."

I write down the address he gives me and promise to be there in a week. Putting the phone back on the cradle i head back to the weight room. While I finish my work out I can't help but think of the reason he'd call after all this time.

A Week Later...

Chance POV

I throw my army bag over my shoulder as I make my way up a stone path. The house is small, but nice. Nestled out in the forest a ways. I lay my bag on the floor and briskly knock on the large front door. I hear the click of high heels hitting hardwood floors and the door is opened by an average sized Indian woman. She had waist length raven hair and dark tan skin. One side of her face styles three long jagged scars. She smiles at me hesitantly,"Can I help you?"

"Who's at the door Em?"

A man steps behind her, placing a large hand over her shoulder. I study the man frowning. He looks so familiar yet not. "I'm Chance Uley. My father ask me to met him at this address. Said he lives here. Is he here?"

The woman gasp, covering her mouth with one hand. She looks at the man over her shoulder. He'd gone ram rod straight, shaking slightly. Like he was about to loose control of himself. He opens his eyes to slits and studies me a minute. "Your Joshua Uley's son?"

"Yes sir. You know my pop?"

He holds out a hand,"Not to well. I'm Samuel Uley. Your half-brother apparently."

I take his hand to shake,"I'd be lieing if I said that surprises me."

We release each others hands, Samuel sweeping his arm,"Come on in. This is my wife Emily."

"Nice to met you Ma'am." I smile down at her, stepping into a spacious living room.

"You too. Make yourself at home. Would you like anything to eat?Drink?"

"No. Thank you."

She smiles a warm motherly smile, sitting on a large couch. She reminds me so much of my mother. You can tell just by looking at her that she has a heart of gold. Samuel sits next to her, allowing me to have a chair to myself. I chose the large brown leather recliner, placing my bag at my feet. Sam raises an eyebrow,"You leaving or just getting in?"

Leaning back, I prop my right ankle over my left knee,"Plane landed about two hours ago. Came straight here."

They couple shares a look before Emily grins over at me excitedly,"If you don't already have a place to stay your welcome to stay here for as long as you want."

"I couldn't impose."

Samuel frowns,"Nonsense. Your family. We have plenty of room so its not a problem."

"Well alright. Much obliged."

Emily stands, heading to the door places at my right. She pats my shoulder as she passes,"I'm off to make dinner."

Samuel stands next,"Come on and we'll put your stuff in a room. Then I'll show you around."

Picking up my back I follow him up a flight of stairs and down the hall. He opens a door to his left, motioning me in first. "This alright. It's smaller than the master room but still has its own full bath."

I walk in and place my stuff on the bed to be unpacked later. "Perfect. Thanks."

We then head to the back yard and pile into an old blue ford pick up.

Once we got down the road I turn to my new found brother. "Thanks again for the place to stay."

He shrugs off my thanks,"Call me Sam. It's no problem. How old are you Chance?"

I look out the window as we cruise down the damp road,"Twenty nine in October. You?"

"Thirty four in May."

We were silent for a bit after that. Pop left when Sam was only four or five years old, me being born the next year. Sounds like Pop left Sam's mother for mom. "When?"

I take a glance at Sam's face. He looked to be in physical pain. Eyes in slits, lips drawn in a fine line, face ready to crumble. His knuckles are turning white where he grips the wheel. I keep my lips tight. The answer not forming on my tongue. He pulls over. The glass rattles in the door as he slams it shut, walking onto the beach. He stands there, fist on his hips. After a bit I go stand next to him, hands in my jean pockets. He's heavy sigh reaches my ears, a sigh someone sighs when they feel much older than they really are. "When Chance?"

I take a deep breath, shifting from foot to foot."Bailed on ma and me when I was seventeen."

Silence follows. Finally he ask,"Your mother doesn't care that you came to see him?"

"She passed a month after he left. I was sent to my aunts place til I turned eighteen. Been on my own ever sense."

Sam didn't say anything. He simply reaches over and patted my left shoulder a few times. I squeeze his right shoulder one, when a movement catches my eye. I turn my head and get a better look at a slim woman standing on the top of a cliff. She takes a step back, then taking a running start, jumps off the cliff into the dark sea below. I take off like a bullet, Sam screaming my name behind me as I make my way to the cliff.

Leah POV

The wind blows back my dark cropped hair. Its in need for a trim. Bad. I've been trying to grow it back out sense I stopped phasing. The gang had met up for cliff diving earlier/ After a few hours we all went our separate ways. Some going to patrol, some going to spend time with family and imprints. I stayed back to have some time to myself. When I started phasing, I was never alone. Never had one second to myself no one didn't see. Now that I've 'retired', I take at least an hour each day to come out to the cliffs or beach to have time to myself. Its refreshing each time, even though I do it everyday. Standing, I take a step back for one more dive before heading home. Plunging over the side, I close my eyes, smiling as I hit the cool dark water. I break the surface and swim to shore. I flop on my back in the sand, letting the sun dry me. I close my eyes as the rays warm my body.

Its only a few moments before a hand is placed on my face. "Hey are you alright?"

"Chance she's.." Sam?

"An idiotic woman who just jumped off a cliff!"

My eyes fly open in anger. I met a pair of ice blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes. I focus on his face. Tanned a bit from the sun, and so much like Sam's own features. His face is not as hard as Sam's. Less intimidating even with his cold colored eyes. He's absolutely gorgeous.

"Leah? You alright?" I look past the man at Sam himself. I see the hidden question on his face. Did you just imprint?

"Uh.."Leah come on girl use your words! "I don't know. I guess so."

The blue eyed guy places an extremely large hand on my shoulder,"You sure?"

I nod, standing on wobbly legs. I stumble. I would have hit the sand, if not for a large pair of arms making there way around my waist. My hands automatically shot up to the persons hard broad shoulders. I look up into blue again. Our faces only a breath apart. After what seemed like forever, I take a hesitant step back. My body tingling from head to toe. We both frown. He holds out a hand,"Chance Uley."

Wide eyes jerk to Sam's cool expression,"Uley?"

"My younger half brother."

I feel the color leave my face. Younger? I'm a year younger than Sam already. He can't be to much younger. Can he? "Leah?"

I look from one Uley boy to the next. Tears prickle the backs of my eye lids. "I have to go."

I turn on my heel and rush to my car. Slamming the door as I start the engine, I shoot off, throwing gravel as I pull onto the road.

Chance POV

I watch her eyes start to water. "I have to go."

With that she takes off. I soon hear a car start and gravel fly as a car speeds off. I should be beating myself up for letting her drive in that condition. Or for not offering her a ride home. Or for not making sure for a fact she was okay. No. None of that crossed my mind. Only one thing did. Why in the devil did I not ask for her name?

Authors Note: And that's the end of chapter one! Well thanks for reading!:) Review!:)