My Waiting Angel

Chapter 1

Seth

It's been like this for ages. After the Volturi left and the Cullens and La Push wolves were put at ease, it was like the whole bandwagon of imprints just waltzed into all the wolves' lives. We relieved the younger wolves of their duty (they were pretty relieved to be normal again) and was sworn to never tell anyone except your imprint. I was about to be cut along side them, but with Leah and her scary I will kill myself if my brother leaves the pack and I am left alone with a bunch of a testosterone-filled teenagers and that I tight with the alphas, I was allowed to stay. I was pretty happy, too. I waited my whole life to be something more then "Leah's brother", "Sue's son", "Poor Harry's boy", or even, in high school's opinion, "NMM" which means No Muscle Man. Which, even when I became a werewolf, I was still gangly. But in the pack's opinion, I was something more.

I was Seth.

It has been a good six years after the Volturi, and it was nice. My father's death had pained me so much, but in the course of six years, the pain now was only a faint pulse behind a scar that would never heal. I was okay with that. After the younger boys got to go back being human, the pack was back to its true, original core. It was Sam (Well-respected, La Push Pack Alpha), Paul, Jared, Embry, and Quil. Then it was Jacob (Vampire-loving, Cullen-hugging, Pack-O-screwups Alpha) with Leah and me. Though we hanged out as one pack and worked together and could hear everyone's thoughts, when something was discussed, Jacob and Sam would talk like My pack is not going to do that and The La Push pack has no intention of following that and sometimes, when the elders and Sam think no one can hear them, Jacob and his pack of screw-ups are gonna expose the secret, we must distinguish the boundaries between your pack and his "pack". It was stupid, I know, and I got another nickname for running after Jake six years earlier and still gets called that:

Seth the Chaser.

And then imprints came. As you know, Sam was with Emily and was now finally married, Jacob had his half-vampire Nessie to love forever, Paul had found Jacob's sister, Rachel and were happily engaged, Jared was in love with Kim, the quiet but sarcastic girlfriend, Embry had met a girl named Kate and now she wore a promise ring with a sparkly wolf on it, Quil had found his imprint in Claire who was nine now and perfectly content dressing Quil up in the most embarrassing tutus. Plus, the boys that left the pack found their imprints as well, surprisingly all at the same time in the same kindergarten class. Which left me and my sister. Both packs called Leah and I:

The Lonely Clearwaters.

Indeed, was it lonely on Friday Date Nights. And on Pack Beach Days. And Dinner at Emily's once a month. And Bring-your-imprint-to-show-off-to-the-Lonely-Clearwaters-Day twice a year. For my birthday and Leah's. Which brought up the next nickname:

Baby Seth.

One of my oldest and most used nicknames of them all, Baby Seth, was given to me when I turned into a werewolf at thirteen. Six years later, when I am nineteen, you would think they would be done with that nickname. No, sir. Since I am also the only boy werewolf left to imprint, I am the "last" one which means I'm a baby. It's werewolf logic. I was fine having no imprint, sure I got lonely, and in desperate times, when everyone took their imprints out to eat, I would happily take my sister as my date. And on those beach days I would read or play with Nessie or Claire or talk to anyone who was sunbathing. Which was mostly Leah. And at dinner, I was teased greatly but at least I wasn't invisible as I usually was 99% of the time. That tiny 1% was Leah who found me as the only person to confide in and Emily's few kind words. And for a long time, all the imprints called me "Sandy Wolf" for they had forgotten my name.

I began to hate imprinting.

Imprints took all of that one person's attention away. It was such a tiny problem because me and Leah were the only one's not imprinting. And you didn't need to a werewolf to fall in love. My mother, Sue, fell in love with Charlie Swan, and he was now my soon-to-be stepdad. Me and Leah officially became invisible. There was only two upsides: (1) Leah and I became a lot closer (2) If no one was scheduled to be in wolf-form, they weren't. Which meant me and Leah would either be alone running (which was Heaven) or together talking about how stupid imprints were.

Which was where I was tonight. I was running around the La Push perimeter, no one else except me. It was nice, to not have the pressure of finding my true love on me. Just to feel the soft earth between my paws, the air flowing past me making my fur spin and curl, my eyes seeing every tiny creature in the forest, my ears-

SETH! GET TO YOUR HOUSE NOW! Paul screamed into my head and then disappeared as quickly as it came. I stopped abruptly, breaking my pattern. Had I really heard Paul? Fear crept inside of me; Mom. I ran as fast as I could to my house. I shifted quickly and pulled my sweats on as I trotted. My house was filled to the top, my driveway overflowing, all lights were on. I stumbled to the backdoor and opened it quickly.

"Seth! Come over here, quick!" Jacob's loud voice called from the kitchen.

I took three strides to the kitchen where everyone was. Imprints, all the werewolves, the elders, my mother, and Leah smiling. Smiling?

"What's up?" I breathed, ready for whatever they had to say. All heads and eyes swiveled to Leah. She smiled but her eyes were a little afraid.

"Seth...I imprinted."

Shock overwhelmed me. My sister, the female werewolf, IMPRINTED BEFORE ME? Always Angry Leah, happy forever with this dude? The last person that understood the lonely days where everyone was out and you were spending the day playing Pac Man, in you pajamas, eating Cheetos in four in the afternoon, gone? I must of looked like she said that Paul was having a baby because she laughed nervously, something she rarely did, and said, "His name is Michael and he's from New York City and he's an artist. You would like him, Seth." Everyone waited for my approval. I was, in fact, the brother.

"That's...great!" I lied with a tight smile. Everyone smiled along and laughed and cheered for Leah. No one even noticed my terrible lie.

"I...left my cell in the woods. I'm gonna go get it." No one noticed or heard my excuse. I ran out front and jumped into Jake's car. He left the keys in the car but there was a code to open the car, which the whole pack knew. I felt sick to my stomach as I punched in the code and jumped inside. My sister imprinted. I was the only one. Last. I turned the keys and pulled out of the driveway. I didn't want to be a wolf. Not another reminder. I felt a hot tear fall down my cheek. Jacob's head bobbed out of the front window and saw me fixing myself on the road. My face was contorted in pain, the tear on my cheek, the loneliness in my eyes, Jake saw it. Jake looked away. I drove away as fast as possible. I wanted to leave La Push. As a human.

Seth.

The Lonely Clearwater.

Baby Seth.

The Chaser for Hope that does not exsist.