AN: Welcome to the new story of Allina and Embry..... I know I'm going to go insane in writing this, but oh well! I love them!

Anywho, summary continued: make their move on the Cullens, and only Allina, Seth, Embry and Jake, who is now powerless to stop them due to Josh Uley Jr. taking control of the pack, are willing to defend them. Will the four manage to stop them before they destroy the entire coven and find the real culprit, or will the Cullens, and the four rebels, be eradicated for good?


I've heard of a medical condition that supposedly makes new mothers easy to deal with. It's called Baby Bliss, and it supposedly is supposed to go well with mothers, making them completely excited about the entire process.

It doesn't exist....at least not in my world.

By pack custom, I was supposed to be cordial to all of the wolves and their imprints. This, unfortunately, meant both Paul and Rena. And since I was the only remaining female in the pack who hadn't gone AWOL because she was pissed that the only other female in wolf-pack-history had retained the ability to bleed and be in pain every month, I was thrown into the hormonaly imbalanced womans fire.

"Allina?" Rena called in her sing songy voice, reserved solely for when she wanted something.

Have I mentioned that I occaisionally hate my pack brothers?

Needless to say, the past three months, despite being in imprinted bliss, a condition that actually exists, my life had been total hell. And to top my already pissed off mood off, I hadn't had anytime with Embry.

Seriously, where was Paul, the father of the child that happened to be ruining my already tumultuous life, when you needed him? Was it only coincidence that his patrols had been doubled?

I suspected foul play.

But, foul play or no, there was no escaping my duties as the female peace maker/midwife. Now I had to be by Rena's side through every kick, crave and mood swing. To make things worse, she often made me shop for maternity clothes with her, meaning I not only had to suffer the drive to Port Angeles and back, but also her anger when I failed at finding something good for her to wear. Or if I pointed out that something she had chose didn't look all that good, she screamed at me, saying that I was calling her fat.

I wondered if the police could catch me for 1st degree murder if I phased and lopped the woman's head off. Probably not, but Paul would, I didn't want to deal with him, Imprinted or not.

Things between Paul and I certainly hadn't improved since the concert. Not that either Paul or I had tried to reconcile or anything, but he hadn't attempted to get rid of his shitty attitude toward me. I myself had tried putting it behind me and treating Paul with the respect a nnormal human should recieve, not that he did, but I was met with only smirks and eye rolling.

Quil had informed me that this was even worse than the attitude he served the rest of the pack.

Quil was another interesting change. He'd rejoined the pack, just as he and Sam, who's name I finally learned after picking up on the thoughts of my fellow brothers, had spoken that day. He was, without a doubt, one of the funniest people I met. Unfortunately, he was also the most depressed at times. I'd played witness to several occaisions where Quil would be all grins, and then suddenly his fun loving attitude would fade, just like that. I actually hated seeing it because I'd seen that look a few times before, mainly on the occaisions where I had hurt Embry.

It was the look of a man who had been hurt by his own imprint.

Of course, I knew better than to stick my nose where it didn't belong, it often led to things you didn't want to hear about. And I knew that the ground between Quil and Embry was forbidden. I knew from my heartbreaker escapades that the two were close, and those types of things weren't to be talked about. Especially if it was what I thought it was about.... imprints.

If it weren't for the fact that I was unbelievably happy with Embry, I'd say that imprinting wasn't worth the trouble. Of course, I wasn't one to talk, but still. The fact was that humans were mortal and inevitably heir hearts would stop beating... but wolves weren't. They could live forever it seemed, for Jake, Paul and Embry were going on Fifty-six now (Quite the weird thought honestly). So why would Imprinting subject them to that loss? Sure, they could stop phasing, but that didn't seem like a feasable option, in my head at least. I happened to love the wolf life, and knew that many of the other non-imprinted wolves did as well.

Maybe it was just because I had forever with my mate.

Still, where did that leave Brady, who had imprinted a human? He definitely loved the wolf life style, and I certainly couldn't see him giving it up. Did imprinting take control of your beliefs in that as well? Did it completely override your system.

God I was thankful that I wouldn't have to go through that.

Still, imprinting wasn't all that bad, and I knew the others realized it as well. Yes, it was taking your choices away, but it let you find your other half, your soul mate. I hadn't believed in that kind of stuff before, but then again, phasing into a horse sized wolf really changed your perspective on life.

Still, there was one part about the wolf life that I could never get used to. The constant hatred and anger that was imposed on the so-called enemies of our kind...

The Vampires.

I knew that they were dangerous, of course. Hell I'd had that drilled into my brain by Embry just before my first patrol. He made sure that I knew that if I came across a vampire, which was extremely unlikely anyways, to run and alert someone else. He told me to do this no matter what, but I quickly learned how to detirmine whether or not they were a threat. If they had gold eyes and they were on their territory, they weren't a threat, even if Embry said so. If they were on our territory, no matter what color their eyes were, they were trouble.

Naturally, as a so-called outsider of La Push, I hadn't been raised to their beliefs, so I didn't understand the threat. I mean yeah, the ones with red eyes should be hated profusely, even I didn't argue with that. But it was the innocent golden eyed coven of the Cullens, and the farther of coven of the Denali's that had me concerned. Most of the wolves thought lowly of them and spoke trash about them. I didn't see the fairness in it.

But what could I do?

Above all, the biggest problem about being the wolf was the anti-privacy factor, and even that wasn't too bad, until you factored in one person.

Shawn Swanson, my father.

I smirked a bit as I thought about it. I'd been caught in the middle of very intense fantasies by him, but of course he, being the wild and crazy man that he was, laughed them off, further embarassed me.

"ALLINA!!!!"

I opened my eyes, drawing myself from my thoughts and found myself on Rena's couch. She was standing in front of me, her finger in my face. I could tell by the look on her face that I'd sounded her out for far too long.

"Yes Rena?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes.

"Make me some soup. We're hungry." She demanded.

I groaned a bit and stood, walking to the kitchen.

I seriously hated my pack brothers.