Chapter One
And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.A/N: Hello and welcome to another story I might not finish! I honestly can't help it. I have such a short attention span nothing can keep me for long. But I am making my rounds and I am back into Twilight so here we are. I love reviews and feedback even if it's to tell me I suck. I haven't been able to find any wolf pack fanfiction, correction, I've found plenty. Just none that are well written, and to be like really fair they were all written in like 2009. So, if you have any recommendations or want me to read your stories please! Hit me up because like I want.
"Mommy!" Enola Lowery cried her voice trembling on the verge – no in the middle – of a tantrum. Her face red and scrunched up in all her toddler glory. "Seth's not sharing, and he has to share mommy! It's not fair!"
"I do not have to share anything with you, I don't share things with dumb babies." Seth mocks and sticks out his tongue shielding his body from Enola's view hiding the item she desperately wished to see. Which only made her cry harder, "It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!" She wailed stomping her feet and jumping up and down furiously. Demanding the attention of all within a ten-foot radius.
A tall woman with russet colored skin and dark hair rushed over to the two children rocking a smaller baby in her arms, a panicked expression obscuring her face. A beautiful face, if only there weren't so many lines from worry, no doubt. Sick too. It was obvious the woman, Catori, was related to the small child. Her mother.
"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly, mistaking the child's tantrum for something of a more serious nature. "Seth, what happened?" She asked searchingly, when her own daughter was too caught up in her own childish hysterics to answer the question. Seth, the boy, being much bigger than Enola as he was three years older than her, had no qualms in answering her, delighted even.
"She's sad because I won't show her my necklace. My dad made it for me and its mine. So, I don't have to share. He said so." He answered politely a hint of hostility still clinging to his words as he thought of the smaller girl next to him still red in the face snot dripping down her nose as she blubbered out something incoherent.
"Besides, look how dirty she is. She'll probably break it anyways. I don't play with babies." He wrapped his arms around his chest and pointed his nose snootily not caring that he might hurt the younger girl's feelings. Insensitive in the way only boys can be, little boys at that.
"Now Seth, you don't have to share with Enola, but you shouldn't be so mean to her. She looks up to you." Catori tried to reason, her voice firm the way mother's voices often were. Her panic gone now that she'd gotten a grasp on the situation and realized neither child was in any real duress. She turned to her own child feeling a sense of pity wash over her.
Catori and her husband, Nico moved to the La Push reservation after having their second child Elan. Enola was only five but felt the loss of her previous home just as well. She was young but formed friendships quickly and ferociously. So, when Sue Clearwater knocked on Catori's door brownies in one hand and wrangling two wild children who behaved something akin to wolf cubs in the other it was no surprise she attached herself very suddenly to the youngest of Sue's children.
Which wouldn't have been so bad, but Seth was a young boy and ruthless in his ways. Not on purpose, but he didn't much care for Enola would have rather been playing with the other little boys from the Rez but Sue and Catori had turned every Saturday into a holiday of sorts. Picnicking in the woods with their combined children and even crafty young Seth couldn't weasel his way out of it.
It was at this point Sue had joined Catori and their children, with a quiet Leah trudging behind them a book in hand, armed with her usual stoic expression. It was as if at twelve she had seen all there was of the world and was woefully unimpressed.
At the arrival of Leah, Enola quickly wiped at her tears, sniffed a few times and pick herself up off the grass. Catori gave a small smile at how quickly her daughter's tantrum had subsided. However, she tried not to feel irritated that the child was faking to get the attention and sympathy of the others, but it was what children did.
"Seth are you being mean again?" Sue asked arching an eyebrow, her hands on her hips giving him the look. The look all mothers had and often chose to exercise it upon their children.
"What? No! She wanted to see my necklace and I told her no." Seth ground out angrily at his mother's accusation, whenever it came to the younger girl he was always the one being blamed. He looked to Leah for help, but she just shrugged, of course, he thought. Leah's never any help.
Sue and Seth's conversation faded into the background as Catori pulled Enola to the side. Determined to discipline her child. She was never very good at it, though. It was usually her husband, Nico, who dealt out the harsh punishments.
"Enola, sweetie, you understand why Seth didn't have to share his necklace with you, didn't you?" She asks the small child, whilst cradling her infant son. Enola nodded her head furiously but Catori figured she probably didn't have a clue as to what her mother was asking her.
"You cannot take things that aren't yours. Seth doesn't have to share with you, he can if he likes. It would be nice of him, but you aren't entitled to his things." Enola was bobbing her head along with her mother's words, Catori often forgot that she was speaking to a five-year-old when attempting to discipline her.
"So, if you're nice you share your things. But if you don't share you're not nice. That means Seth is a big meanie head." Enola states casually and then makes a mean face at the boy. But he's not paying attention, he's too enthralled into his own conversation with his mother who was threating to take away his favorite rubber duck. Or something like that, Catori only picked up on little snippets of their conversation.
Leah sat a few feet away under a tree resting her head back and gazing up at the cherry blossoms that had just begun to bloom. She looked so peaceful and wise. Like she knew the world.
"Enola." Catori warned, realizing her child was probably not going to understand, nor find her assessment of the situation fair.
It was getting rather late in the day and both of their women's husbands were due home soon, so after some idle chat the two agreed to call the event to a close. Catori cradling her son in one hand whilst leading her ever curious child to their car.
"Hey Seth! Come play with us." Bellowed, Quil. Older than Seth but younger than Sam Uley, who was a year older than Leah. Seth's head shot up and a grin found its way on his face, easy and carefree. He began gathering his things ready to follow the older kids anywhere.
"Wait, but Seth." Enola cried her eyes widening as Seth got to his feet. Seth had forgotten about the little girl he had for once been playing civilly with.
"What?" He asked irritated that she was once again stopping him from going to play with the other boys.
"What about me? I am not done playing with you." She cried her voice taking on the edge of hysterics it usually did when she got upset. She began to cry, and Seth scoffed.
"Oh, don't cry. You can still play with my toys, just bring them back to me tomorrow. I am not going to need them. Big kids don't play with baby toys." He says snidely. Even though he is mocking his own toys it is Enola he hurts. Who begins crying harder than before.
"But I want to come with you guys." She stands up ready to follow him if he should decide to leave without her. She was determined not to be left behind.
"You're too little to come into the woods with us. Just stay here and play with Elan." He shrugs, frustrated as the other boys were beginning to get antsy. They were shoving each other, laughing and Seth could not stand to be left out. He hated that Enola was bugging him. She always did this.
"I am not too little. I am big just like you guys." She cries, and Seth isn't really listening to her.
"Oh, come on Enolie, don't cry. They're going to think I hang out with babies." Seth pleaded, hoping that if called her by the nickname he had begrudgingly dubbed her she would stop crying. He longed for the girls tears to subside, not because he particularly cared. Only because he didn't want the other boys to see.
"But it's not fair, we were playing together. Our game isn't over yet. You can't just leave me." She whines trying to stop crying but it's just so unfair. Seth is always so mean to her.
"See you always ruin everything because you're such a big baby." Seth heaves out angrily and began to storm away when he is tugged back by a strength he didn't know the small girl possessed. Enola grabbed onto the back of his shirt clinging to him wildly, refusing to let him go.
Seth glares at the small girl and detangles himself rather aggressively, he pushes her away with a little too much force and she falls to the ground. He watches her smooth face slowly morph from that of surprise to anger and she's crying again. Well not again, because that would imply she'd stopped in the first place. Just crying more.
By now Sue and Catori had caught wind of the commotion, as a result Seth wasn't allowed to play with the other boys and had been forced to spend the rest of the day inside. Enola was scolded and brought into the house but not before a brief exchange between the two children.
"This is all your fault. I will not forgive you for this." Seth declares angrily. His blood boiling, and he swears he's never hated anyone as much as this annoying bug of a girl.
"Well good, because I won't forgive you either." Enola bites back lamely and trudges inside after her mother.
True to her word Enola does not forgive Seth, not even when he offers to play with her, and just her for a week straight. Not when he offers to help her pick flowers, his least favorite thing to do. Not even when he offers to let her see his necklace.
She's so tempted to accept his apology when he offers to let her wear it, but then she thinks back to how mean he was. She thinks of the other little boys and how if they wanted to play with Seth he would leave her again in a heartbeat. And in all her rage she does not forgive Seth Clearwater. She goes about pretending that she can't hear a thing he has to say.
"Well fine then! You're just a dumb baby anyways." He huffs using his favorite insult. Not caring that it's overused.
There is nothing like the grudge of a five-year-old Seth soon comes to find out, especially one as stubborn as Enola. What kind of kid is she? She won't even cave for candy.
He'd spent so long reassuring himself that he was annoyed with her and hated her persistence and constant need to follow him around like some lost puppy that he didn't realize he'd miss it. She was annoying, and he hated when she cried but sometimes she was fun to play with. And now she won't even play with him at all.
