Title: Better Than a Soap Opera
Chapter: Embry What?
Summary: Leah has a big mouth when it comes to secrets the pack would rather forget about. How did Embry handle the news when Leah let everybody know about his possible heritage? Well, let's just say that Embry may seem calm on the outside, but his mind is a whirlwind.
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Twilight. That's all Stephenie Meyer. I just like the empty holes I can fill up with my imagination. :3 But, really, who doesn't find joy in fan fiction?
We all knew that, when Leah joined the pack, this wouldn't be as fun as it had been. Let's forget that she's a female and focus more on the fact that the werewolf gift in our genes has already screwed up her life as it is. We all hear the story of Sam and Emily. We hear it every time we shift, we hear it whenever Sam feels especially guilty over it, and now we hear it all the time from Leah. Over and over. It makes it worse on Sam now that she's one of us.
How do we cope with a blow like this when Leah won't get over herself?
I understand how horrible it must have been to be so in love one day and dumped the next for your own cousin. You would have to be absolutely cruel and heartless to not understand the pain all three of them are going through. You would think that Leah would understand the phenomenon of imprinting, now that she was one of us.
But, no. Not at all. She was being incredibly vindictive.
Especially now.
I wanted to curl up into a ball. I wanted to shift back, and I would find the control to stay human for the rest of my life. If only to not hear the pain my friends were going through. Sam wasn't putting it past his father. The guy was a loser, a dead beat, a guy not good enough to be called "father". It didn't stop Jacob's and Quil's thoughts and speculations about their fathers. Was it Billy? Was it Quil Sr.?
Who was my father?
When I first began changing, falling into the pack with Sam, Paul, and Jared, they thought about it once. Or, at least, Sam questioned it. After all, my mother is from the Makah reservation. She doesn't have a drop of Quileute blood in her, but I do. I do. How? Who was it? That's what Sam wanted to know, even though I didn't. Back then, Sam only considered his father for my parentage.
Then Leah became one of us, and she opened up a whole new can of worms, as they say.
I don't like facing Jacob and Quil some days. I'm afraid to think as a human, mostly because when I turn wolf, those thoughts are broadcasted loudly. They can hear my shame. My shame for my mother, who obviously had an affair with a married man. My shame for my father, whoever he may be.
Mostly, it's because I can hear my two best friends all the time. Jacob looks at Billy differently. I see it, in his mind, and as humans. Sly glances whenever I come around, checking to see if I look like Billy, checking to see if Billy is checking me out. I don't think I look like Billy. Then again, I don't think I look like Quil Sr... Or anything like Sam.
I hate the speculation, the guessing games. I feel like I'm on a twisted game show whenever Leah's around. I call it Embry What? Imagine it being like a dating show that I know my mother loves to watch. There's me, on one side of the screen, holding note cards filled with a million questions. On the other side of the screen are the three candidates, my three potential daddies. So, it's not really a dating show, but more of a paternity check. Kind of like all those episodes of Maury that keep coming on. I bet you can guess who the sick game show host would be.
Leah Clearwater, of course.
I mean, what makes her so high and mighty that she could screw with my head like this? I have never done anything to her. Actually, I used to have the biggest crush on her. Honestly... I still don't think too badly of her. It's just... What right did she have even bringing those possibilities up? Why did she have to question what was, you know? I'm one of the pack. Period. What does it matter how I am part of it?
Really, what makes her think it wasn't her own father that fathered me? Why couldn't I be her and Seth's half-brother? Why does her father get off so light when a great guy like Billy Black gets put up as Contestant Number 2?
I'm trying not to be so bitter about it. Leah was only... Was only... I can't think of any reason or excuse that would have had Leah doing this to us.
I miss the old days, when it was only guys in this pack. She should really be worrying about why she is the only female in history to be changed instead of spreading all the nasty gossip of La Push around our poor, connected minds. I can't wait for her to hear exactly how I feel about this. She's a grown woman. She should know better than to act like a petty child.
Damn. I still can't hate her for it, either. Well, I can settle for this.
Hear that, Leah? Stop acting like a kid in pre-school. Stop torturing all of us when it's none of our faults. You can't even blame Sam and Emily!
You can't blame any of us for what we have no control over, even our heritages.
AN: So, tell me what you think about this, and if you have an idea about the next pack member you want me to do, or a story in the pack you would like to hear, let me know! Oh, and I got the title of the story from a line Edward said in Eclipse about the pack. R, R, & E!