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Chapter 1

"Touch me again, bitch, and I swear to God it will be the last thing you ever do." I growled. Yes, I was fighting again. Shh…don't tell my mother. At that point it didn't really matter, I'd be outta this town by nightfall. I stared at the girl who had just bitch slapped me. I guess I provoked it, hooking up with her boyfriend and all, but hey, shit happens when you party naked.

"Quit being such a slut, and maybe I wouldn't have to come down here and kick your ass." She snapped back. I raised my eyebrows in question, did the bitch really just call me a slut? In seconds my anger took over and before I knew it, my fist was flying into her face, landing with a satisfying crack. I grinned as she fell to the ground. Her little friends gathered around her.

"Looks like another KO for me, whose next?" I joked. "Come on, this is your last chance. I'm outta here tonight." No one even looked at me. I just rolled my eyes and walked off. I had a plane to catch. Mommy dearest decided that I needed more structure in my life, and since she was a flight attendant that was never home, she thought sending me back home to live with my oh so annoying big brother and his girlfriend might do the trick.

Sad part was she couldn't even be here to send me off. No, I had to take a cab to the airport. I pulled out my IPod the second I boarded the plane, and never shut it off until we reached Port Angeles.

And oh how I loved Washington this time of year. Snow, freezing rain, and frigid cold. Sounds perfect, right? Yeah, I didn't think so either. I could feel the blistering cold as I walked through the hallway leading from the plane into the airport. Awesome. Though I was excited to see my overgrown brother and his new girlfriend, plus my La Push friends. It had been over six months.

I made my way to luggage claim, looking around for my freakishly tall brother. He was dark skinned and about 6'7. Needless to say, he stood out.

"Moby!" Oh God, he spotted me. I cringed when I heard the nickname. He was the only one that called me that, a mix between my first and middle names. I could see his huge frame bounding towards me, and before I could run the other way, I was being lifted up into his absurdly warm arms.

I began to thrash trying to get out of his hold. "Samuel, put the girl down." I heard a kind, stern voice. Must be Emily, the girlfriend. He did as she said and I turned around to see a very beautiful woman with a bright smile on her face.

"You are way out of my brother's league." I told her bluntly. I noticed that she had three ragged scars running down the side of her face. It didn't make much difference. She was still one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen.

"That's what they all say." She joked. Sam scoffed.

"Sorry, Smammy. She is way to pretty to be with an ugly giant such as yourself." He just shook his head.

"Yeah, you're probably right." He agreed with a smirk. "Let's get your shit and get outta here, huh?"

"Language, Samuel." Emily scolded him. I was shocked when he didn't say anything, just looked at his feet sheepishly.

"You're so whipped." I laughed and ran off to the luggage claim. Sam grabbed my things and we headed out to his truck.

"By the way, I'm Mo." I told her as we pulled out of the parking lot. "My brother is too much of an idiot to introduce us properly. He must get his manners from dear old Dad." Sam winced. He didn't like to talk about our father.

Emily just smiled warmly at me. "It's very nice to meet you, I'm Emily."

"Well, I'd sure hope so, because Emily is all Smammy here can ever talk about." We both laughed. I could tell I was going to like Emily. She was kind, and I enjoyed seeing my big brother squirm whenever we talked about him.

"Would you quit calling me Smammy?" He asked.

"Nope." I answered and popped the 'p'.

"Fine, Moby."

"I hate you, Sam." I grumbled.

"Love you too, lil sis." He grinned up at me threw the rearview mirror.

It was another half an hour before we finally made it back to his house in La Push. La Push was a Quileute reservation on the coast of Washington. My brother and I were both Quileute. Our father was Joshua Uley our mother Natalie Green. Dad left shortly after Sam was born. He came back briefly, and that's when I came along. Our mother wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box. If I was her, I would have never let the bastard near me again after he left the first time.

Shortly after Sam turned eighteen, my mother and I moved to Las Vegas. Sam stayed in La Push. I visited quite often though. Mom had a lot of frequent flyer miles.

We pulled up to Sam and Emily's house that was nestled in the woods, about a half mile from the beach. I took a big whiff of the salty air. I had missed La Push. I still had friends here that I kept in contact with. I noticed that all of the lights in the house were on, and it seemed like there was quite a few people inside.

"Smammy, are you throwing me a party?" I asked him. He frowned and mumbled something like 'those idiots forgot to turn off the lights'. "You are throwing me a party!" I exclaimed. Emily turned in her seat.

"Just try to act surprised." She told me. I nodded still grinning.

I looked up and all the lights in the house were mysteriously off. I walked up the sidewalk and opened the door, turning on the lights. Suddenly, I was bombarded by six 7ft giants and one small girl. "Surprise!" They shouted as I was lifted into the air. I looked down at who was holding me up.

"Jacob Black put me down!" I yelled. He shook his head vigorously like a five year old. "I can't breathe!" He still didn't let me go until I was handed over to another giant. I grinned up at him as he cradled me bridal style.

"Embry Call." I grinned. He looked into my eyes like he was seeing the sun for the first time, in the most creepy, but lovingly way. I damn near melted right on the spot.

"Motherfucker." I heard Sam growl. Yes, he growled. Not like a human, more like a rabid dog.

"Hey, Mo." Embry said smoothly, his voice like velvety dark chocolate. I couldn't help but blush. My God, did Embry Call get hot.

"Hey, don't hog her!" I heard Quil Ateara yell. Embry set me down on the ground, his gaze never leaving mine. As soon as my feet touched the floor, I was lifted up again in yet another bone crushing hug. This continued until I had been passed around to every guy in the room, Paul Walker, Seth Clearwater, and Jared Michaels.

I barely noticed the tiny girl standing amongst the big ogres. "KIM!" I shouted. She had been my best friend up until I moved three years ago. She pushed her way through and gave me a big hug.

"Oh my God, Mo, I missed you so much." She squealed. I squealed too. Kim was the only girl I had ever been friends with. We let go of each other.

"I can't believe you're with a dope like Jared." I told her. She smiled sheepishly. She hadn't told me that one. I had to hear it from Quil when he had called a couple months ago.

"Hey, I'm not a dope." I glared at him knowingly. I've known him practically since birth. He was definitely a dope.

"What is it with the girls around here? I mean, Emily and Sam, Jared and Kim, these girls are way out of their leagues. What'd you do guys? Drug 'em?" They all laughed.

"Something like that." Jake muttered, almost bitterly.

I looked around at the strange gathering. "I'd never thought I'd see the day when all of you guys would be in the same room together." I joked. A lot of these guys hadn't really gotten along last time I was in town. Jacob, Quil, Embry and I had been really close growing up. Since Sam was being bred to take over our dad's position on the Tribal Council, Quil Sr. and Billy Black made it a point to come over at least once a week to talk with Sam. They usually brought Jake, Quil, and Embry, and the childhood friendship lasted all the way through middle school, when I left. Even now, we're still pretty close.

Jared and Paul were the two troublemakers in our school. They were constantly getting into fights and causing mischief. I liked hanging around them, especially in middle school. It was the beginning of my rebellious phase. We would always pull pranks and stuff together. It was funny, because their group of friends and Jake, Quil, and Embry never got along. It was like they were fighting for 'top dog' position in school. Sam hated them both. When Paul stole my first kiss walking home from school one day, he almost killed him on the spot. I just laughed it off. Paul was nothing but a friend.

And Seth Clearwater. After my brother broke his sister's heart, I hadn't heard from him. When my brother used to date Leah Clearwater, Seth and I were routinely forced to tag along as chaperones. I figured he'd hate Sam for what he did to Leah. I sure as hell did for awhile.

Finally, my brother. It was completely awkward to see him hanging out with all my old friends. He was 21, hanging around a bunch of juniors in high school, well freshman, in Seth's case.

"Heh, we got over it. Now, we're just one big happy family." Quil grinned like the Cheshire cat. I rolled my eyes. It did make since that these guys would be close. All of their families were big timers on the rez, except Embry. Even mine and Sam's father would have been on the Tribal Council if he wasn't such a douche and a coward. Sam had willingly taken his seat once he turned eighteen.

"Yeah, a big retarded family." I kidded.

"Hey, now, that's not very nice." Jacob said shaking his finger at me.

"When have I ever been nice?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

"Good point."

"Thanks, Paul." I playfully glared at him.

We all sat around and caught up; apparently the boys spent most of their time at my brother's house. It was a little strange, but if all my boys were suddenly best friends, more like brothers, and they were going to be around all the time, I didn't mind. I couldn't help but notice Embry was still staring at me. Every time I'd glance over at him, I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and my heart fluttered just a bit. Before I knew it, it was getting late and everyone was clearing out. The only people left were me, Sam, Emily, and Embry.

Sam and Emily were in the kitchen cleaning up. Emily had cooked us a feast for that night. It was delicious. Embry and I were sitting comfortably on the couch.

"You've really grown up, Em." I told him, not even hesitating to check him out from head to toe. He was almost as tall as my brother, maybe a couple inches shorter. He had the most tantalizingly full lips, when paired with his high Native cheekbones and dark eyes, a girl could lose her self in him. He looked every bit the part of a Greek god.

"So have you." He said, rather suggestively. Not like the shy, timid Embry I used to know.

I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. "Why, Embry Call, are you trying to seduce me?" I mocked shock, putting a hand over my heart.

He looked at me darkly. In a deep, incredibly sexy voice he said, "Why? Are you seducible?" I couldn't help but let my jaw drop out of real shock. One, that he actually knew that line from A Walk to Remember. But mostly, I was shocked at how utterly hot it was when he said it, not cheesy one bit.

"No, she's not." My brother yelled from the kitchen, clearly disgusted. It brought us out of the little moment we were having. I could seriously kill my brother sometimes.

"So, do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Embry asked me.

"Yes, she does." Sam answered from the kitchen. "Emily wants to take her shopping for school supplies and new clothes, and out to lunch to get to know her better." I huffed.

"You wanna answer all my questions for me, Samuel Levi?" I yelled irritated. And I know he knew I was pissed, because I never call him by his full name.

"Yep." He shot back popping the 'p'.

"I hate big brothers." I grumbled.

"Heard that." He yelled from the kitchen. Embry just gave me a smirk.

"Okay, so that probably means your gonna be busy all day, huh?"

I sighed. "Probably."

"No big. I'll just give you a call later. Maybe we can grab dinner or something this week."

I smiled up at him as he stood up. "That would be great." I mentally slapped myself. I don't date, and it seemed that if we went out to dinner, that's exactly what would happen.

"Kay, I'll see you later, Morgan." I had an overwhelming urge to cringe at the use of my full name, but for some reason, when he said it, I smiled like an idiot. It was made even better when he leaned down and kissed my cheek, setting it and every other part of my body on fire.