A/N: So here is the next chapter! Thanks for the last reviews guys, I enjoyed reading them, and they gave me inspiration. I hope you like this chapter! Also, if there are some mistakes, sorry, I'll correct them later! ^-^

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Chapter Three:

"We missed it," Leah growled angrily. "That damned leech had luck this time, but it won't next time."

"If there's a next time," Embry added in, sighing afterwards in exhaustion.

Everyone trudged towards Sam's and Emily's place quietly, too tired to even speak. It seemed like a long time ago since they had to chase down a leech like this one—a leech that was a bit too fast for them. Leah almost had it by the tip of her paws. . . but it dived right, making Leah miss.

Jared, Sam, and Jacob, and Paul were out there, still patrolling the woods and borders of La Push, just in case the leech decided to return. It seemed unlikely, though, Leah thought. It would be plain stupid in the leech's part if it decided to come back to this place, were twelve wolves were waiting for it, ready to kill it in an instant. Leah gave out a heavy sigh, blinking several times to clear away the sleep.

"Can't I go patrol, too?" Seth whined. He wanted to patrol with the others because he wanted to feel superior. He also wanted something to tell Brady and Collin later on.

"No," Leah said firmly. "You have school later on. I don't know why Jacob made you come along. . ." Leah scowled. She was going to have a word with Jacob next time she saw him.

Seth smiled cheekily, not seeming at all tired. "Maybe because I'm the best?"

Leah snorted, "Yeah right."

"Are you two going home, or are you crashing at Sam's place?" Embry said. He yawned afterwards, and stretched his arms above his head.

Seth answered for both him and Leah. "Naw, we're going to our place. Our ma' must be worried sick," he sighed. Leah merely nodded in agreement, and turned left—where the direction of their house was in.

"Alright then," Embry nodded. "G'night then."

"Night," everyone said to each other. Leah nodded stiffly, before getting Seth by the arm, and pulled him towards the right direction when he had unconsciously continued to walk towards Sam's place, where the scent of delicious muffins awaited all the guest.

Her little brother pouted. "Aw, can't we go and get one muffin?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because what?" Seth frowned.

"Because you have school tomorrow, Seth," Leah explained dully.

"You're right." Seth grumbled. "School. . . I don't want to go."

"Too bad. You're going Seth." Leah said.

"Hmm, now that I think about it," Seth grinned, looking at Leah, ready to watch her reaction, "I will go. I might see Nathan there, on his first day."

Leah's face changed. It went from tired, to happy. It was true, Leah realized. Nathan's first day of school started later on today, and he started highschool. . . "He's going to be in eighth grade," Leah said out loud.

Seth shrugged. "Probably."

They made it to their house quickly, and the lights were all off. Quietly, Leah opened the door, and ushered Seth in, before closing the door behind her. She glared at Seth when he almost bumped into a vase that would've fallen to the floor and shattered. He smiled sorrily, and began to tippie-toe towards his room.

This made Leah roll her eyes. He was exaggerating it.

Before Seth even closed the door behind him, he looked at Leah, smiling impishly. "Oh, and if Nathan talks to girls, be sure to know that I'll tell you, okay?"

He closed his door quickly, leaving a surprised Leah. Her hands clenched when she thought about what Seth had said, and wondered how many girls would be throwing themselves at her Nathan. A lot, Leah assumed, since he was a good-looking. She was angry now, and cursed under her breath.

Leah was now in her room, and quickly laid down on her bed. She couldn't sleep, despite how tired she was. Her mind was preoccupied about Nathan and other girls—would he date one of them? Would he like one? Would he fall in love with another girl that was not herself? This made Leah's heart ache, and she blamed the wolf inside of her.

"Damn Seth," Leah growled. Why did he have to tell her that?

When the sun rose, La Push residents could barely tell. The clouds were covering it mostly, but the sun managed to peak through to give off a tiny gleam of light. An alarm went off somewhere in La Push, and a certain green eyed boy grumbled to himself—something about him not wanting to wake up. He had been having a good dream that consisted of a beautiful girl he'd recently met, and a cake they'd baked.

He reluctantly opened his eyes. The world seemed blurry at the moment, so he rubbed his eyes to see more clearly. After a few seconds of this, Nathan blinked several times to make himself more awake. He yawned loudly, and looked at the time; six fifty-three.

Why had he woken up again this early? Oh yeah. . . school. Damn, school—Nathan's eyes widened at the sudden realization, and hastily got out of bed. It was his responsibility to wake Julie up, and make sure she got to school. His mom had already left to work—she'd left a letter on his nightstand to remind him what he was supposed to do.

Nathan,

I'm at work, okay. Get Julie and yourself ready for school, and eat something before you leave. Eat waffles or something, but don't go to school with an empty stomach. Julie's school is close to yours, so drop her off, and pick her up, too, afterschool. Which reminds me, your school starts at 8: 10, and Julie's starts at 8. Get her to her classes Nathan, please.

P.S. I'll be home around three.

Take care babies. Love you,

Mom

Nathan stared at the letter, frowning. He wondered what time she'd gotten up, and left.

He sighed, and placed the letter back on the nightstand, before taking two steps towards Julie's bed that was close to his. He always wondered why Julie never woke up to loud noises. What did wake her up was if someone shook her. Nathan did exactly that.

"Jules," he said softly. "Jules, wake up."

Julie blinked her eyes awake. "Hmm?" she hummed sleepily.

"Julie, wake up. Time for school." Nathan shook her lightly.

"Okay!" she grumbled, swatting Nathan's hand away. "Don't shake me anymore—I'm awake."

Nathan chuckled. "Alright Miss Moody."

Julie complained, but nonetheless got up from bed. She blinked up at Nathan sleepily, scowling at him, as if it were his fault that they had school. He could only shrug, and point at the clothes he'd set up for her first day. "Those are for today," he explained her still waking mind. "Get ready, okay? I still need to take you to your class," he sighed.

She made a face. "You don't need to. I'm already big enough to walk by myself." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Just get ready, Julie." Nathan said dully. "I have school, too, you know." His stomach twisted. He didn't really want to go himself, because, honestly, what new kid didn't? He dreaded the stares he would soon receive, dreaded the question and curious stares, the many questions. . . Nathan himself was a bit shy when meeting new people. It was safe to say he got so nervous, he usually stutters a lot, or when walking while nervous, he tends to be clumsy. Nathan already dreaded what was to come.

It took them less than twenty minutes to be ready. Julie and Nathan didn't have much of an appetite, so they left the house earlier than expected. Nathan locked the door behind him, sighing, and reluctantly turned towards Julie, who was frowning up at him.

"You don't wanna go to school either, huh." she said, kicking at the floor.

Nathan nodded. "No," he gulped, imagining the stares already. "I don't. Do you?" he asked while both began to walk.

Julie took her time answering. "No, no I don't. I don't see why we even need school." she complained.

"We need it so when we're older, we know how to do stuff, and get jobs, houses. . ." Nathan trailed off.

She considered this with a nod. "Yeah but, mommy went to school, and she doesn't have a very good job," she said matter-of-factly.

Nathan narrowed his eyes down at his younger sister—who didn't know anything about their mom's job or state. "Julie, just don't say anything, will you?" He knew he was being unfair, and that's why he was trying to keep his cool, but it was hard. His sister seemed to ignorant, innocent. . . She hardly knew anything.

Julie looked up, startled. "Did I do something wrong?" she worried, her bottom lips jutting out.

He sighed. "No, I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm being a jerk."

"And a big one!" she giggled.

That was the end of their conversation. Both didn't want to say anything because kids around their age had began to walk on the route they were taking. Both were too shy to even talk, fearing eavesdroppers. Nathan took this as the chance to stare around the beautiful scenery that belonged to the Quileutes—tall, green, healthy-looking trees, fresh air, the sound of the near-by ocean. Up in the sky, dark clouds loomed.

"Crap," Nathan mumbled. "I forgot the umbrellas."

"Uh-oh." Julie said, smiling.

Julie's school appeared. It was so small. Nathan had expected it to be bigger, like his old school, but no, it was tiny. A small smile curled on his lips at seeing the miniture school, and at hearing Julie's loud comment: "It's a school for Chihuahuas!"

A little kid nearby began to giggle. Julie turned a bit red in the cheeks, and bit her lips. She looked at Nathan with wide-eyes.

"Here, let's go see your classes." he said, trying to get her to ease up a bit.

Julie settled in to her first class a bit reluctantly. The teacher had reassured both Nathan and Julie that she would make sure Julie would be okay and very comfortable. She also wished him good luck on his first day.

"Thank you Mrs. Birdie," he said politely. "It was nice meeting you." He flashed her a shy smile. The old woman smiled softly at him. Nathan said goodbye to Julie, before walking away with a farewell to Mrs. Birdie.

Soft prickles of rain stabbed unharmfully at his cheeks. Nathan swatted his bangs out of his forehead, and pulled them aside, knowing that if they got wet, they would be bothering his eyes. He hurried in his step, both because he knew he would be running late if he didn't, and because he didn't want to get sick. His mom didn't want him to get sick, so he would try his hardest not to.

The twisting and turning in his stomach became more prominent as he entered La Push Middle and High School grounds. It seemed a bit odd to him that they combined all fifth through twelth grade together, but shrugged it off quickly. He could already feel the stares following him as he walked, and he felt sorry for leaving Julie all of a sudden, wondering how she must be doing.

Nathan stopped suddenly, and looked around, trying to locate the Front Office. He knew that the office was always in the front of the school, but with him trying to keep his eyes low, it was difficult to look up, and not meet curious eyes. He cursed at himself and his shyness, and sighed. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears, and the soft, hitting little droplets of rain hitting his face wasn't helping the anxiousness he was beginning to feel. He inhaled deeply, trying to gain enough courage to ask someone for directions.

"Hi," said a low, timid voice. Nathan looked up to see a small girl, who unbelievably, looked his age. She had dark hair and eyes, and was cowering under a huge umbrella. Her hair was tied into a neat bun, and Nathan had a feeling this girl was a neat-freak person, and a very smart one, too. "You must be new, am I right?" Her tone implied that she was trying to be polite, but it didn't fool Nathan. She knew about him, his name and everything. After all, hadn't Billy said his Grandfather was well known?

Even knowing this, Nathan nodded, and forced a polite smile on his face. "Yeah, that's me—the new boy, Nathan Harper."

"Oh," the girl said, looking at Nathan, before looking away quickly. "I-I'm Amy. . . You want to know my last name, too?" she asked uncertainly.

Nathan couldn't help chuckling. "No," he said, feeling a bit more at ease. "It's okay. You don't need to tell me."

"It's okay," she said quickly, "my last name's Stone. Amy Stone—at your service." she said this with a slight, almost forced smile.

"Uh," Nathan was unsure what to say at that point. He then remembered he had no idea were he was, and decided; what the heck? "Yeah, I kinda do need help." Amy waited for him to continue, "I—where's the front office?"

Amy began to giggle all of a sudden, and her umbrella shook alongside with her. Nathan felt a bit insulted, but shook it away. It wasn't fair—he didn't know this school like she did. He sighed.

She stopped suddenly, turning red. "Oops, sorry about that." she apologized sincerely. That made Nathan less offended by her. "But, if you just turn around. . . You would see the office."

With great humiliation, Nathan turned. "Damn," he blushed. "U-uh, I guess, uh, t-thanks."

She smiled at Nathan. "No problem, N-nathan."

It was awkward then, for Nathan. He wasn't sure what to do from right there. Should he just tell Amy goodbye? Or should he tell her if she wanted to come along? The first option sounded good, because he could feel the awkwardness begin to creep onto the scene. Even if he did want to say goodbye to Amy, he had no idea how to. His mind had been diverted away from this girl, to another, beautiful, and perfect girl that had just arrived onto the school's ground.

An involuntary smile spread on his lips. He looked a bit dazed, Amy noted, frowning slightly. Had he got bored of her? This almost always happened to her, but this time it sort of hurt. This boy, this Nathan, had actually smiled at her while others would just look at her fleetingly. She grumbled under her breath, and turned to stare at what had captured this boy's attention.

Leah Clearwater had just arrived with her giant friends. She too, was staring at Nathan. And, like Amy predicted, Leah looked at her quickly, before looking away. Amy scowled now, and wondered why people acted that way around her. Was she simply. . . that boring? She knew she wasn't pretty. But she longed the look Nathan had on his face to be directed at herself. Was it too much to ask? Apparently, it was.

Amy had what Dr. Phil would say, "low self-esteem". She had to admit, she might have low confidence in herself. . . but still. Look now, though! She had actually been talking to this cute boy! No one had dared her. That, for Amy, was a great accomplishment.

"That's Leah Clearwater," Amy reluctantly said. She figured it would be the only way for Nathan to turn and stare at her again, and begin talking. Amy knew that when she first saw Leah and her big group, she had multiple of questions, that nobody really answered. At least she'll be a tour guide for Nathan. Amy suddenly wondered how Nathan must be feeling. When she first came to La Push two years ago, she felt, well, embarrassed.

Nathan averted his eyes to look at Amy quickly, and shot her a knowing smile. "I know."

She was stunned. "How—how?" she repeated stupidly, her brown eyes widening.

He shrugged. "Yesterday. At the beach."

"Oh," Amy said glumly. She really wanted to keep on talking to Nathan, but he was too busy staring and smiling at Leah Clearwater—who was smiling back at him—to even pay Amy any attention. She sighed, feeling a bit rejected as always, and began to wave goodbye before his green eyes flashed over to her's, and he looked a bit guilty.

"Sorry," he mumbled, flushing red. "I-I got distracted."

Amy resisted the urge to snort. "Yeah, I could tell."

Nathan noted the angry tone in her voice. He smiled apologetically. "Hey, so uh," he willed himself to stare at Amy, and not look at Leah, "can you lead me to my classes after I get my schedule? If you want to, of course," he added in quickly, trying not to be rude.

Amy stared at the flushed boy, and nodded quickly. How could she deny this cute boy anything?

Leah was not. . . so pleased.

She could hear every word Nathan and that girl—Jaime or Amy?—were saying to one another. She wasn't at all jealous. She just felt rather uncomfortable at the fact that many of the female population was turning to stare at the, "New cute boy." as some girls put it to. It left Leah scowling a bit. She was a bit grateful for this. . . Amy girl, because she was going to show Nathan around. But Leah would've preferred Seth to have done that. . . but no, Seth had woken up late.

"So, l-let's go?" the girl asked shyly, and began to close the gigantic umbrella she was carrying. This made Leah snort. It wasn't even raining that much!

Nathan nodded, and observed the girl while she was closing her umbrella. "Yeah. I guess." He smiled at the girl, and asked, "Do you want me to carry it, Amy?" Leah smiled at this; Nathan was just trying to be polite. She watched the girl's reaction, and saw her swoon a bit.

"U-uh," she paused, and quickly looked away from Nathan. "N-no thanks."

Seth suddenly put an arm around Leah's shoulders, and sighed heavily. "Stalking Nathan, are we Leah?" he teased, grinning impishly at her. He too, stared at Nathan as he entered the office with this girl. He frowned. "Who did he go in with?"

"Some shy girl named Amy." Leah said flatly. "Apparently she's his tour guide for the day."

Seth snickered, "And you're not happy about it?"

"No," Leah said, giving her little brother a glare, "I do like it. At least he has someone to show him around—I don't think he'd like it much if he walked around, confused and lost, for the whole day."

"Yeah," Seth acknowledged. "But some other girls would've helped him. Look at that poor Amy girl. She's being sent nasty looks!" he muttered incredulously, his eyes widening. "Wow, girls. So complicated. . ." he sighed, shaking his head. Leah slapped him in the head, and made a face.

Before Seth could even say "ow", a wolf's howl interrupted him. The sound was strong and significant, containing authority and a warning. Both Leah and Seth became alert, but Leah's eyes followed Nathan, who was staring at her once more, with shocked green eyes. His face roamed her's, before he waved and smiled shyly. He must've muttered the word "bye" because his lips moved. He was then dragged away by that Amy girl, who took him inside, already foreseeing the many students that would be flooding the halls—pushing and shoving. They knew danger was near, their subconsciousness told them that. It was an instinct shot off, but still there, ready and alert.

Leah sighed annoyed, and began to walk towards the woods. She turned back abruptly, which made Seth nearly collide into her. "Whoa Lee!" He glared at her. "Don't do that!"

"Stay here," she ignored his protesting. "I'm sure Jacob doesn't need all of us. And if he does, I'll howl twice." she instructed, narrowing her eyes at Seth. "Go to class Seth, and. . . and try your best." She smiled, before she began to jog towards the woods.

Seth frowned. "Bye! And you better howl!" He thought about something for a moment, before saying, "I'll take care of Nathan for you!"

"Goodbye, Seth!" Leah shook her head, but felt a rush of gratitude towards him. She had been feeling worried about Nathan, wondering if he was safe. Her mind then went to Seth, and again she wondered when her brother would learn that school was highly more important than some meaningless pack call?

When she was hidden in the safety of the woods, she smelled the air. She could smell a faint trace of leech, but it was barely there, contaminating the air. She decided to walk in deeper, before phasing. And suddenly—once she had found the perfect spot to phase—she felt the familiar tremor run down her spine. All of her muscles jostled as if being electrified, and shook. Her muscles and form began to change rapidly, changing, expanding. . . silver fur grew out of her larger body, and a snout was now present were the mouth should of been.

Leah Clearwater wasn't a beautiful, female human being anymore. No more was she simply exposable to the predator lurking in the woods, hunting down prey. Now Leah was a giant, beautiful silver wolf. Strong, and quicker, and just. . . a supernatural fur-ball.

Took you long enough, Paul muttered angrily, his nostrils filled with that sickly sweet-scent. He was farther away from were Leah was—near the school—which made her a bit more relaxed. Where's Sethy boy? I thought he would've come. Oh, don't tell me; you made him stay?

Leah growled under her breath. Shut up you lousy dog. Keep on sniffing.

Embry laughed. Oh, she got you owned!

I'm no dog, you dumb ass. Paul growled.

Guys, focus, Jacob suddenly said. We have a bloodsucker near, and I think it's the same one as yesterday.

Leah was almost near them. The smell was getting more hideously prominent in her nose, and she mentally grimaced. Filthy parasite.

Jared snorted. We've been inhaling this all morning! So don't complain, Leah.

I can complain all I want, Leah snapped. Back to work, you flea bag.

Flea bag? The whole pack chorused, before some started to laugh. Leah scowled, and willed her legs to push faster against the ground, and get near them. Oh when she was close to Jared. . .!

Jared winced at the images in Leah's head that involved him. Aww! Paul was bothering you too!

Jacob sighed annoyed. Play time is not the time right now, guys. he reminded them. Focus, sniff, and locate.

Focus, sniff, and locate? What am I, some police dog? Embry grumbled. Can I go back? I'm tired. He complained.

N—There! To your right, Leah! Jacob suddenly yelled. All the pack members present ignored their playfulness and laziness, and began to run where Leah was at. Leah, on the other hand, took one long sniff in the air that burned her nostrils, and ran towards the direction it was coming from.

Go Leah! Quil cheered.

Shut up, doggy. Leah sneered.

Aw, we thought you were back! Jared fake-pouted.

Fo. Cus. Sam reminded. Leah had forgotten he was there.

She was the fastest out of the whole pack. She felt smug because of that, and tended to always show off. And right now, she felt like showing off. She was the only fastest one to be able to reach the damned leech. Leah wasn't even tiring herself out, while the others were trying their best to catch up. Leah laughed mentally, and leaped over a fallen tree.

And there it was. The bloodsucker.

It was running quite fast, Leah admitted. The leech was running like hell was approaching it; the bloodsucker looked like an angel, but Leah knew better. It's golden hair flew behind it. Then, to check what the heck was following it, the leech turned, it's ruby eyes staring surprised into Leah's, before a smirk formed on her lips.

"Wolves?" she asked incredulously, before going up to a fallen tree, and picking it up with one hand. Leah wasn't sure what to do at this point, because she knew that the leech intended to throw it at her. Leah barred her teeth threateningly.

Don't do anything reckless, Leah! We'll almost there! Jacob growled, clearly in the lead.

Leah rolled her eyes mentally. Does it look like I'm gonna really jump in, and get thrown a tree? Do you really think I'm stupid?

YES! Paul laughed.

She couldn't answer Paul, because she had to dodge last minute when the leech finally decided to throw her the damned tree. Leah dodged swiftly, and her tail graced the trunk just slightly, but it was enough to make Leah enraged. How dare that filthy leech throw her that!

Leah charged, her vision a red haze, but the leech looked clear, ready to be demolished.

This time, it won't have the same luck as yesterday night.

A/N: Ahh, so I end it there! \('-')/ I included more of the pack, and Nathan-Julie bondness as well as Leah-Seth. I enjoyed writing those scenes, they were fun and effortless.

I introduced a new character; Amy Stone. She's shy, yup, and a bit awkward with her jumbo umbrella ._.

So, do you like this chapter? Sorry if there wasn't enough Leah/Nathan interactions -.- Can you all please give me five review again? More than five would be appreciated, just hinting. . . lol.

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