"You wanna know the secret to living a long and happy life? Follow your heart. You do that, all the rest just figures itself out." -Mildred in "Into the Mystic"

I sighed, sitting at the table Friday afternoon, while Quil and Jared were talking about some girl that had tried to start a rumor that Jared was fucking her. I could only roll my eyes, as I chewed on my chicken nuggets, looking down at my history textbook, I had a test right after lunch and I had done another area of history more than actual normal American History. I had history on things that would prepare me a life of hunting, Dad had managed to put me on a path of barely present high school degree and an excellent researcher the other times. Seth had his arm around my shoulder, half paying attention to Jared and Quil while staring at me. I looked up at him sometimes, smiling slightly. Though, I jumped slightly when I heard Kim slam down at the table, proud of herself as she bit an apple. I watched Jared grin and lean over to kiss her.

"I told her I'd save her a seat in hell." She replied, making me freeze slightly. The more I forced myself to not think about the monsters in the real world and about hunting the more that I managed to not feel like I was drowning in guilt that I should have found a way to break dad's contract and save him from the torture of hell that people enjoyed joking about. Though when someone would bring up monster movies or joke about hell, I felt the entirety of the weight of my shoulders on me. I could feel myself drowning in blood as flashes of dad being ripped to pieces in front of my eyes, of being covered in his blood as I pulled his bloody body away before Lilith did her weird white light demon thing.

I could feel myself hyperventilating as Embry replied that it wouldn't be at our table. I proceeded to grab my backpack and book, running out of the cafeteria and to the bathroom. I could feel tears stream down my eyes, my breath becoming lighter as I dialed Sam's number. I locked myself in a stall as I slid down in the corner of the stall, holding myself together as his number dialed. I whimpered as he never answered going to the voicemail.

"Just let me be selfish, for once." I whispered, "I'm drowning here, I want to go back to hunting full time. I need to help you destroy Lilith because she left me a fucking orphan. God, Uncle Sam, I hurt so bad I just want the pain to go away. Where are you? Tell me where you are and I'll leave right now and never look back to La Push. Why did you send me away? We need each other Sam, we need each other and you dumped me here in a small town and expect me to leave with what I've been able to do. Well Sam-"The voicemail had cut off.

"Whitney, are you alright?" I heard Kim's voice. "Did I say something to upset you?" She asked, as I crawled over and opened the stall door, letting Kim come and sit beside me, feeling her slight normal body warmth on my legs. "I overheard part of what you were saying. Is everything okay?"

"What all did you hear?" She asked, tensing up. If someone had known what I had done, they would lock her up either in an asylum for not believing in what actually goes on in the world or in jail because she had killed innocent people by herself when helping Sam and her father in hunts. They were possessed, but the human soul that was in there was gone because of her, but if not the person would have never been the same.

"I heard from 'We need each other Sam.'" She replied, "Is Sam your boyfriend or something from where you were before you moved here?" She smiled softly, "Let me guess. It was a bad boyfriend and to save you your father moved you here."

"It's a complete wrong thing." I replied, leaning back. "My father was in a very hard business; the job he was doing was supposed to be easy. There was a freak accident that shouldn't have happened and he died on the job. I saw him in shreds before my Uncle Sam found us and he thought it would be better for me to move."

I felt Kim wrap an arm around me, leaning her head on my shoulder. "That's awful, I couldn't even believe of having to go through anything like that out in the universe. You're still trying and that's more than anyone would have done seeing that. My mom witnessed my grandfather being shot, and she couldn't take it."

"How long has it been?" I asked, looking at this girl, realizing in that moment maybe we weren't so different from each other after all. Her mother had killed herself and I watched my father drug into hell by hellhounds because he had made a deal to save my Uncle.

"I was twelve years old." She replied, holding her hands in mine. "I had gone to a sleepover and the policeman came and told me. My father was on a business trip and he missed the funeral."

That afternoon I sighed, watching the light bit of rain from my car. Embry had invited me to a bonfire, saying that when he came back we would go together. I held my mug full of Apple Cider, the only tradition that dad had kept from when I lived with my mother was when I had a bad day we would get a drink of apple cider and not talking until the drink was finished and then he would listen to me about my day. Bobby had done it with me the first twelve hours once we had gone back to his house after Dean had died, we were supposed to prepare him for a hunter's funeral, but that wasn't the case.

"You ready?" I looked up to see Embry, walking up the stairs of the porch. I held up my finger, taking the last sip of my drink before nodding at him. I walked back in the house and grabbed the small bag that Aunt Tiffany had gotten me, it was leather and managed to hold my cell phone and wallet. I walked back out and smiled at him.

"Do you care if we drive? I want to drive Baby 2.0 sometime this week." I replied, we had gotten the tags, but there was no insurance so I couldn't drive it off the reservation. Aunt Tiffany had said no single thing, about driving it around the reservation.

"You don't have insurance?" He replied, looking at me as I shrugged getting in the car as we drove to the beach. It was such a small drive, that we could have walked though my car was a strange connection to my dad in a way that I would always have him with me. I sighed, seeing Seth playing football with another person out there. I smiled at him and waved, as he let himself get tackled by some person that I hadn't met yet. I heard them yell at Embry, as I followed him with my hands in my pocket. I watched Seth walk over to me, grinning as he picked me up and spun me.

It was the first time I had laughed since Christmas, when I laughed a bit at how stupid it was for me to save my Dad and my Uncle Sam by playing ding dong ditch. I had been sitting in the back yard of the crazy pagan gods' house and watched them get taken up to be sacrifices.

I could hear them outside as I was bent under the window of the kitchen, I could hear Dad and Sam talking, but I couldn't make out the words. I heard the voices of the gods, in the kitchen and could make out that is what they exactly world. I heard someone sighed, hoping that Dad and Sam would be able to figure out how to get out of this because of numerous things. I then heard yelling from Uncle Sam while Dad calling them a son of a bitch.

I bit my lip as I heard the mention of Jesus, Jesus mentioned by pagan god was something that would made me laugh. Then I heard Dad yell, then the lady mention something about a swear jar. I started to walk over to the door and started to press the door bell, sighing when I heard no answer, but I still managed to hear screaming from them inside. I pressed on the doorbell again, no one answered and then heard more screaming as I went to press the doorbell again.

"Excuse me, I'm lost and was wondering if I could use your phone to call my dad," I replied, faking a tear. They took the bait and my Dad and Uncle Sam managed to kill them quickly after that.

"You okay?" Seth's voice managed to pull me away from my thoughts of Christmas, back when there was hope that my dad would be alright. "You have a tear in your eye." He said, wiping it away.

"I was just thinking of a really good memory for a moment." I replied, smiling at him. Fuck it, if I was stuck here, I was going to be weak and selfish unlike Dad and Uncle Sam and let myself fall in love. If that person was going to be Seth Clearwater, I could have two years with him until I'm pulled back into the family business. I would remind myself that I wouldn't be there to protect him and that I couldn't anymore when I went back to what I was meant to do.

"I want you to meet my family." He replied, grabbing my hand. I felt myself blush, Seth was such an innocent creature that any act of love had me blush around him. I could only nod as he pulled me over to two women. "Mom and Leah, this is the girl I had been telling you about. Whitney, this is my mom, Sue and my sister, Leah."

"It's nice to meet you." I replied, holding out my hand to shake it. Sue raised an eyebrow at the anti-possession charm on my bracelet before shaking my hand. Leah shook my, there was no recognition of my eyes in the fact that I had an anti-possession bracelet on. "I'm Whitney Winchester."

Soon after, I was pulled away from them by Embry who wanted to show off his new cousin to everyone that was there. It was enough to pull me from the fucked up fantasy part of my brain that would want to damn Seth Clearwater to hell by thinking of anything with a relationship with him. By the time the legends had started, there were more people. I heard them complain about someone named Bella Swan and how she had Jacob whipped. The brunette girl that I hadn't been introduced to I guess was Bella Swan.

Seth came and sat beside me as the stories were being told, on his plate he had four different types of hamburgers and hot dogs on a plate, with a lot of sides. I had only a single hot dog that was completely plain and some potato chips. "You having fun?" He asked, as I nodded. It was the first time that I actually felt like a teenage girl rather than a hunter in training. "Our date tomorrow will be a little less hetic than this. I was thinking of seeing some horror movie."

"I could always use a good laugh." I replied, leaning into him without thinking as he wrapped his arm around me. I could always be such a flirty person, but I had for some reason started to actually feel something for Seth Clearwater within the three weeks of knowing him. Tomorrow would exactly be a month since knowing him, two days ago it was exactly a month since my dad had died. Prom was next weekend and the weekend after was when school ended and summer began.

I let him hold my hand as I heard the legends of the Quileute people, how they would be spirit warriors and how they would shift into wolves. I could feel myself become uncomfortable, thinking of how every legend actually has truth behind them. They continued on about the legends of how the wolf people would fight the cold ones, who was probably the only form of vampire that a hunter wasn't really able to kill unless dying in the process. I felt Seth shift, the heat from his body coming highly uncomfortable as the stories went on and then they started to talk about the stories involving imprinting. I could feel many eyes fall on me, as I tried to make my breathing look normal.

The moment that the legends ended, I whispered in Seth's ear that we needed to talk. I let him lead me to the woods, away from the ears of everyone that was around. I bit my lip, praying that everything I was feeling in life was not true. I had been raised to decipher the legends from the truth, the actual monsters from the fake ones, but there was something about these that I couldn't figure out. I sat on a fallen down log, looking at him in the moonlight. His hair was somewhat shaggy with brown eyes that I could drown into, if I had been raised by Aunt Tiffany originally I could end up right now standing up and kissing him. I had not though, I had been raised to fight the monsters in the world and the person that had made me feel that I could be something more than a hunter could be something like that. "Please tell me it's not true." I replied, "Please tell me that you're not some sort of shapeshifter that kills vampires."

"I'm not able to lie to you about this." He replied, taking a step towards me as I pressed myself against a tree. "I shapeshift into a wolf and fight vampires. I'm not some sort of monster, Whitney. I swear to you that I only protect you." I bit my lip, I had seen people turned into monsters that had coped without hurting a single soul. "The thing on imprinting is also true, Whitney, I imprinted on you. You're my soul mate and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

I felt myself blink back tears, as I looked at him. "I need to go," I replied, running away from him, back to the bonfire. I saw everyone's eyes, except for Bella and Jacob, on me as I took off running to my car.

"Whitney Winchester," I heard the voice, I recognized the expressions of it that could only belong to one person. I turned around and saw Ruby, I crossed my arms looking at her. She was a red-haired girl, short and had been slightly heavy set. The person was cute, the demon possessing her was not.

"What the fuck do you want? You couldn't save my dad and from all, I care your soul is useless to me." I replied, walking away from her to my car making my voice low enough to the shapeshifters wouldn't hear.

"Where the fuck is Sam?" She asked, walking over to me. I felt her grab my arm and I glared at her.

"Fuck if I know. If you see him, telling him I say Fuck you." I replied, getting in my car before pulling away.