A/N: It has been awhile… Sorry, for the wait.. I just haven't felt like writing. I know, I know. It's mean for me to make you wait. Hopefully after this chapter, the story will be easier to write. I'm just not sure, where this is going. I know, what I want, and how I wanted it to go, it's just hard to get written down. I've just not been in the best place to write. The last chapter, didn't go how I planned. It took it's own turn. I'm glad, all you reader's liked where it went. Me as an Author, and person can not thank you guys enough, for sticking with me, and my crazy writing. I would appreciate it if ya'll would tell me, what you would like to see, in the story, and the characters. It would be appreciated! Sorry, for the long note. Thanks for reading this far!

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Chapter 4 Yes Sir.

The bus ride was honestly the longest two hours of my life. The bus was loud, and gross. The words, Sam said, ringing in my head like a broken record.

'I'm not your Sammy!'

Over and over again.

"We're a few minutes, away from the camp. Take off any bracelets, or any body jewelry. Including, anything in your ear, mouth, nose, eyebrows, or tongue. If we see it, we will take it." The rough voice of the bus driver, said over the outdated speaker. I snapped the legalize it bracelet, and the I 'heart' marijuana I was wearing. I grabbed my bag, from the floor.

"Get out."

I followed the others, off he bus, and watched it drive away. There were ten other boys, around 10-17. A officer, and Sergeant stopping in front of us.

"Get in groups, 10-11, 12-13, 14-15, 16-17. Go." There two boys, in my group. Two, one, my group, and four in the oldest.

"Okay. Youngest, hall A, go. You, hall B. Go. See where this is going." He turned around and walked away. Throwing, "GO!" over his shoulder. Everyone walked toward their destination. To, tired to care, or scared. I just followed. Hall C, was pretty much, a huge cafeteria. There was a few other boys, scattered here, and there. I sat down, at an empty table. This was gonna be the longest two years. How the fuck did I get myself in this mess? That's right. I met Holly, some dumb bitch. I dropped my friends, and started hanging out with hers. I'm fucking stupid! Sam, told me to stop getting in fights. Tried to talk to me. Tried to hang out with me. But, I pushed him away, ignored him. My dad, my sisters. I think after week five, when Rachel caught me with one chick, I don't even remember the name of, she stopped talking to me. Becca, finding my stash, that I left on my dresser. She took it, and told my dad. Of course, I didn't fucken listen! I snuck out, and did what I allways did. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I recognized a few of the guys, that were there at the party. They just kept. Handing me shit, and I kept taking it. I pretty fucken' lucky, for ending up here, and not jail. I was interrupted by my thoughts, when the door opened. This dude, was big, as big as Sam. buzz cut, and scar on his face.

"My name's Sergeant Nichols. You will report to me, as Sir, and only sir. Unless, told other wise." His voice was deep, and commanding. His stance and persona, was pretty much, 'Don't fuck with me.'. "You bys, are here because society couldn't handle you. My job is to fix that. By any means necessary. This is not a vacation, this is punishment. Most of you would have done better going to jail. But, you thought you took the easy way out. You didn't. You will wake up everyday at the crack of dawn. Run ten miles. Eat, run another ten miles, drills, and other things. If you are not eating you will be working, if you are not working, you will be sleeping. If you do not follow rules, you will be punished, no matter how small the act. There will be no down time, no relaxation. Unless, parents want you for holidays. If not, go on as another day. Welcome to your new lives boys."

This is gonna be harder then I thought.

"Now, that's out of the way, uniforms will be given, hair will be cut, and a drug test. If you do not follow these rules, well your dealing with me."

One by one, boys went back. Then came back out, with a buzz cut, and uniform.

"Black." The room, had a chair, a table with three people sitting at it. "Sit, hair's coming off."

My hair was down to my shoulders and I didn't like having to cut it. When they were done, my head felt colder, and lighter.

"Here. Drug test. Bathroom's there. I need shoe size, shirt, and pants." I told him the sizes, and peed in the cup. Opened the small tinted window, and traded for the uniform. Which was Tan camouflage pants, a brown shirt, and tan boots, with a tan belt. I slipped on the uniform, and grabbed the shorts and shirt I was wearing, along with my shoes.

Sergeant Nichols, told me to put them in my bag.

When everyone was done, he led us to a sleep hall, which consisted of ten bunk beds, with a metal trunk at the end.

"Trunks are for clothes, you will have three uniforms. Get some sleep, boys, your day starts tomorrow."

I set my bag in the trunk, marked Black, and Bostwick. There was anther bag in the trunk. I took off my boots and set them on the trunk, someone set a pair next to mine. I looked up, and saw a guy about my age, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and well toned body.

"Eric Bostwick, you Black?"

"Jacob."

"Good, which bunk, do you want?"

"Go ahead."

He hopped up on the top, and I got the bottom. The lights were out, by the time everyone was, settled. I listened to Sergeant Nichols, and went to sleep. I could already tell tomorrow was gonna be a long day.

I was awoken by a shrill ringing, I jumped to my feet. As did everyone else. Sergeant Nichols, walked in.

"Five minutes, to get ready, meet me outside in a line, according to size. Go." He walked back out, as everyone slipped clothes, on. I quickly tied up my boots. Slipped deodorant on, and walked out with, Eric, and two other guys, I didn't know. When everyone was outside, we quickly got in line. Eric, was the first, and I was in the middle.

"Good, pair off in twos, two in front, two in back." We quickly did as told, "Follow me, and no talking. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir." Was chorused as one. He stood in font and we followed, at a slow jog. The first mile was easy, by the time, we were half way, everyone was panting, and trying to stay where they were. From the many times I've ran, I knew to try and keep my breathing even. There was anther Sergeant trailing behind us, to make sure no one tried to run. We ended at Hall C.

"Eat, you have thirty minutes, when the bell rings, meet out here, in the line you were last time."

Everyone piled in to the Hall. I quickly got in line. We had eggs, toast and water. I took me ten minutes t eat. I laid my head down, and got my breathing to normal. After, a few minutes, I was fine. Eric, plopped down next, to me.

"Jake."

"Eric."

"That is the hardest I've had to run. You?"

"No, cops, a little while back. How I ended up here."

"Parents, and school."

We talked about nothing, we were outside and in line. When the shrill ringing started. Sergeant Nichols, brought us to a open are, with climbing walls, nets, tires, and other things.

"I want twenty push-ups, when your done, stand up. Now." I dropped down and did twenty push-ups, there were a few people left, they were done. "Twenty sit-ups. Go."

Drills consisted of running through tires, climbing a rope net and dropping in a crouch, crawling under wire, a wood wall climbing over, tires again, the last part rope, with knots, to a wooden base zip lining, to the ground. As fast as you can. The zip line automatically goes back up, when the weight is off it. We did that, till' lunch. Lunch was sandwich, apple, and water. After lunch, was class, for three hours. After class chores, which consisted of cleaning the Hall, dishes, bathroom, showers, uniforms, and the vehicles. We worked till supper. Which was spaghetti, and water. We had and hour for this meal. Everyone was eating, only the noises of forks on plates were heard. When everyone was done, people started talking. Sergeant, walked in and silence ensued.

"Every Friday, you will be able to call family members during supper. Every other day letters will be received or sent. You have five minutes, then you meet outside."

I was exhausted by the end of the ten miles. This was my life from now, on. I slipped my boots, and shirt. Then slipped in bed, I was out before the lights.

Its been three months, and Thanks giving was in a few days. I haven't heard from anyone back in LA Push. Every Friday I called the house, and no one answered. I guessed I messed up more then I thought. Only me and a few other boys weren't going home. Boys that were going home, were excited for a real homemade meal, and seeing there family. It was Friday, and after I was done eating, I called the house. I was abut t hang up, after the sixth ring.

"Black residence." My father's rough voice was heard over the line

"Dad?"

"Jacob, that you?"

"Yes. We can call every Friday. If behaved."

"Well, I'm guessing your behaving."

"Yes, I've not caused trouble."

"How is it going down there?"

"They shaved my head, and been working me to exhaustion."

"Ha. Been thinking 'bout what you did?"

"Everyday. Dad, I'm sorry."

"Sorry, isn't gonna fix anything."

"I know, how's everything down there?"

"Pretty quiet, Rachel, gone and got a boyfriend. Becca, getting an honor, for helping this charity case. Getting good grades."

"That's good. Could I talk to them?"

"Jacob, they don't want anything to do with you right now." I heard the beep, from my line meaning I only had two minutes.

"Oh, I gotta go dad, I just called to say Happy thanksgiving, and seeing if I could come home, for the holiday."

"How 'bout you stay down there, maybe next time. Happy thanksgiving to you too."

"Ok, bye dad, love you."

"I know, Jacob. Bye." The line went dead. I walked back to my seat, and let the next guy have the phone. There was five, total. You only had five minutes, for a call. I was happy for, my sisters and my dad. But, I worried about Sam. Was he okay, did he meet someone and forget about me? I just talked to my dad for the first time, in three months, and I realized how much I missed them. I missed my dad, my annoying older sisters. I missed Embry, and Quil. My bed, and over all I missed Sam. I fucked up, and I know I did. I regret, every single thing I did since, I met Holly. I really fucked it over with my friends, and my family. I never did call Embry, after the fight. I absentmindedly rubbed my wrist, where the Jacob bracelet was. I hope Sam's okay. I fucked up, big time, and I knew it. The second, I saw those flashing red and blue whites. I was way to drunk and high, to run properly. I shouldn't have went to the party, I should've ignored Holly's advances. Should've, would've, could've. The bell shrilled, and I walked to my spot, third in line. I bulked up a little bit, Eric was still first in line. I didn't think on the run, and I didn't pay attention. Sam's words, going with the beat of each step.

'I'm not your Sammy!' Four steps.

Over and over, again. Like a broken record, that won't stop, until I do. I barely slipped off my shoes, before I passed out from pure exhaustion. I pushed myself harder on the run, then I have before.

Sergeant Nichols, came in halfway through lunch, on Sunday.

"The buses are leaving in ten minutes. If your leaving grab your stuff, you'll be on the bus, that stops in front of this Hall. I will see you , Wednesday morning. You will be back, Tuesday, during the ten miles. When your back you will have a drug test. If you don't pass, you deal with Major Whitlock. Have a good holiday."

When he left, everyone who was leaving, jumped up and left the Hall. It was just me and two guys, I didn't bother to know. I finished my sandwich, and worked on my grapes. They were gone by the time the bus left. I chugged my water. The old speakers they barely used, came on.

"Anyone not on holiday, report to Hall A." The thing was scratchy and horribly loud. There were Ten people in hall A. The Sergeant for my hall, was the only one, who didn't go home.

"We'll finish out the day, and skip the run. Tomorrow, we run before, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Meet up in Hall A, until Tuesday, then back to normal. After Supper, haircut, then your free to do anything. Take your time, on anything. See you tomorrow morning."

We took our time on the chores. We had extra three hours, class was starting again. Once everyone was back. Supper, was Hamburgers, and leftover fruit. We got milk, and water. When I was done, I went to the drill area. I was on my fifth or sixth time, starting on the rope net, I went to jump, and land. My ft tripped and I was tumbling toward, the twenty foot drop. I hit my left shoulder. There was a sickening pop. I caught my breath, and rolled on my back. There was pain shooting from my shoulder. I'm not sure how long I laid there, it started raining, awhile ago.

"Black! What are you doing?" It was Sergeant Nichols, and he was towering over me.

"Drills, sir."

"Why?"

"Don't know, Sir." He grabbed my left arm, and yanked me up.

"SHIT!" He pulled the arm further out of socket.

"What happened?"

"Fell, and popped my shoulder, sir."

"Let's go to my office, and fix your shoulder."

"Yes, Sir."

The rain was pelting, and coming down hard. He led me to a bunch of small buildings. The porch lights were off, but one. The closer I got, I realized that these were small houses. Walking in, it looked like a office. Their were a few doors that no doubt, went to rooms. He set a stool in front of me. He pulled out a small black box.

"Sit. Shirt off."

I slipped my shirt off me, careful of my shoulder. He was setting something up, I couldn't see over his shoulder.

"You missed the hair cuts today." His tone wasn't mad. Just simply stating a fact.

"Sorry, Sir."

"I'm going to pop your shoulder, back in place. Then shave your hair."

"OK, Sir." He grabbed my arm, and shoulder, then pushed. I clenched my jaw, and fist. He started taping me up, so I couldn't move it very much. Slipped a towel over my shoulder, and shave my hair. When he was done, I slipped my shirt back, on. Again, careful of my arm.

"Can I go, Sir?"

"No, were gonna talk."

"Ok." I looked at my muddy boots. "What about?"

"Why weren't you with the other boys?"

"Didn't feel like it."

"Bullshit. Why?" I looked at the hard wood floors. "Gonna, answer me Black."

"I'd rather be alone, and doing drills, then be without my family. Sir."

"What did you do, to get put here?"

"Fucked up, sir."

"When you leave, you gonna fuck up , again?"

"Don't know, sir."

"Exactly, that's why your here. So you don't fuck up, again."

"I know, sir."

"This is the first, time, I've had trouble, with you Black."

"What's my punishment, sir?"

"Not gonna defend yourself?"

"No, I blatantly skipped out on the hair cut. What's my punishment?"

"Popped shoulder's punishment enough. Go, lights out was ten minutes, ago.

"Thank you, sir."

The rain stopped, long enough for me to get to, Hall C's sleep hall. I easily found my bunk, and tugged my boot's off. Then laid down on the bed, falling asleep, quickly. Sergeant Nichols, isn't that bad.

After, the run and breakfast (Cereal, and milk), I took a shower, cleaned my boots, my uniforms, we got three uniforms, in total. By the time lunch came around, I was itching to run. The ten miles were easy, and I wanted to run some more.

"Go eat lunch, were leaving afterward. I'm giving you an hour to eat, you'll find a surprise. Meet out here, and hop on the bus. Were helping the church down the street, with there thanksgiving dinner, for the families who can't afford the meal."

"Yes, sir." Rang around in my ears. I walked in the hall, and smelled turkey, and pie. They gave us a thanksgiving lunch. Which consisted of turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, corn, and pumpkin pie. I grabbed a juice, and sat at an empty table. The meal was good, and I wished I could be at home, with my dad, Charlie, the twins, Sam, and his friends, which everyone called the pack. Embry, and Quil's family would come and have dinner with us. Sue and Harry, Seth and Leah, allways were there. Sue, and the girls, were probably making the food now. Smacking any hands that tried to grab the food, that was done. Pumpkin, Apple, and Cherry pie, cooling on the table. We allways had a late lunch, sitting around the living room, we never quite fit at the table. After everyone got there food, we would sit down and talk, randomly watching a movie around six or seven. People randomly get up and eat the leftovers. Making sandwiches with the rolls and turkey. Thanksgiving was allways fun, and loud. Macy's thanksgiving parade as background noise. No one would leave until around midnight, when all the kids were falling asleep. Sometimes Sam and Paul would take us out in the woods, and show us all these cool places. I miss my family, and my friends. I fucked up, royally. If I hadn't met Holly, I would be there right now. Messing around with Em and Quil, Seth would eventually tag along and we would happily let him.

I finished the meal. The sound of the loud bus pulling up, told me it was about time to leave. I put my stuff up, and walked out to the bus. Finding a seat in the back. A few minutes later, everyone hopped in with Sergeant Nichols sitting in the front.

It took thirty minutes to get to the small church. We all piled out and walked in the building following Sergeant, to a huge room. There was an elderly woman, looked around in her early 60s. Her graying hair in a bun, her dress covered by an apron.

"Mrs. Lily, these are the boys, I said would come and help you guys out."

"Oh, well aren't they just adorable. Can they cook?"

"Yes, mam."

"Good, I need half of them in the kitchen. The others to help me set up the tables and chairs. After that we'll set up the food, and they can help serve it."

I helped set up the tables and chairs. We put table clothes on the foldable tables, with garlands as center pieces. They were made by the Sunday school kids. Once that was done, we helped bring at the food, it was in a line, and everyone helped serve. Paper plates, and plastic silverware, at the beginning. I got stuck serving the drinks. Around six, people started showing up. They ranged from, itty bitty, to really old. Once everyone was served and ate. They stayed a little while longer, then left. We helped clean up, by taking out the garbage, the tables and chairs. Washing the pots and pans. Then making sure, we got everything. Before we left they gave us brown paper sacks, with leftovers. Everyone got something different.

"I just want to thank you bys, for helping us out. Hopefully you can help us out at Christmas. Happy Thanksgiving, and a good rest of the day."

We ate on the way back, did a ten mile run.

"Go sleep, you did good today."

I passed out the second my head hit the pillow.

The next day, we helped restock the kitchen. Everyone was waiting for the return of the guys. They got back around 8:30, and we were doing our last run of the day. Wednesday, was back to normal. Run, eat, drills, eat, class, chores, eat, run, then sleep.

I didn't hear from my dad, until after Christmas. Me and this other guy, were the only one who didn't go home. We helped the church with dinner, and gifts to kids. It's July now, I've talked to my dad once every month. The twins still won't talk to me. They passed at the top of their class. I miss my family, I fucked up. Every time I talk to my dad, it gets thrown in my face, that I fucked up. He doesn't say anything about it. It's more of the fact his tone is cold. I found out I wasn't going home for Thanksgiving, again. I didn't go home for Christmas either. We did the same thing we did last year. Days became nonexistent, after that. Nothing had changed , besides growing overnight, and gaining more muscle. Around my sixteenth birthday. I was front of the line, Eric looking minuscule next to me. After my birthday, I started getting headaches. I had a fever for the last week. My skin was burning, but I felt better then ever. I snapped a couple of times. Earning myself, more drills, and chores. My appetite was crazy, I was allways hungry, I devoured my meals. The weirdest part, is I kept dreaming about a Midnight black wolf. He didn't attack, he just sat in this clearing and watched me. I allways tried to touch him, But, he look at me with these familiar brown eyes, and run off with a russet wolf. Every night for the past week. When I woke up today, I was agitated, grouchy, and itching to fight. By lunch, I was felt like I was ready to combust. I was glaring, at anybody, who got to close. Sergeant Nichols, finally grabbed me by the collar, and threw me in the sleep hall.

"Get your shit, your going home. Your almost done with your sentence, I called your parents. They said it would be best for you to leave. Your leaving with the group of ones that are going home today. You have ten minutes, to be at Hall A."

I watched Sergeant Nichols, confused. Until, it hit me, I'm going home.

A/N: I hope I did this chapter justice. This one is really long. Now, I know allot of people wanted Sam as Dominate, but with the way the stories going. I wanted Jacob, to become Alpha. I hope no one's super angry that I'm doing that. Please, review, and let me know what you think! :}