Seth has been hanging around a lot more since I came. He was always there, but he never moved to make conversation. So, I did it for him.

"So, what's your story?" I asked him as I sat down at the kitchen table next to him.

He looked surprised that I talked to him, but confused. "What?"

"How old are you? Where are you from? You got any monkeys?"

He laughed. "I just turned fifteen, I'm from La Push, and the only monkeys I got are the one's in the living room."

We heard a 'hey!', probably from Embry.

He asked basically everything about me. I could just picture him taking notes as if he would have a pop quiz on this stuff. When we talked, he made sure to steer clear of my family's death which I was grateful for.

I told him everything about me… well, you know except the fact that I am supernatural/mythological creature.

"Hey, where's Sam?" I asked him when we finished laughing.

"On patrol," he replied.

Wait, what? Patrol? "What?" I asked him confused.

His eyes widened like he said something he shouldn't have, like a secret of some sort. "Oh, uh, yeah. The whole gang is on the volunteer La Push police force. That's why we don't have uniforms."

I gave him that I-know-you-are-lying-you-might-as-well-tell-me look.

"Uh, excuse me," he walked out the backdoor into the forest.

I realize that all of a sudden I feel cold, empty, and hopeless. What the hell?

Without thinking, I take off into the woods, flying. Literally flying.

I whiz past some trees and make it to some clearing. I stopped dead on my tracks when I see like 10 bears the size of horses with paws. (AKA werewolves)

It looked like they were having a private conversation, but they stopped when they realized I was about 10 feet away from them.

We had like a stare down until the Sandy one stepped forward.

"Trust me on this, you wouldn't like to eat me. I have an unnaturally high temperature and I'm skin and bones."

A noise erupted from his throat… a laugh? That's weird. He started to come forward.

I was scared shitless. I could not even come up with a proper spell to get myself out. GOT IT!

"I have seen my fear. Now help me get out of here."(A/N: sorry. I could not come up with anything better. Tell me if you can. I need ideas!) I snapped my fingers. I opened my eyes to see my room in all of it's plain-jane glory.

I'm wiped was my last thought before I crashed on the bed into a deep sleep.