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Crying? I thought to myself. I don't cry, especially not in the arms of a hot Indian man. Pull yourself together Cam!

Why should I even care if the dog looked like he wanted to kill me? I didn't care about him? Right? Right.

But I just couldn't shake that look he gave me. It was…brutal.

"Why should I care?" I must have whispered out loud, for I caught Quil's (jackass's) attention.

"You okay?" He said.

"Oh yeah. Peachy." I stated, sarcasm dripping off my words.

"You're not hurt are you?"

"Not physically. But my ego is a bit wounded. That friend of yours, Jacob? He must have found me repulsive, because he seriously just tried to take me out." I said with a shaky laugh.

"Jacob." He sighed. "Pay him no mind. He's…going through a rough time."

"What do you…?" I started to question him, but my attention was pulled to the woman standing in front of us.

She was pretty. Her thick Indian features making her look exotic and mysterious. But that wasn't the only thing different about the woman. Half of her face was mangled, a huge scar pulling down the corner of one of her eyes and the corner of her mouth, a permanent grimace.

I could only imagine what did that to her. Wait, maybe I already knew…

I had to avert my eyes quickly; I didn't want to be rude.

She had a questioning look in her eyes. Well, I guess I too would wonder why some super tall guy had an almost-midget girl strapped to his back.

"Quil." She greeted warmly.

"Emily." He returned. "I've got a little project for you."



"Hey!" I called. "I can hear you. And I am no project."

Quil, thankfully, set me down. The woman chuckled and turned to me.

"Hey. I'm Emily." She said, offering her hand.

"Camille. But you can call me Cam." I offered with a small smile.

"Cam. I like that name." She said. "It's nice to meet you, although the circumstances are, less than wonderful."

"Dido." I said, really laughing for the first time today.

"Emily, I have to get back. Do you mind?" Quil said unsurely.

"Hey I don't need a babysitter big guy!" I said, poking Quil in the chest.

"Quil, go ahead. We'll be cool." Emily stated calmly.

"Thanks."

Emily and I stood there awkwardly for a moment. "Well." She said, breaking the silence. "Let's head back to the house."

"So. How did you get all…involved in this?" I asked warily as we walked.

"I'm Sam's imprint."

"Ah."

Imprinting, the mysterious soul-mate-love thing that only werewolves can do. Sam had explained it as "gravity-shifting" or something like that. It had been very brief in our conversation, so I didn't know that much about it.

But I do know that I don't believe in it. I am a strong believer of fate, that everything happens for a reason. Destiny, on the other hand, is a different story. I have a hard time believing that you were born to do something. I believe in making your own future.

"So. Tell me about yourself Cam."

"Well. I like to sing. I was a former student at Julliard. I will be again if I have any say in it." Lately, I have been thinking of any possible way for me to get back to New York, and into Julliard.

"Wow." She was impressed. "So, why did you leave?"

"Loooong story." I said, not wanting to talk about it.

"Gotcha." She had taken the hint. I already liked Emily; she was easy to get along with.



We got to her house in record time. I had forgotten how small La Push was.

Her house was quaint. It was small with bright yellow shutters and a faded blue exterior. It looked like a real home, not the artificial home that Ben and Sandra have.

"You have a lovely home." I stated in awe.

"We like it." She said smiling.

We walked inside and were met by a girl probably my age, and a cute little girl, probably about two.

"Kim, this is Cam. The one Seth told us about earlier."

"Wait." I interrupted. "I've never met…" Oh wait. I forgot. Werewolves have that weird mind-reading thing. So of course if one werewolf knew about me, then all of them knew about me.

Comforting.

"Never mind." I sighed.

They both laughed and Kim said "Don't worry. You'll get used to it after a while. By the way, I'm Kim. It's nice to meet you."

"Same here. Are you someone's 'imprint' too?"

"Yep. I'm Jared's."

"Cool." I looked around. "So as a new wolf girl," I smiled at my made up phrase "do I have any jobs or anything?"

"No." Kim said at the exact same time as Emily said "Actually…"

Kim gave Emily a questioning look as Emily finished.

"Do you know how to cook Cam?"

"Actually, yes." In New York no one cooks for you. And you can't eat out every night, so I took a couple of classes.

"Well then. Let's do this!" Emily shrieked as she threw an apron at my face and shoved me into the kitchen.

What have I gotten myself into?

I was exhausted.

I have never seen so much food in my life.

Emily, Kim, and I had been cooking for the last hour and a half.



It was tiring, but a lot of fun. We danced around and sang to oldies while Claire (who I learned was Emily's niece and Quil's imprint) played in the flour.

We made meatloaf. But not just one loaf. Fifteen loafs.

Right now I was collapsed on the floor with Claire sitting on my stomach. At first she seemed a little skeptical of me. But once she found out I was a Hannah Montana fan, we were cool.

"Cam." Claire said, right in my face. "You're pretty."

"Thanks Claire, you're pretty too."

Claire squealed and ran off to find her Hannah Montana doll.

I chuckled. Kids were fun…most of the time.

"Cam." Emily said staring down at me. "You better get up, unless you want to be a pancake."

I got up and on cue, the pack came in.

I have never seen food disappear so fast! It was like Poof! It's gone. Werewolves can really put it away.

The names I remember were Sam, Quil, Embry, Paul, Seth, and Collin. There were a few more, but I can only remember so much. Plus, there were so many people packed into that house, that it was hard to determine whose face was whose.

After dinner we girls cleaned up while the guys ragged on each other and told their glory stories. It was probably the most fun I've had since I got to La Push.

I was surprised that they accepted me so fast. I wasn't used to being so wanted. But the weird thing was…I liked it. I felt like I belonged, for once in my life.

After clean up the guys had to go back out for patrol, as they called it. Each couple had their own little farewell. It was hard to watch, there was so much devotion in their eyes, so much love.

It was really late by then, so Emily just had me stay the night. It's not like it mattered to my parents.

After reading Claire a bedtime story, and saying goodnight to Emily, I went to sit on the porch.

The moon was full tonight. It was beautiful, and free, it was everything that I wanted.

All the sudden the wind picked up and a howl erupted from deep within the forest. The creature was in pain, for his howl was filled with sorrow.

I closed my mind and committed the sound to memory. Even though the howl was filled with sadness, it still held a great amount of beauty.



I felt a smile spread across my face. Maybe I could belong here. Maybe this would be the first time I would be truly happy.

But beneath my hope, there was distress. I cursed myself, I was still thinking about Jacob Black. It was like he was burned into my mind. I felt…like there was something about him that was special.

Thinking about Jacob made me think of my past relationships. There were a few guys, some more serious than others. But I haven't found the one yet. I was beginning to wonder if I ever would. Who would be able to survive me?

At this I began to laugh, so hard and loud that tears streamed down my face. I doubled over trying to contain myself.

"Cam?" It was Claire. I felt horrible, I woke her up.

"Sorry Claire. I didn't mean to wake you up." I said picking her up and rocking her in my arms.

"Cam?"

"Yeah?"

"What was so funny?"

"Nothing." I sighed. "Let's get you back inside, it's very late."

I spared one fleeting glance at the forest. I could have sworn that I saw the shadows move…

"Cam?"

"Yep?"

"Do you think ponies can fly?"

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Ria.