A/N: I know. I'm incredibly late with this chapter. And you guys are incredibly angry.

I'm really sorry I didn't post sooner, but not only was I having serious writer's block with this, but I was dealing with my actual life. So here's the run-down of why I didn't post:

I was either on Spring Break or recovering from Spring Break 2-3 weeks ago.

I modified the chapter I did write last weekend due to major writer's block and never posted the actual new one. Plus it was Easter weekend for crying out loud!

This weekend I had state knowledge bowl where I almost died like six times. Seriously. My math teacher almost hit a sign. And then there were like tornado warnings in Colorado Springs. And then Berthoud Pass was closed. And then we took Cameron Pass. Which was all snowy. And we almost died.

The end!

-leslie

Embry POV

The pilot clearly did not do well in landing class. After that touchdown, I really was considering becoming a fly-o-phobe.

The plane started shaking again, and we skimmed the landing strip. Then, with a sharp jolt, we landed. We were all thrown forward, and would've gone through the windshield without or seatbelts. I glared at the pilot who, I noticed, had tightened his belt substantially before we arrived. He seemed unshaken. I took this as a sign that he was very used to such crappy flying.

After we stopped, the three of us got up and stretched. We hauled our bags out of the cargo hold, and Emmet and I ended up carrying two more bags than we'd packed. Apparently Alice went shopping for Renesmee.

Stepping on to solid ground for the first time in hours, I sighed my relief audibly. The pilot once again looked irritated. I didn't blame him this time though. I was insulting him openly.

Emmet was wobbling around like a drunk; he didn't realize that 'sea legs' were usually from being on a boat for a long time, not from flying. Or he just thought it was funny. Most likely the latter.

So in one hand I held my suitcase, and I was balancing the other two in my other arm. I couldn't see over the stupid bags. Rosalie wasn't faring much better, and I almost wanted to take one of her bags from her thin arms, wondering how it was possible for someone so skinny to carry that much weight. Then I remembered that she's a vampire.

The terminal wasn't actually a terminal. It was an itty-bitty building. I was told that we could've landed in Anchorage, and flown on a regular commercial jet, but that it was more convenient to just rent a private plane and go straight to Denali. We wouldn't have to deal with renting a car or Emmet harassing the stewardesses, which I was told had been a problem in the past.

Stumbling a bit, I walked forward. A car was waiting for us at the other end of the strip. It was a McLauren. The exact car I wanted. In black. Exactly the way I wanted it. This was so cool.

Someone I couldn't see popped the trunk, and we all dropped our bags in. I got to be the 'packer' and arrange the crap-load of stuff Alice insisted on sending into the tiny trunk.

Finally, I looked up. Emmet and Rosalie were standing a few yards away, talking at vampire speed with a pretty blonde girl around 5' 4'', and another person I couldn't see through Emmet's bulk.

I strode up, ready for anything. I was sure they'd smell my similarity to Jake. After all, we were both werewolves, and possibly half brothers. However, we both hoped I was Sam's half brother, not Quil or Jake's. Once again I was wishing my mother hadn't been so horrible.

My train of thought was lost when I felt a slight shift in the breeze.

A wave of a sweet raspberry scent assaulted my senses. My eyes nearly rolled back into my head in pleasure. A tinkling laughter caressed my ears and my brain nearly shut down. My heart started beating with pronunciation. My stomach felt lighter.

I saw a glimmer in the sun, and then the ice seemed to start singing praise for such an exquisite sight. My vision was cornered by a sight of blonde hair lightly tinted pink being tousled by the wind.

That was the moment all of my senses fled. All except pure, unrestrained love.

A/N: Cliffhanger I know. But I like it like this.

I'll try to post next weekend, but its prom [WOO!] so I'm not sure I'll be able to.

Toodles! lol

-leslie