I still cant believe that I have over one hundred reviews, thank you all so much. I'm not completely sure about this chapter so please let me know what you think. Embry's POV as requested by many people, here we go…

Tapping my fingers on the wooden table I kept my eyes glued to the clock.

"Em, is it almost ready?" Quil whined also gazing around as if searching for an escape. Emily turned to glare at us as she routinely stirred a delicious smelling substance in one of her massive pots. My stomach groaned from hunger as I sunk lower down in my seat, it creaked under my weight.

"Be patient boys," she rolled her eyes as she wiped her hands on her apron and wandered casually over to the fridge. I didn't have time to be patient, despite what my hungry stomach thought.

"We have to get going Quil," I spoke through gritted teeth as an icy wind invaded the kitchen. They would appear at any moment.

"But the food-" Quil began.

My back stiffened and I sat up straighter as a door slammed followed by loud voices.

Shit. Too late.

Pushing away from the table I tried to make my way quietly towards the door. Quil looked torn as he inhaled the scent of the cooking food.

"Embry, where are you going?"

Busted! Emily stood with a bag of lettuce in her hands as she raised her eyebrows in my general direction. I lowered my eyes as Sam, Jared and Paul stumbled into the kitchen their laughter bouncing off the thin walls of the house.

"Um….I have somewhere to be?" My reason came out as more of a question. Jared narrowed his eyes at me as he sat down and I shifted from foot to foot as to avoid Paul's scrutinizing eyes. Quil was staring intently down at the table as he mumbled under his breath. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I turned to face Emily.

"And where would that be?" Sam asked as he swooped down and littered Emily's face with chaste kisses. A pang of jealousy stabbed at my chest. How I wished everything was easy.

"To help," I looked desperately around the kitchen, "My Mum. With that thing!"

"Thing?" Paul's low voice made me feel suddenly anxious.

"Help her with the garden," I blurted.

"Yeh and I have to pick up Claire!" Quil also pushed away from the table, his eyes wide. He wasn't very good at the whole keeping your mouth shut thing.

"Have your breakfast first boys," Emily kicked open the ancient oven, "I'm sure your Mum wont mind if you're a few minutes late Embry and Quil, I don't know what your trying to hide but Claire will still be sleeping at this time."

Quil's shoulders slumped in defeat and I put up my guard as I sat back down. Sam glared at me as I reached for the first muffin before Emily.

"How's Kim?" Quil asked abruptly silencing the whole table. He let out a curse as I kicked him underneath the table.

Stupid, stupid Quil.

"Great," Jared had a silly lopsided grin plastered on his face, "she loves college but she's coming back to visit this weekend."

"Didn't she just leave," Paul growled and a slight tremble ran through Jared's body.

"Lay off," Sam hissed as Emily laid a calming hand on Jared's arm. My chest had squeezed painfully tight at the thought of Ava going away, it was hard enough with her just on the other side of town.

"Speaking of imprints," Emily wriggled around on Sam's lap," how's your imprint search going Embry? Anything new?"

Quil choked on the piece of bacon he was chewing and knocked over his glass of water. Swallowing loudly I gazed around at everyone's expectant faces, even Paul looked interested.

"Nothing much to report," I lied, "but she's beautiful and she reads. That's about as much as I know."

"Great," Paul leant back in his chair, "another fricken bookworm."

Growling I clenched my hands into fists as Paul began to laugh.

"Don't let him get to you," Sam murmured lowly. Breathing in I tried to stop my body from shaking.

"Is she Quileute?" Paul asked, his eyebrows furrowed almost in concentration. Quil looked amused as he stuffed another handful of food into his mouth. Emily straightened up again as she turned to look at me curiously.

"Oh yeh," I murmured, "she's definitely Quileute."

I tired to stop my eyes from flickering to Paul's. He had no idea.

"Let's hope Paul hasn't slept with her then," Jared grinned as he stabbed at his eggs with his fork.

"That I doubt," Quil snorted and water came flying out of his nostrils. I glared at him.

"Why is she ugly? I bet she is," Paul snickered.

Without thinking I launched myself across the table. Plates of food went flying everywhere and I saw Sam push Emily behind him. My hands were suddenly around Paul's throat and I saw red as I gripped him tighter. How dare he call her ugly. How dare he!

"Come on man, he was joking," Jared laughed while I brought my knee up to hit Paul in the stomach. He began to shake and I let out a curse as his fist connected with my nose. Distantly I could feel Quil's hands on me from behind trying to pull us apart.

"Stop it. Now," Sam bellowed.

Trying to fight the alpha tone I continued to hit out at Paul but it felt like I was wading through water. As much as I tried I couldn't seem to get him.

"Now!" Sam repeated.

Frustrated I let out a growl as I pushed against Paul and ran out the front door still shaking. I would not phase. I could not phase. I couldn't afford to let Paul see my thoughts. I couldn't!

Letting my muscles burn I pushed quickly forwards running faster than humanly possible. My breaths came out as gasps as I entered the woods and became consumed with her scent. Ava. I breathed in deeply. She had been there recently. She had been in the woods with a leech nearby. I ran faster.

I was officially the worst wolf in the world, how was I supposed to protect La Push when I could even protect my imprint!

My head thumped as I continued to run. A tiny red car swerved out of my way as I found the road. Whipping my head around I noticed Ava in the passenger seat, I clamped my eyes shut as I heard the thud of her knees hit the dashboard. I couldn't do anything right. Opening my eyes I caught a glimpse of her wide silver eyes through the strands of dark hair hanging loosely across her face. Her face seemed to turn a dark shade of red and I wondered what she was thinking. She looked flustered as she stumbled from the car and I fought the urge to run to her. Ava would not get hurt on my watch, I was going to make sure of it.

Distantly I was aware of someone speaking but I ignored them as I watched Ava stretch her legs out in front of her, her top riding up to expose her flat stomach. Her beauty never failed to take my breath away, she was the furthest away from ugly on the planet but then again I am a little biased. My heart sunk a little as she lowered her eyes to the ground and I was suddenly aware that her friend was screaming at me.

"W-what?" I mumbled. A grin spread quickly across my face as I noticed Ava's mouth quirk a little at the sides. I had made her smile!

"You. Ran. Out. In. Front. Of. My. Car," her friend Delilah? was still shouting at me. Oh crap. I had hadn't I? I should really take more notice of my surrounding when I'm running. But Ava was alright that was all that really mattered.

"You could of gotten hurt," Ava whispered softly, "we could of gotten hurt."

Desperately I tried to hold her eyes. The thought of her ever being harmed seemed to tear my heart apart. Never taking my eyes off her I saw her eyes narrow in frustration and I could hear her teeth as the gritted together. Remembering the way she had hit the dashboard, I flinched.

"Are you alright?" I clenched my hands into fists to stop myself from running and grabbing her into a hug. My heart bet frantically in my chest. Even though I could see she was alright, I needed to hear it from her.

"Pissed off," she lowered her eyes, "but otherwise fine."

Breathing a sigh of relief I catalogued her every feature. Every curve of her body, her heart shaped face, her slender russet coloured arms. I would kill anyone before they had the chance to hurt her. She is mine. My curiosity piked as once again her cheeks flushed a dark red, interesting.

Suddenly aware of someone glaring at the side of my head my eyes flickered once again to Delilah.

"Was there something else you wanted," her eyes were fierce and she looked strong as she stood in the middle of the road with her hands on her hips. I realised suddenly that I needed her to like me, I had no chance with Ava if her best friend didn't approve, I knew that much about the politics of girl talk.

Racking my brain I tried to think of something, anything to win Delilah's approval. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her rusted red car still idling in the middle of the road, it looked awful. Frowning I tried to decide if the original car could be salvaged from the train wreck she had let it become.

"Well!" Delilah tapped her foot impatiently on the ground. Panic set in as I noticed Ava taking tiny footsteps back in the direction of the car. She wanted to leave!

"I'll get you a free paint job," I shouted making Ava pause. Following her gaze I drunk in the sight of stubborn Delilah biting down hard on her bottom lip as she gazed longingly at her car.

"Really?" she was bouncing from foot to foot as though she could hardly contain herself. The answer was on my lips when I heard a groan. Immediately my eyes flickered towards Ava and tried to figure out what was wrong. As I gazed at Ava I could sense Delilah becoming impatient.

"Yes," I spoke quickly, "on the house. Bring it round to the garage after school?" Maybe she would bring Ava with her. I hoped she would. Raising my eyebrows I bit back a laugh as Ava rolled her eyes at me, almost playfully. She was getting more comfortable around me I hoped. Grinning I watched as she tried to keep a straight face and banged on the car bonnet before once again starting back towards the car. My heart stuttered as her eyes flickered towards the tree line and I instantly remembered the overwhelming smell of her scent that seemed to line the forest.

"Wait!" I called desperately. Moving quickly I placed a hand on her arm to restrain her. She was freezing! Damn. Why didn't I have a jacket that I could offer her?

"What?" she hissed. I was taken back by the cold edge to her voice. It was scary how much she had suddenly sounded like Paul. Creases appeared on her forehead as she looked up at me expectedly.

"Stay out of the woods. Okay?"

"What?" she snapped, "How is it any of your business what I do in my spare time? And if your doing this on behalf of Paul you can tell him to but the hell out of my business"

Shaking my head I tried to get rid of all my thoughts. Didn't she realise how much I cared for her when I hardly even knew her at all? Didn't she realise that I would throw myself off a cliff if it meant saving her? But no, even the brother that she hated she believed cared about her safety more than I did. Clamping my eyes shut I tried to block out all the confusing senses trying to overwhelm me.

"I am not doing this for Paul," I ground my teeth together as she shivered, "Just please don't go into the woods. Its not safe."

"We live in La Push, what's the worst that can happen, Billy could mow me down in his wheelchair?" she laughed sourly as without thinking I grabbed her arm tighter. She had no idea what was roaming the woods. She had no idea how easily it would be for one of those leeches to end her life and mine in the process.

"Please!" I repeated. I would be able to concentrate on anything if I knew she was stumbling around the woods alone, an easy target. She looked older as her face hardened and she wrenched her arm from my limp grasp, the loss of contact seemed to kick me in the stomach.

"I have to go to school," Ava looked torn as her friend leant on he horn. Stupid school.

"Will I see you later?" I hoped so.

"No," she whispered softly, "probably not."

It would of hurt less if she had actually shot a bullet through my chest. Not moving I watched as the little red car drove away. I couldn't lose her. I just couldn't.

Ava was going to like me one day, I was going to make sure of it. I was going to learn everything about her, I was going to be anything she wanted me to be. The games had begun and I was determined to win the best prize at all costs.

I mean how hard could it be, she was made for me after all.

During my mini revelation I failed to remember the fact that she was Paul's little sister and I would probably never be able to walk again if he found out who my imprint was.

Who am I kidding? I was totally screwed form the word Go….

Ah well, I was always up for a challenge.

Thoughts?

Sorry for any typos I did this in a mega rush. Oh and Happy belated Halloween everyone!