I'm sorry if I seem to be a bit bi-polar and that I'm leaving huge gaps in characters but I'm trying to piece it all together in the end. So just be patient please!

I remember seeing my brother on the table. Gazing at his broken body slowly piecing itself back together with Dr.'s help. And then I remember being told to leave so that Carlisle could do his work. Like my brother was just another project; done when the clock struck five. I remember leaving the room with the familiar taste of bile in my mouth. I kept telling myself that Carlisle was good. But was he good enough?

I clenched my fists harder in what felt like fear. I felt muscles flex on my palm and warm blood flow across my hand and drip onto the completely sterile carpet. My mind tried to figure out where exactly it was coming from. Behind my eyes, I was swimming in fog and haze. Lifting my chin up, I saw those midnight blue eyes trying to reach my soul. They must not have known it was still on that cold steel operating table. The pack wasn't too far behind, their padded approach was getting closer and closer.

How the hell was I supposed to explain Svar?

Should I even be the one to do it?

"Why did you do it?" I asked, my voice too soft to human ears. Alice had calmed herself and Renesmee was being comforted by Jasper's patented "emotion control" technique. Svar just stared at me, confused.

Why the hell was he confused? The pack was my family. You don't attack family!

"Do what?" His confusion deepened.

"Are you fucking serious? You ran him through a bloody tree!" I screamed.

Edward and Bella snapped their angry expressions in my direction.

"Language! Not in this house!" They yelled simultaneously.

Really? They even scolded in sync? I mouthed "what" in their direction and restarted ignoring them. Screw Renesmee's innocence. She had to listen to a friggin vampire fuck-fest every night. No amount of counseling can ever help her now. She's officially scarred for life. I had other things to focus on. One of them being considerably larger than an already 4-foot tall Renesmee.

"He attacked you. I thought he was going to kill you..." All the vampires in the house turned towards Svar's impossibly deep voice. It sounded like his voice box had deteriorated beyond all use. Rage swirled through my mind, everything was going red again.

"He's my brother..." Jasper flinched at my tone. Rage was taunting my wolf out again. No one could see, but my hair was already thickening. Svar froze up again. Then disgust twisted his face into a mask of utter abhorrence.

"Why would he try to attack you?" Shit. I really didn't want this whole situation to be over a huge misunderstanding.

"He wasn't! He was just saying hello in his own demented manner!" I could hear the rest of the pack running through the ruined doorway. They hadn't even cared to put their shorts back on. I would've smiled at Bella's prudish gasp if I wasn't so intently focused on Svar. We were both quivering in anger and Jasper couldn't keep Renesmee's fear under control. There was so much anger and confusion, I was surprised he hadn't snapped yet. When Renesmee started to bawl, it brought us both back to the current situation. Svar sneered at the whole family of vampires.

"Then why did you bring your brother here? In this house of death! You think they can save his life when all they do is kill?" His voice was coated in cold hatred.

"I resent that stereotype..." Emmett murmured from the couch. Everyone shot their gazes over to his sorry attempt at lightening the mood. Normally I knew he would have just returned to watching what ever sport was playing on their "I've got a thousand channels just so I don't get bored channel surfing" TV, but Svar's presence seemed to unnerve everybody. He just sat there, nose crinkled, staring at us.

Tension still swirled through the air like a hurricane. Things appeared to under a blanket of control for now. We were all so tired and just waiting for an excuse to leave. The wolf receded back into my heart and Edward and Bella were holding a quivering Renesmee. Alice was the only one still freaking out.

"It's all black! There's nothing when I close my eyes!" She cried.

All Jasper could do was whisper, "It's gonna be alright. I know it's scary but just don't close your eyes, just look at me. Good, just like that." in her ear. His calming effects seemed to be under a lot of strain and was struggling to keep everything relatively peaceful. Still, Emmett had stopped the situation from getting out of hand.

Svar just sneered at them, but there was nothing he could do. I doubt even he could take on eight wolves, seven vampires and a half-breed. For now at least, the tension had lessened and all we could do was wait for Carlisle to work his magic.

For now, all was silent. Except for Edward but that was his own problem.

I should of known it was only the calm before the storm.

Esme was the first one to speak up.

"Here, lets get all of you showered and in some clean clothes." Then she took one look at Svar, all his tallness and added, "Alice, could you help me fix something up for our newest guest?"

Alice looked up from her fetal position. She seemed so pained and lost, like a concrete angel who'd had her wings broken off and would never be able to fly again. But the Cullen resolve, that never gave up even in the worst of situations, burned in her eyes. She looked at Jasper, venom gathering in her eyes, and slowing bade them to shut. The moment her lids fully closed, she snapped them open and inhaled sharply.

What the hell was going on with her?

"Alice? Could you help me?" Esme's voice sang from downstairs.

Alice's pixie face betrayed the terror flooding her system. But she somehow managed to raise herself with Jasper's help and he supported her all their way down the stairs.

Svar crouched and hissed, "Witch!" at Alice when she got too close. I swore he bared his fangs a little. I didn't like vampires anymore than Svar did but he didn't need to be such an ass when they were trying to help. They were even gonna give us showers!

"Svar!" I scolded as I elbowed his torso, forcing him back a couple paces. His fairly human face contorted into something between an animalistic growl and a cry of pain. A strained gasp escaped his throat. His skin darkened and his face snapped into a muzzle.

Shit.

I could feel the ripple off his skin like a lightning strike. Svar's skin literally tore off his body with the force of his shift. Jasper's scream echoed throughout the whole of the household. His minimal control of our emotions had finally broke. Unbound rage flooded the Cullen's house like wildfire.

God, there is going to be some massive property damage today... Was all I could think as the wolf inside tore through my insides, forcing its way into this world. The sheer strength of the shift shoved all human thought to the very back of my mind. The wolf was irate like I had never felt. I had lost all control.

A grizzled shout cleared my throat as I felt it become more and more like a howl. Through distant ears, I heard all of the other wolves make the same strained noise as seven young men became bear-sized wolves. My muscles bulged and my bones nearly spurted out of my skin. But all I could feel was the rage. It burned in my blood and set my heart on fire. If I had lips, they would be twisted into the visage of a psychopath.

My vision was tinted red and I couldn't feel anything except for my pounding heart. For a split second, which was hopefully long enough, I screamed at Edward to get his family out of the house. It was a lost cause to try and stop this. The rage took complete control of me.

When I lost any small measure of sanity, I planted my feet, digging claws into carpet, and sprang. Fangs bared and paws extended, I smashed into Svar with all the force I could muster. Which was a lot. But he was hardly phased by it and shoved me over the railing and down onto the new grand piano. I was just thankful I hadn't crushed any of the Cullen's to little bits of plaster dust.

Pain seared through my side and knocked the wind right out of me. I'd felt pain like this before when we beat the shit out of those psycho redhead's newborns. It was nothing I couldn't handle. But I just couldn't breathe as Svar grabbed onto the railing, climbed onto it and sprang. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward rushing everyone out of the living room and hopefully to safety. My eyes were starting to water.

Thank you...

A little eye contact was all I needed for recognition. Others didn't need to die because of our werewolf rage. Now, if only I could start breathing. If only a werewolf wasn't crashing down on my already trashed ribcage. And if only the room would stop spinning for just a second or two...

Who turned off the lights?

Fuck...


God, what the fuck is that taste in my mouth?

My chest felt like it had been crushed by a friggin steamroller and then a dead animal gave birth right next to my face. I was more tired than I had ever been in my entire life. More mentally than physically but it was still pretty bad. It was as if life had rushed through me and left in a single breath. I picked through the scattered memories of last night and came up with red.

Red for Seth's blood, red for the rage and red for the pain in my still aching side.

This was the worst morning breath I'd ever had. I felt like throwing up when my mouth already tasted like vomit. My body didn't feel much different. It was like I'd been but through a wood chipper and stapled back together. It was hard to find the strength, not to mention motivation, to open my eyes. What I saw didn't really surprise me but it didn't make me too happy either.

Sam and Jacob's packs were all at attention outside. It looked like some kind of cult ceremony really. Jacob, Sam, Jared and some of the older wolves were standing around a chained Svar and I had been so lovingly moved on the pretty much intact couch. The living room was completely destroyed. There were holes throughout the drywall and some of it had been torn right off the joints like wallpaper. Glass and wood littered the carpet and the windows had been completely smashed. Nothing a week or two of extreme house building couldn't fix.

Sam and Jacob had the kind of bruised knuckles that didn't come from regular rough housing with each others packs. They had been beating on Svar. Still, I didn't feel that angry. It was all used up last night. Then Jared's amazingly annoying voice pealed through my still relative peaceful state.

"Why did you try to kill him! Huh, freak! Answer me!"

Bone met flesh. Chains rattled and blood was spat.

God dammit...

I was so not in the mood for this shit.

"Where's the vamp family?" I asked, my voice gravely and a little pissed.

Jacob turned around, surprise in his eyes. I felt a little hurt at first but then remembered I never really put the poor boy at ease. I think I just annoyed the crap out of him.

That's his issue. Not mine.

"Uh... They're still here... Uh, most of them went hunting but we promised to have this mess cleaned up by the time they got back." His tone was just a tad too condescending for my taste as I looked into his face stained with pride. He must not have realized that the not totally pissed off Leah can still be the bitch Leah.

"Well, you'd better start now cause otherwise I'm gonna make a much larger one out of you." I stated as I pulled myself off the couch. I saw bloodstains where I'd just gotten up that even vampire venom wouldn't get out. Or maybe it would, it just might take the upholstery with it too. I tried stretching but the pain in my ribcage stopped any thoughts of that right in their tracks. At least the bruises weren't as bad as I thought they'd be. Then I saw the wolves ducking their eyes when I looked towards them.

Shit, I'm naked.

"Oh, come on. Stop staring like the sex-deprived teenagers you are." Now I was just a little bit pissed. I'd made up my mind and Svar was getting out of those chains. I tried to punch through the line of wolves surrounding Svar but I was met with quite a lot of resistance. So I tried pushing harder.

"Whoa! Hold it Leah, you'll get your turn with him later. Right now, we're taking care of him. Okay?"

Did Sam really just say what I think he said? Fuck, this is not how I wanted shit to turn out.

"You think I want to beat Svar up? Are you fucking crazy? I want to get him out of those chains you forced him in!" That got the wolves going.

"No no no no no no. We can't let you do that." Quil interjected.

"Oh, yeah? Who tells you what I can and can't do?" My blood was getting hotter.

"That'd be me. I am your Alpha." Jacob motioned.

Fuck that! He didn't have shit over me.

"Yeah, I've got a bit of a theory about that..." I mentioned dreamily. I did, but it was more a thought than an actual theory.

"So enlighten us, Oh Bitch." Every wolf turned to face Jared. God, that boy had a mouth, even with Kim to cool his hothead. I wanted to tear so many things out of him right then. But that would just lead to another funeral.

"Alright... While every real wolf pack has an Alpha male, they also have an Alpha female. But I'm the only female, which makes me an Alpha too, just not to you guys. Sooo, I don't need to take shit from you cause we're essentially equals. Dominance wise. Now go fuck off and let me unchain Svar!"

It made pretty good sense to me. Ever since I really cared, I realized Jacob or Sam never really had as much sway over me as they did the other wolves. And then I started to disobey orders. Half of orders really. But I could still get away with things no other wolf could even try to do.

"Whoa! Hold on there. Even if that's in any way true. I can't just let you free a monster that almost killed one of our brothers! How could anyone do something like and you just let them get away with it? He's a monster and doesn't belong here." Sam preached. Too bad I'd turned from his religion a looong time ago.

"Yeah? He didn't know you guys weren't trying to kill me! He was just protecting me. But you tore up Emily's face pretty badly and everyone understands perfectly." Yep, I just used the Emily card.

Don't hate me! I still love you and your muffins!

Silence. And very non-movement like action was taking place.

Very quietly, I pushed the statue like Jacob and Sam out of the way and walked over to Svar. I knelled down and lifted his face up. There was blood spattered on his chin and cheeks. I was so gonna kill Jared. In a kind, friendly and non-lethal way just for Kim.

His eyes were focused on the floor, frightened to look in mine. I knelt down in front of him, moving slowly, gently. I brought his chin up to face me. I couldn't help but smile when I looked at him despite all shit we've dug ourselves into. Svar's body visibly tensed and then just dropped. He was tired too. I couldn't help but bring my lips to catch his. Everything was going to be alright. Even with all these messed up things swirling around us. Everything was going to be alright.

"Hey, come on." Was all I needed to say.

He came back to life. The chains above his head snapped like they had been made out of tin foil rather than reinforced titanium (rich vampires). The wolves eyes nearly popped out of their skulls. Those chains would've immobilized the average vampire not to mention any of us.

His feet caught his massive form as he started to fall forward. I crawled under his arm and pulled him onto my shoulder. I was gonna take him upstairs for a shower at long last when Sam suddenly caught my arm as we passed through the still existent gap between him and Jacob. Svar growled protectively but refrained from any aggressive action.

Okay, progress point but God, I'm gonna have to teach him the meaning of words...

"It's okay." I told him. I was a big girl.

I turned to face Sam's hard gaze. "You know what you're doing?"

I had to smile. "Absolutely not..."

A tiny red glint reflected in Sam's eyes.

Red was the color of two hearts becoming one.

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