A/N: Im a procrastinator, I admit it, and Im sorry. Over November I had a Major writers block and had no insperation at all, then December I was just too lazy to write. So again Im sorry, and we should be geting into some action, soon c: So enjoy chapter... Nine? c:

She's been lying to everyone. Even her best friend. How could she be so... so heartless. She hated to lie, it made her feel dirty, weak, and... just downright bad. Yeah, no doubt she's done bad things in her life and most of her choices involve danger, but it didn't giver her the right to make this big of a lie, and this big of a secret.

People wanted her. People wanted her dead. But too bad she was killing herself. This lie was eating her apart, she can't stand not to say it anymore.

But hell, both of them were lying secretly, because when liar number one told liar number two that people wanted her, liar number two couldn't leave her best friend alone. So liar number two changed her name, and changed her look. Liar number one didn't want liar number two play along in this little charade. This was only meant to bring liar number one down, not liar number two.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

It wasn't supposed to end like this. She was supposed to be in her home with her mother and father dancing in the kitchen. She was supposed to fall in love with... with a vampire. She was supposed to be in school still. She was supposed to be and do a lot of things. But she guessed that fate had another route for her.

But what if she could change fate. What if fate gave her a book of options on what she could do, then all she'd have to do was make a check mark on the option she wanted. But sadly, fate just wants to bite her in the ass and be the two faced bitch that fate is.

Liar number one should have just changed her name to Carl and feed herself to the wolves and vampires. It would make her life and everyone else's life easier.

No one should play the blame game here, but really. It is liar number one's fault. She brought everyone into this... scheme. It was heartless to tell the truth, and to her she just felt it was the best for everyone. But sadly, it's only hurting everyone. Especially one person in particular: Herself.

Now liar number two was different in this situation. She felt as her friend she needed to be there. So when liar number one broke down, liar number two could be there for liar number one. She could help our liar number one, she could do her best to protect her, she could just... love her like she was her own flesh and blood.

Liar number two didn't change her name... completely that is. She hasn't lied about anything except where she came from that being, Florida, Nebraska, Utah, Idaho, the list goes on and on.

She also lies about information to liar number one, because there friends.

Liar number one still didn't know why liar number two keeps sticking around with her.

It's a simple answer, dipshit. Your friends. Dammit how may times does she have to say it? Best friends. Liar number two completely understands why she asks that question, she hasn't had anyone in a long, long time teach her how a good friend or person acts.

The sad part is that lair number one used to be so sweet, so innocent. She used to smile at everything. Her mind was the definition of random, creative and imagination. She would tell stupid ass jokes to everyone to hear them laugh. She would wear the brightest colors, and wear these stupid little bead bracelets that were bright, supposedly they represented her mood and aura. If she wore yellow, she would be happy and free. Green; she would be relaxed. The mustard color was the worst, angry. You rarely saw that color though,. She would love to sit outside and just let her imagination take control of her. She was an angel who was just... jolly. With all the sweets she ate you'd be surprised how she's not Santa Clause.

What happened to that sweet angelic girl?

Oh no, she's not gone. She's in hiding. In hiding from danger and herself. Inside that shell of hers... just like a turtle.

They met when liar one was twelve and liar two was thirteen, sadly, in a park in England. Hyde Park, London to be exact. It was a beautiful day, no clouds in the sky and the birds were singing their little bird songs. Dogs filled the park and children laughing enveloped your ears. Liar number two was passing the swings when a small girl just sat their staring into space, her feet lightly brushing against the tiny pebbles called gravel, her body swung oh-so slightly. She had a summer pink dress on with white socks and black shoes, small yellow and red flowers hugged her dress in a patter no one could describe. She looked like she just came out of church. Her red hair reached past her shoulders by a inch, with a tiny curl at the end of her hair which meant her hair was naturally curly. A small smile was etched on her round, flawless, tan face and red thin lips. You wouldn't be surprised if a halo was on top her head, an invisible halo that is.

What happened to that sweet, angelic girl?

No, she's not gone. She's still there, just... hiding. Hiding from danger and herself.

All it took was a simple greeting, "Hi," and "Hello." It's incredible how one word to each other can make a bond so tight, from then on, they've been glued to each other. Yeah, they weren't always together, they just stayed communicated. Sometimes they'd be half a world apart, but liar number one wrote letters to liar number two. Connected to each other was how they put it. But one thing they never said or wrote to each other was, "goodbye."

Both liars. Both friends. Both mysterious in their on ways. Both, the same.

It all started out with a firetruck.

Four year old Collin Soto played outside every day, no matter if it was raining or if it was sunny. He didn't like to be inside where the yelling increased, and the slaps across the face became more noticeable on his mother. He would watch his neighbor play out in his front yard, Brady Jennings.

Brady Jennings had Collin Soto's dream firetruck. It was ruby red, an extendable ladder and hose, with 52 labeled in big while letters on the side. Collin just wanted to play with it, or just roll it one inch and he would be happy. But Collin was the shy type. That usually happened when our parents fight, you just stay quite and hope for things to work out the way they should. But one shouldn't be shy when there in the presents of a potential best friend.

Damn straight.

Mama Jennings had her eye on small Collin Soto for a while now. She would sit on her little rocking chair, sip her lemonade and watch diminutive Collin play with his raggedy, old car. Every once and a while, baby Collin would sneak some glances at Brady, watching him play with his new cherry red truck. Mama Jennings felt so bad, she would complain to papa Jennings all night about how his parent treat him like an accessory, and like all accessories they, well, get old and used, so you throw them in the trash.

All mama Jennings got was a mouthful of being in other peoples business. But mama knew she was doing the right thing.

So one day, while sitting on her rocking chair she told Brady to invite the Soto boy over to play. Instinctively baby Brady protested, but on the count of two Brady was off across the street. So Brady asked Collin to come play with him and so, Collin did. Brady brought him into the house and let him play with his toy truck. Mama Jennings smiled like a shining star when she saw how good they got along, so she invited him over tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. Then soon later Brady started inviting Collin over. And for once, Collin got what he dreamed of; to play with the brand new firetruck.

Mama Jennings felt extremely proud of herself. Even if some people thought she shouldn't have invited him into her house, they thought he would have stole some bread from the stove. But mama knew better then to believe that, Collin was sweet and used manners that Brady never did, that spoiled brat. Of course mama loved Brady even if she did wish Collin was her son instead. But them being best friends was close enough.

Yup, every day after that Collin came over. Brady and Collin decided that they are going to be best friends forever.

When Collin was ten and Brady was ten and a half, they played played hide and seek. But Collin told Brady he was claustrophobic. So from then on, Brady never got him a Christmas present, or dressed up as Santa Clause, because as everyone knows, claustrophobic means to be scared of Santa Clause.

Collin always thought Brady was the one to accomplish everything first. When Collin was learning guitar, Brady was his teacher already knowing everything. When Collin got his first kiss, Brady was on his third. When Collin got his first A in algebra, Brady was already in geometry. Then finally when Collin phased, Brady was a week ahead of him. Hell, Brady even phased a better way then Collin did. Stressing over a rejection is way better then being slapped by your own mother.

Yeah, life's just so fucking peachy to Brady.

But then, finally, one day Collin did something before Brady. Something Brady dreamed of doing. He imprinted.

He imprinted on an enigmatic, observant, deliberative, beautiful girl. Something Brady might never find, and for once, in a very long time, Collin felt... right. Right that all along that he'd finally be important to someone.

Collin's mom always told him, fate wont come knock on your doorsteps, you have to go find it. Boy, was she wrong, who knew fate would come to his doorsteps?

Adalbrechta Lakkari was a beautiful Australian girl. Had the brightest blue eyes, curly auburn hair that reached right past her breast bone with side bangs that barely covered her eyes, and killer legs even for how short she was. She loved waffles, hot chocolate, and reading. She practically had a library in the spare room of her home. Adalbrechta was a smart, independent, thief. She ran away from home when she was thirteen, went all around the world, met some nice people who taught her to steal perfectly, and that's exactly what she did. Steal things. Just to make a living. She never went to Italy though, not until she was fifteen.

She sat by a beautiful water fountain, just looking at the stars. The full moon lighting shined on her lonely face. Her eyes seemed to be shining brighter, and her skin smelled like peaches, thanks to a new body wash she used an hour ago. She closed her eyes and took in deep breaths, meditating seemed like the thing to do.

She felt someone watching her, the coldness of the body gave her goosebumps, she smiled. "Enjoying the view?" Adalbrechta asked, keeping her eyes closed. She could smell her breath, those damn green apples wouldn't get out of her breath, even if she brushed her teeth, twice.

"May I ask why your out here... alone?" The man's voice was thick with worry.

"You may. I'm out here because I like to watch the start, waiting for a wishing start to fly by, and because the water sounds enchant me." She said it like it was rehearsed, yet from the heart.

"Intriguing." Was all the mysterious man said.

Adalbrechta wondered why this man was talking to her. She never dealt with a rapist or pedophile, or never really talked to a random man before. Another chill went down her spine, another person must be there. Whispers almost too low for her to hear, not quite making out the words, but she could tell people were talking.

"Would you like a tour inside the castle?" A woman's voice asked, sending more chills down her spine, not from the clod, but from the evil in her voice. She had a spaz attack in her legs, some small part of her told her to say no, but a whole lot of her said, "Hell yes!"

She opened her eyes, and said; "Sure." She smiled just as evily as the woman... lady... child next to a man. They were gorgeous to say the least. The... child-thing had blond hair that was tight in a pony tail, and a black... cloak around her. The man... now he was some yummy chizz! Golden hair that made you want to run your hands through it, and pale skin that complexed his appearance well. She could eat him up.

Adalbrechta followed the child and man into the castle, she looked at every painting, seeing how she would steal some, they must be worth over six grand. They all walked through decorative doors, the smell of blood and terror filled her nose, it only made her scratch her nose. Once inside, three men sat in big chairs, like a king would, two other men... child walked into the room, standing beside the "kings," then the blonde child walked towards the other two drop-dead gorgeous people. She was confused to say the least.

The man in the middle walked towards golden-haired dude and herself. "What have you brought us, Demetri?" The man smiled at Adalbrechta, a sparkle in his red eyes, he must be albino or something. Like a snake. A chill went down her legs, making them jello. Jello sounded good, Adalbrechta had decided tonight, she will have jello. But after thinking of how sexy jello would look in a bikini, she calmed down as if nothing was going on.

Gold-haired man, Demetri, held out his hand to the "king of kings" dude. It seemed quite reluctantly too. King of Kings smiled, "Demetri, you seem to have an attraction to this lovely young lady."

Adalbrechta had to hold in her laugh, she thought it was hilarious how these people acted, their manners and all that other useless bull-crap. "Hello dear, I'm Aro, you are?" King of kings, Aro, held out his hand to her.

"That's nice." Adalbrechta looked around the room, ignoring the glares and wide-eyed freakouts. She guessed she should have said something different due to some slight gasps.

Apparently, Aro didn't like her attitude and frowned, "may I see your hand?"

Adalbrechta nodded slightly. Her eyes dilated and something seemed to spark in them, "sure." She shrugged and gave her hand to Aro. She sighed, this man was one weird creeper, holding on to her hand like this.

"So young and beautiful, Adalbrechta." Are spoke up finally, and touched the side of her face.

She pulled her face back in aggravation, it irks her when someone mispronounces her name, " it's Adalbrechta Lakkari. Wait, how'd you know that?" She was tempted to yell "rape" and run away, maybe take a painting with her. With that thought she backed up slightly, bumping into a brick wall... person... thing?

"Aro, what should we do with her?" Blondie asked, an evil glint in her eye.

"We shall not cause her harm, for Demetri's sake. He has quite a bond with this one. She is to stay here. She is to have remarkable powers, so young, such a shame. We wait a few years, and change her."

What. The. Crap? Is this guy mentally challenged? Should he be in the looney bin with the person who killed their family and farmed? She was definitely not staying in this creepy place with nice paintings, and beautiful people. And change? She is not a dog.

"What? Are you insane, should you be in the insane asylum? How do you know my name? I am not going to stay here, you can't make me, creeper! Hey, hey! What are you doing? Put me down Macho man!" The brick, person, thing, pulled her over his shoulder and carried her away, he was hard as rock and Adalbrechta didn't like that. She never did questions. She never did not escape. And she never did have an attraction to someone.

She bit him, over and over again, called him a brown-eyed mullet, a bounce, and many other bad things in Australian. But he never once flinched, instead he just carried her away. Carried her away into a dark, room... cellar... meditation room that has never been used? She sat in the middle of the room and waited... and though.

She was confused, angry and even more confused. What the hell is happening, this has never happened. A knock on the door made her turn her head. She didn't speak, she shrugged and grunted a mumbled, "Go away, rapist." A small laugh came through the door, and it was getting opened. Great. The man who started it all walked into her... their... the room. She gave a warning growl in her throat.

"Hello." It sounded as if he resisted to say something.

Adalbrechta knew better, she knew these things weren't normal. "What are you?"

He got close to her ear, his cold, sweet breath smelled good. "I think you know." He breathed, the pulled away, sat on her bed and watched her think. She knew she was adorable when she thought, her nose would scrunch up, and her eyes narrowed and looked around the room frantically, then her lips would purse.

It hit her like when she got hit in the head with a baseball. It hit her in the head, like the time she fell down two flights of stairs. It hit her like... well, hard. She didn't over react, she under-reacted. She faced Demetri and asked, "so like, are you going to eat me? Because if you are I want some request. First I want loads of pudding, like lots and lots. Second, I want to have a really really good night sleep. And third I want to know if you guys have any sense in style. I mean I know I'm not so good with styles but, dude, you people need some mirrors here." He just smiled at her, freakishly.

"We are not to eat you."

Adalbrechta was a curious child right now, very curious. "Then why am I here? I don't like to be trapped in places. Especially with creepy, creepy vampires." She didn't mind the idea of death, it's bound to happen sometime, why not die with no regrets?

"Aro sees potential in you, and were not that creepy once you get to know us." He frowned.

"Potential, eh? What is this potential he sees in me?" He talked about vampires. How they didn't die in the sun, the rules, gifts, how she's to be one in a few years, all the good, gooey stuff that makes people melt. Werewolf. The enemy's, the one's especially in La Push. The ones on guard here, even more of the gushy, gooey, good stuff. Adalbrechta was a good listener, and she listened to everything Demetri said.

After some hours of talking, Adalbrechta got tired, she yawned loudly. "Sleep," Demetri ordered. Adalbrechta nodded and rested her head on her pillow.

"Make sure... no one... eats me," her voice thick with comatose.

The next day she met the wolfs, the big bad wolfs, and their Alpha. Not too much later, she fell in love with the Alpha, left a note to Demetri saying "Goodbye" and took off to her home town.

Too bad, Adalbrechta Lakkari, is six feet under with rotting sunflowers above her head, salty tears soiled the ground that plays as a blanket, and a headstone that says "Loving mother," instead of "Loving wife and mother." But that's just too bad, her mistake, not anyone else's. Hey, maybe the vampires would've treated her a little nicer and not have killed her in front of her own daughter. But...

Too bad.

"I'm sorry." Those two fucking words piss off Leah and Kari, maybe they should be friends? Highly doubt it, they'd kill each other. Today was not the day to talk to Leah, especially not say "I'm sorry" to her.

Too much stress, stress Leah doesn't need. The pack needs to learn the time of fucking day to get on patrol on time. Jake needs to get home before he gets hurt. Seth needs to get home before he gets even stupider. Leah could chew off her tail right 'bout now. Or maybe Paul's tail and Brady's ears? Nice combo meal, to go.

Leah was too much to handle for the pack... But Leah though she's doing just fine, so the pack should just shut the fuck up and go sniff around the woods. Leah should get the sick up out of her ass, but she doesn't want to. It's her lifestyle choice, to be a bitch. No pun intended.

Jake told her over and over that she should give everyone a small break from the bitching she's been doing, but Leah just doesn't give a rats ass about what Jake wants right now, even if Jake's the Alpha. He doesn't own her, and they just need to learn to accept it, and get over, or cry Leah a river full of salty tears and loads of butt kissing... and maybe some new nail polish. Leah is running low on the stuff, and it ain't cheep. Particularly purple nail polish, but definitely not a slime green nail polish.

The pack bond is not-so tight without Jake around. No one will talk about their wolves, imprint bonds, or their wolves taking over their body... ahem, Embry. Without Jake... they're just not... well, a pack. And it hurts Jake when someone thinks like that, but it's the truth, Jake. And he needs to accept the truth.

Does Jake know Paul and Jared want to stop phasing? Does Jake know Collin is about to tell Kari he's a wolf? Does Jake know Claire rode on Quil's back while he was in wolf form? Does Jake know Emily misses him dearly and still worries about him? Does Jake know Nessie is about to give up on his imprint bond and go for someone else? Does Jake know Embry is fighting for himself, and is falling in love with someone? Does Jake know... does Jake know Leah is prohibitively, and inconceivably in love with him?

No, he doesn't know any of that, and, well, it's about time he did. It's about time he knew about everything, everything goddammit.

The pack is under attack. The pack is about to go through a deadly attack. A deadly attack for a imprint. A lying, secretive, emotional imprint. Their about to be attacked by a highly trained, ex-vampire defending shape shifter. It sucks... knowing your about to be attacked. But the pack isn't the one who knows their about to be attacked, it's that fucked up imprint.

The fucked up imprint right now is scarfing down taco's and Dr. Pepper. Making Collin and Brady's mouth water. And finally making Cammie decided it's taco's for dinner. Nice job warning the big bad wolf is about to attack them, just for her.

"Hmm," Cammie Sabercool taped her fingers against her chin as she looked at the "HELP WANTED" sign planted in the fainted window of the 'Stop 'n Shop.' She was more than tempted to hull her ass inside and fill out an application. But something deep down... deep, deep down said something was about to happen, something odd and bizarre.

Not that it's any of Cammie's business, but what if this store is like some... drug trafficking place where mobsters meet up and have gun fights? Or even worse... teenagers hanging out? Creepy shit.

After pacing back and forth in the parking for about a half hour, she decided to let her feet take her away into the Stop 'n Shop. The automatic door opened with a whoosh, and an annoyed voice said "Welcome." From where? Cammie had no idea.

Cammie walked around the whole store, looking for a door with large, white letters saying "MANAGEMENT" plastered on it. Or maybe a person with a management name tag. She walked down isle 13 for the third time, sighing she made her way to the only open register. A girl, a bit older than Cammie herself, sat on the counter, painting her nails and popping her bubblegum obnoxiously loud.

Cammie waited patiently behind the girl, shifting back and forth on her feet, holding the little application in her hands. She made a blow fish face and continued rocking back and forth. After a while, Cammie wasn't so patient, she sighed quietly and put her hands on her hips. The girl still refused to stop blowing her bubble and turn around, so Cammie sighed even louder to the point where you could hear it all the way in California.

The girls hand slammed down on the counted and brought it back up to twist the blue nail polish cap into a closed position, she jumped off the counter and whipped around to face Cammie. Anger and annoyance permanently planted on her face, she placed on of her long, lanky hands on the counter and taped her fingers in annoyance.

"What?" She said, her voice thick with disdain.

"I have an application," Cammie pantomimed. Two can play the bitch game.

"What do you want me to do with that?" She popped her bubblegum in Cammie's face.

"What do you always do with applications? You give them to the manager, you do remember giving and application to this place, don't you..." Cammie looked at her name tag, "Leah?"

"Don't wear my name out, hon." Leah picked up her hand and blew on her painted blue nails.

Cammie gave an exasperated sigh and slammed the application on the counter, "give this to the manager. But before I go, I should give you something to cheer you up." Cammie reached in her pocket and pulled out the dog bone she got from the pet store in Forks earlier. "Don't eat it all in one bite," Cammie put the dog bone in Leah's hand and walked out the store, swinging her hip back and forth obnoxiously.

Walking out of the store, she saw a familiar truck parked in a parking spot, and a familiar boy relaxing against the car, with a pair of unfamiliar flowers in his hand. Cammie smiled at his cheesiness and picked up her pace a bit more.

"Embry, I hope you know, I'm allergic to roses." Cammie beamed, as Embry's face fell in slow motion.

"What? We didn't know, W... I'm sorry," Embry threw the roses into the forest and gave a half-hearted smile. He stretched his arms out into a hug, and shrugged.

Cammie raised an eyebrow and his "we" but ignored it for it wasn't important. She rushed into Embry's arms, so warm and cozy, she was made for them. She felt at home.

"Truth is, Embry, I missed you the day we were apart." Cammie smiled into Embry's chest.

"Missed you too," Embry rested his chin on her head, then began to pull apart.

Cammie made a melancholy noise in her throat, but let go of "home." A small frown etched on her lips and she looked at Embry with the best damn puppy eyes she could come up with.

"How 'bout we take you home?" Embry opened the passenger side of the door and gestured for Cammie to get inside. Cammie shrugged and hopped inside Embry's old Ford truck, the black leather seats made farthing noises as she got situated into his truck, swearing it was not her farting.

The ride was quite, a peaceful quite that Cammie enjoyed very much. The feeling in the car made her feel as if all she needed was a fluffy pink robe and a cup of hot chocolate to make the day perfect. Cammie brought her hand up to the radio and started messing with all the channels. Country? No. Pop? Nope. Alternative? Naw. Spanish? Who the fuck listens to Spanish music on the radio? Cammie decided on listening to some classic rock. "The Who" singing "Who are you" seemed to make the mood even better in the car.

Cammie was humming, "Who are you? Who, who? Who, who?" Cammie smiled and pushed herself deeper in the leather seat.

"So, Embry," Cammie purred. "How have you been?" Cammie expected the usual, "Good and you?" or a long story about how tired he's been. But she got a different story.

"Stressed. Angry. Sad. Missing you." Embry's voice lowered an octave when he said "missing you", and he slung an arm over Cammie's slender shoulder.

"Fun..." Cammie shrugged and didn't question it one bit. If Embry had problems, Embry can fix it himself, Cammie doesn't need to pry. Don't pry, Cammie. No, no, no... "Why?" Fuck, she's screwed.

Embry turned half was and looked her in the eye, "It's nothing you need to worry about. As long as your still here in the morning, its nothing you need to worry about. We've got it handled."

Plural, once again. But Cammie knows better than to ask another question, she doesn't want to be all noisy. Then again... it never hurt to ask a question.

She watched the scenery go by. Green, green, and more green. Add a little brown and you got the forest of La Push, Washington. It was beautiful in the artiest way, but to Cammie, it was just a barf-me-crazy, ugly forest. And nothing could change her mind.

Cammie looked up and Embry. His face seemed harmonious, the ends of his mouth were pulled up a bit, his black and chocolate swirled eyes darted side to side as he watched the road, and his she could see up his nose, and it was indeed, booger-less. His russet skin seemed to be in a glow, and his chest heaved up and down in perfect harmony with hers. They seemed to be perfect, just her and him right there, forever, would be perfect. Cammie wouldn't ask for one more thing. Well, beside to come clean about everything, but, as we all know, that's impossible.

As Cammie studied Embry, she notice something, something very important. How much does Embry care about her? When will be the last time they see each other? Will she have to leave? Will he find someone else? So many questions to be answered, but now's not the right time, Cammie just needs to admire from afar, and wait for the answers to come knocking at her door.

Cammie noticed something else too... something that worried her dearly. Every few seconds, she could see pain in his face, undesirable pain. Cammie's eyebrows scrunched as she thought of what could be hurting him, but nothing came to mind that she knew of.

The face of pain was always something Cammie feared of, ever since she was a little girl and saw her brother get punched in the face, then watch the guy who punched her brother get kicked in the balls and beat up pretty badly. Nothing could master that kind of pain, until now. Embry... Embry... Embry, what is Cammie going to do with you.

They pulled up to Parker's house, it was quite, kind of. If you don't include the wind blowing the trees around. Embry opened her door like a true gentlemen and helped her get out, "How nice of you." Cammie smiled. Embry nodded, not wanted to speak.

Cammie curled into Embry's side to get the warmth that comforted her like a heater blanket, the wind was too cold, it tipped the freezing category in Cammie's body temperature. They walked slowly, trying to take as much time as possible to get to the door, wishing they could spend forever together. But sadly, they made it to the door.

Cammie sighed and pulled apart form Embry, "I don't want to say goodbye."

Embry sighed also, "You don't have too, I'll never leave if you don't want me too." Embry put there foreheads together and he breathed on her face.

"But I do have too." Cammie too a deep breath getting prepared to answer the question she knows he's going to ask.

"Any why is that?" Embry opened his eyes and looked into hers, like he was looking into her soul.

"Well, what if something were to happen? What if I were to leave today? What if..." Cammie sucked in a breath. "What if I were to die today?" Cammie closed her eyes.

Embry pulled his head away and shook it side to side. "I would never let anything happen to you Cammie, you will always have me, even when you think you don't, you still will have me. No matter what, you will have me."

She opened her eyes and looked into his, chocolate brown all the way through. She notice it was the first time he hasent said 'we.' "Promise me." Cammie held out her pinky.

"I pinky promise," Embry hooked his pinky on hers and pulled her in for a kiss. He put everything into this kiss, all of his love, both his wolf's and his, in the one kiss. Fireworks exploded from his lips onto hers. It was safe to say, it was the perfect kiss. So much emotion, so much love. It was almost too much to handle.

He put their foreheads together once more, "I promise forever, Cammie."

"I believe you," Cammie breathed, and pulled their foreheads apart. She smiled and gave Embry a hug, "See you tomorrow." It wasn't a question, it was an order. Embry saluted and turned to walk to his car, she watched Embry leave in his car, then walked into the house.

She was greeted by Kari, surprise, surprise. She was flared with anger. "What is this?" She practically screamed and held up with ball of fur in her palm, almost throwing it at Cammie.

"Don't hold her like that! Shes fragile," Cammie tisked. "And it's a kitten, Kari. A companion for me, isn't she adorable? D'aww she likes you!" Cammie awed at the kitten, trying to get back to Kari.

"I don't want to see it. I never want to see it, Cammie. I'm not kitten-sitting, I'm not feeding it, And I am definatly not going to cuddle with it." Kari made it clear she wanted nothing to do with the animal.

"Her name is Guacamole. Guca for short." Cammie smiled at Guca, the looked up at Kari, who looked like steam was going to come out of her ears and a train toot was going to ring any moment.

"I don't care, Cammie! Just keep it away from me! Remember, I'm not going to associate with that... animal!" Kari walked speed walked into her room, and slammed the door shut, making the tiny ball of fur jump in Cammie's arms.

"It's okay Guacamole, the mean, big, bad lady will warm up to you sooner or later. I promise." Cammie cooed at the kitten, making the kitten lean into Cammie's arms. Cammie smiled, and walked into the kitchen to bottle feed her new family member. Hopefully one she can tell her secrets too.