Kitten -- I'm glad you liked it. I was concerned that it was getting too "talkie." More E and E coming up. :c) You got anymore requests?

The Girl is Dead -- Hey Monny, Thank you so much for the review. btw where is your next **LONG** chapter (did you notice the subtle emphasis on "long").

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters (obviously) – BUT EVEY IS MINE, as well as this plot

Evey POV

Day two and he has not moved or stopped snoring. It seems his body wants to make up for his many sleepless nights. It makes me wonder how long it's been since he last slept.

Right now, he looks so peaceful, so tranquil, so perfect. I wish I knew what he was dreaming about. I wish I knew why he wanted me near him.

Sadly, the only downfall is that I have not been able to feed or sneak away as he has not let go of my dress. All I have been able to do is sit up and scoot slightly away from him without him realizing.

As the minutes pass, my hunger seems to be fighting my body—I feel as if I am losing control of my muscles, my limbs. My body feels so tweaked, I truly need to feed but I don't want to wake him.

As for the buffalo's blood it had sustained me until yesterday and now my entire body is starting to jerk and vibrate anxiously—and any creature within a 10 mile radius is in danger once I am able to go feed (minus my honey-scented wolf).

I have thought about leaving my dress here with Wolf while I hunt, but that would mean I'll be out hunting in my underwear.

Oh SHIT! Am I even wearing underwear? I quickly peek under my dress.

SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. No bra and no panties. SHIT.

I look around wildly looking for human eyes.

I inhale with so much force that Wolf twitches his hind legs slightly. I then take in fast short breaths through my nose trying pick up anything unusual. No humans. I smell no humans in close vicinity. I also don't smell anything unnatural. This is my chance.

With a brisk flip of my hands, I am out of my dress and on my feet looking down at wolf who is still snoring soundly.

Shit, shit, SHIT, I'm naked.

I quickly turn my head north forgetting for the moment that I'm naked and my senses become intensely focused as the swarming scent of something big draws near. Blood—a LOT OF BLOOD.

BEAR.

Leah POV

Walking around as a human feels so abnormal. The smell of my own human skin right now makes me uneasy as I'd been in wolf form for awhile. Ever since that idiot Embry left, we've had to be in wolf form for a month straight—on alert as Sam put it. He doesn't want Embry's bloodsucker anywhere near La Push. But unfortunately Jake is also on alert mode and also has remained in wolf form, because he wants Embry and his parasite safe in Washington.

Unfortunately as for the rest of the pack, we have become two separate groups again. This nonsense has ultimately divided the seven of us—the seven of us that have remained shape-shifters (only 7 wolves are needed now as most of the Forks parasites left Washington letting us dwindle in number and letting most of our newcomers live normal lives.) As for the original pack—Sam, Jake, Quil, Paul, Jared, me, and Embry—we chose to stay shape-shifters and we've accepted this gift and use it with honor and integrity—well at least some of us do. As for my brother, he too gave it up years ago—the main reason is his imprint, he doesn't want to outlive her. I actually think it is for the best as he trusted the leeches too easily.

Sadly, only Paul and I side with Sam. Quil and Jared side with Jake and Embry. Sam was not at all pleased that we are the smaller pack, but when those two dummies—Quil and Jared—realize that not only is La Push in danger, but also their imprints, they will definitely change sides—Sam and I are counting on that actually.

As for my loathing of Sam, that is something of the past, because I too have imprinted. Little Joshua is 11-years-old and protecting him is all I think about, all I want, and protecting him is what I was made to do. Keeping Joshua safe is priority number one for me and if Embry brings his newborn leech anywhere near him, they both will be sorry.

With that being said and in an attempt to avoid that, what I am about to do will be life altering. My main problem is secrecy—being in wolf form puts my plan in danger. Phasing to human was completely out of rank for me, I have disobeyed an order, but I am doing this for the benefit of Josh and of La Push.

I chose not to be wolf right now as I don't want Sam to know what I am about to do. He will be absolutely against this—which I know for a fact because he himself didn't destroy her when he had the chance. I don't know what kind of backlash this will cause, but if a full out war comes about once I destroy Evey and eventually Embry—as he will fight to the death for her—I will be ready for it.

This is for JOSHUA—this is for my people.

Evey POV

His warm blood slides down my throat with delicate ease and comfort. Unfortunately for him, he was not at all my equal. His massive size was nothing more than an advantage for me—he was mostly clumsy and out of breath. His strength was nothing compared to mine. His speed was but a walking pace for me.

His delicious blood starts to dwindle and my eagerness turns to agitation as the faster I drink the less pleasure I receive from its warm delicacy.

I sense something slowly approaching, but consumed by the blood, I ignore it—not even caring that I'm still naked.

As the blood dwindles to nothing, I finally snap up and look toward the direction of my intruder.

My wolf.

"Hey Wolf."

My mind quickly becomes dumfounded and embarrassed as Wolf has his mouth open with eyes wide just staring at me.

SHIT! Should I feel embarrassed like this in front of an animal?

My dress was lying on the floor in front of him as if it just fell out of his mouth.

"CHAAA wolf. Turn around. You're making me feel weird." To my surprise he quickly closes his mouth and immediately turns his body around.

FUCK! Oh shit, shit, shit, shit. He understood me. Why did he understand me? Why? Why? Holy shit, I hope he isn't one of those werewolves. Fuck!!!

I race forward and snatch my dress off the floor. I quickly put it on and take two leaps back.

Confused and lost, I just stare at the still turned wolf. What the hell do I do now if he is a werewolf? The sent of sage quickly catches our attention making us turn our heads toward the north and the west simultaneously.

Unexpectedly a force equal to an impact of a freight train slams into the left side of my back pushing me down on the ground. I hit the dirt and turn my body to face my attacker. A fury-growling solid-gray wolf hovers above me snapping its teeth inches away from my face and snarling. I push its face away and it quickly turns to my forearm sinking its teeth into my skin. Its teeth start to effortlessly grind under my skin—painfully trying to sever my arm. I shriek out in pain and start to claw at its face. I then reach for its muzzle attempting to pry its jaws open but its sharp teeth slice my fingers and I quickly pull my hand away. Swiftly to my left a dark figure—my wolf—leaps forward slamming into my attacker making it moan and gasp for air as it lets go of my arm. The two wolves start to struggle with each other biting and growling. I then look down at my arm and see numerous holes and tears. A burning pain starts to tingle where the holes are and immediately the pain spreads up my entire arm. I continue to look at my arm puzzled as the pain feels like my arm is literally on fire. I let out a growl and look toward the culprit. Both wolves are still fighting, tearing at each others fur and limbs. I then hurl myself toward the two wolves. My chest starts to growl as I dive for what I smell is a female wolf. The impaction sends us skidding across the ground with me on top. My hand quickly moves toward her throat and I tightly squeeze forbidding air to enter. She becomes noiseless, but still struggles slightly—kicking all four legs and trying to wiggle out of my iron grip.

A soft whimper to my side gets my attention. I look toward my wolf who lets out a soft quiet bark. My hands loosen a bit, but not to the point where I have lost control of her.

"What Wolf? You don't want me to kill her?"

He shakes his head No and I quickly realize two things. One: He is a werewolf/human; and two this female is also a werewolf, but this one wants me dead. I look down and loosen my hands a bit more, causing her the freedom to breathe and wildly bark and growl at me, but my hold is still to my advantage as she is unable to snap or bite me.

What on earth do I do now?

Nessie POV

The last bell rings and my twitchy anxious body leaps out of my seat and I head out the door. Jake says he has something fun planned for us and the anticipation is killing me.

"Where's the fire Nessie?"

"C-ya Ness. Got anything planned this weekend."

My schoolmates yell toward my human-paced running body. I turn my head to them but continue to run. "Yea I do. C-ya." I have no time to explain; besides I have no idea what Jake and I are going to do today. I maintain my speed until I get to a heavily wooded clearing and then I unnaturally run to where Jay is waiting for me.

To my horror, I cannot find his scent and as the terror sets in I become out of breath. Fast flowing tears start to roll down my cheeks and I look around passionately hoping he is here—hoping my sense of smell has malfunctioned somehow. He has never not been here, something happened. My limbs and my body promptly race toward home. HE BETTER BE THERE.

My stupid legs don't go fast enough and I start to growl at every step. CRAP!

Twenty yards away—I'm twenty yards away and I finally see home. My legs jolt a bit as I see Pawpaw's patrol car in the drive. Shit!

Without slowing, I reach the front door in seconds. I burst it open with so much force, the door slams against the wall vibrating it and two hanging pictures fall to their deaths, crashing and breaking.

I look toward the living room and Pawpaw has a shocked-surprised look on his face and is stumbling to get around his recliner.

OOPS!

"Nessie Cullen's what on earth is wrong?" He walks toward me and the scent of his blood starts to tickle my throat. He has always smelled so delicious to me—my sweet Pawpaw.

"IS JAY HERE? Did he…"

"Calm down Nessie. You're scaring me. Jake said he'll be here later. He said he's feeling sick or something. He said he'll come over tonight to watch the game—him and Billy. Sue is gonna make some mutton stew tonight." Pawpaw gives me one really concerned look and then walks back to his chair and sits down facing the TV.

I slowly and gently walk over toward Pawpaw and I flop down on the loveseat, letting my legs hang over the sidearm. I try to remain nonchalant in front of Pawpaw who still looks mortified, but deep inside I feel like a tornado is brewing—I must go and find Jake. Jay is never SICK, EVER. My thoughts start to flash wildly with horrific images of what might be happening right now. I have to get out of here—I have to find him. Although right now, in front of Pawpaw, I must remain calm and seem relaxed. I have to show Pawpaw I'm okay. My colorful entrance was alarming—and scared the shit out of him.

Pawpaw's face at this moment shows signs of panic and his heart is beating two times above normal. I must fix this.

I start to swing my legs attempting to look bored. This better work.

"Where's Sue?" I turn my face toward the TV pretending to seem bored.

Pawpaw grunts, "Store." I glance at him out the corner of my eye and his eyebrows are pressed together and he is making his "super-worried face." He doesn't believe my poor attempts at normalcy.

"Jay said we were gonna do something fun, and he didn't pick me up today Pa. I'm really hurt right now." That sounded normal enough and it was the truth.

My Pawpaw's face changes to a look of complete amusement. Good it worked.

"Aw Ness. Jake has picked you up and dropped you off at school ever since you were an ankle-biter in preschool—every day, rain or shine there he was. Give the kid a break. One day without Jake isn't gonna kill you Kiddo."

How does he know that? I have also breathed air for 20 years and what if I chose to stop breathing, that will kill me for sure. Maybe a day without Jay will kill me.

UGH!!! My annoyed face amuses Pawpaw even more and he grumbles his grunty laugh and shakes his head at me. Anxiously, I start to robotically chew my fingernails.

Jay, Jay, Jay, where are you??