"...Turns out I was Paul's half sister."

Once again, I'm pulled back with my memories; having to relive it all.

I was surprised at how well Charlie took the news. It didn't come to much a surprise to him as I'd thought that it would. As it turns out, Charlie had been told about the pack when he married Sue. Harry had passed on a few years back from a bad heart. Charlie had noticed how Paul and I were together; that lead to Charlie having confirmation that he wasn't my biological father.

I loved him still, of course, genetics be damned. All it changed was that Paul and I knew why we bonded so closely, so quickly.

As a bonding activity, I told dad all about the weapons I was developing with the tribesmen, and asked if he had any idea of how to modernize them. He looked them over and came back with the suggestion of upgrading from the bow and arrow to the cross bow with the cartridges, so you didn't have to load the arrows one at a time. They would also cut down the time needed between shots.

He also said that, with a little tinkering, and changes to size, the blow darts would work as a dart gun. You could even get them with magazines that, again, would cut down on reload time.

"... Charlie then took this idea and ran with it."

I was pulled from my thoughts by a few chuckles from a few of the Pack. "Yeah he was called the Pack's mad scientist behind his back. They thought I was scary sometimes but I had nothing on him" I told them smirking. He really did scared me sometimes with the things that he would come up with.

"Charlie took me to the shooting range and helped me master any gun that would hold the hollow claw tipped saliva darts. I dubbed them the 'Vamp-Specials'. If any of the wolves pissed off Sam or Billy, they were volunteered to be used as targets when I wanted to do some live target practice at the supernatural level. I only used standard empty darts, but getting hit with one of them still, wasn't a matter of tickle." I barely held in my chuckle at the winch from all the wolves. The elders didn't even try to hide theirs.

When they had all settled down, I faded back in time.

It was during one of these training sessions that my skills were put to the ultimate test.

Even though I used standard empties to practice with, dad convinced me to keep a clip of Vamp-Specials on me as well. And I had never been so grateful that I took his advice, as I was right then. His paranoia saved our lives that day. The wolves with me were Collin and Brady. The twins had only phased the night before, and since they couldn't phase back yet, were volunteered to be my moving targets. They were having such a blast trying to unsuccessfully dodge my shots, that they missed the scent of the vampire a few hundred yards away.

The fates must have been smiling on me that day. I just happened to be practicing my long range shooting, and he must have been a young or inexperienced one. He never spotted me in the tree I was using for cover.

I was lucky that I even saw him; it was a coincidence that he passed through a shaft of sunlight that lit him up like homing beacon, or he would have escaped my notice as well. I had silently changed out my clips, and lined up my shot. I squeezed down on the trigger and held back my breath. Once I was sure of my shot, I took three in quick succession. It was a textbook coup de grâce, and he never saw it coming; the vampire fell to the ground writhing in pain.

I called out to the twins to get the pack here ASAFP. I instructed them to use their paws and body weight to hold him down, but to be ready to get the fuck out of the way, if they thought he would get free. They held him down, while we waited. I told them that if he was to get free, I'd jump on the closest wolf's back, and we were to get the fuck out of dodge. They were told to avoid his limbs and teeth like they did my darts, but to remember if he got his teeth into them, they would feel like they were being filled with the fiery pits of hell. And if he got his arms around them, it was just as well as over; he would break every bone in their body. That helped them take the proper caution, and to not do anything stupid.

The rest of the pack showed up a few minutes later, and Paul and Jared took over restraining the vampire. The Vamp-Specials had worked better that expected; they weakened him enough so that he could be restrained, while the wolves were still in human form.

I told the pack to question him by any means necessary, before they killed him, and then handed my blades to Jacob. He was watching the boys closely, but he wasn't hunting; he looked more like he was scouting.

After Laurent's recent visit, I didn't want to miss the opportunity to gain much needed Intel. Four new wolves phased for a reason, and this vampire obviously had been scouting; he might just hold the answers we needed. I looked at Paul and knew he would make sure he sung like a canary before being turned to ashes.

Sam sent me and the twins back to his house to meet up with Seth and Leah, not that I blamed him; I would have done the same thing in his place. That's why I just handed over my blades, told them what needed to be done, and left when asked.

"... Who would want a human and two newbies lingering around an unfamiliar vampire, when he was being brutally interrogated, before given the mercy of death"

I probably would have argued if Paul wasn't there. The others tended to get a little squeamish around shit like that; but Paul and I understood the necessity of it. This vampire was by no means a pure soul. It wasn't even his diet that polluted his soul, though it didn't help, but he had been the type to play with his food just for the sheer satisfaction of it.

When we got to Sam's, I was able to get the twins to phase back; it wasn't hard. They were thirteen, and Sam was trying to get them to find their happy place. Screw the happy place, I had told them that if they didn't phase back, they couldn't play the Xbox. Neither could they have any of the brownies I planned to make, nor even lick the empty bowls. I left some cut-offs, and walked into the kitchen to work on the brownies.

As soon as the smell of brownies filled the kitchen, I had a human Collin and Brady standing in the doorway, holding their hands out for the mixing bowl. Junk food and video games; the key to any thirteen year olds' heart.

"A few hours later, the pack returned with solemn and enraged faces. They also seemed to carry an air of defeat."

I guessed "vampire boy had talked".