AN: It's strange, I hate Sam, but as I'm writing this I feel for him. Since it's my story I know his intentions are good, but he's going about it the wrong way and making things worse.

So, (and I can't believe I'm saying/writing this…) go easy on him. He really is trying to protect Leah.

BTW, has everyone seen the pics of the wolf pack? Paul is hot.

Disclaimer: I'm not SM, but my cousin looks creepily like her.

Chapter 10- Guilty

I took a deep breath to steady myself and pictured Wes cheering me one.

"If Wes breaks the treaty… I'll kill him myself."

Leah's POV

Sam grabbed my arm and dragged me away as the others talked, Seth and Jake tried to follow but I shooed them away.

Once we were out of earshot, Sam let me go.

"Are you insane?" He hissed.

"If I am, you've made me that way," I hissed back. "Why are you so set on keeping me miserable?"

"I'm trying to protect you from him," he defended.

I laughed.

"Protect? Out of the two of you, who's hurt me the most?"

"Leah, killing him is the same as killing yourself. You will feel every shred of pain that he feels tenfold."

"It doesn't matter, it won't come to that. I trust Wes."

"You met him two days ago."

"Three," I corrected, sounding a little weak. "And that's long enough."

"I don't want to see you hurt again," he said softly, "especially if I could have stopped it."

I felt kind of bad for him. Kind of.

"Kicking me out of the pack hurt too, Sam."

"I know, but I figured it would hurt less than the alternatives."

I ran my hands through my hair and sighed, "let's see how this vote turns out before I decide if I'm less mad."

"Fair enough," he said, leading me back to the bonfire.

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Instead of using the 'raise your hand if' method of voting, we decided to rip off Survivor and write our votes, put them in a jar and have Jeff Probst read them out loud.

Except instead of Jeff Probst we had Sam. I kept debating (in my head) which one was more annoying, when I pick a winner I'll let you know.

Now, I could be like that asshole host, drag out the vote count and slowly driving you to insanity.

But instead I will do this.

Total votes for kicking me out- 8

Total votes for not kicking me out- 9

Before I could stop myself, I had leapt to my feet, pointed at Sam and yelled, "Ha!"

Paul jumped up and high-fived me, Rachel should get a freakin' metal for coming back and being with him.

As the others came up and congratulated me, Sam slipped off into the forest.

Some people just can't lose gracefully.

I hugged Seth, and then in my excitement I almost hugged Jake. Thankfully I managed to restrain myself.

"I can't wait to tell Wes," I grinned.

"Maybe you should come home tonight," Seth suggested carefully. "Mom's been worried about you."

Crap.

With everything that had been going on, I hadn't been home. I think the last time I saw mom was when she asked me to drop off Emily's book. It seemed like it happened weeks ago when it had barely been three days.

"Let me update Wes and then I'll come home."

"Fair enough," he agreed.

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I phased and headed towards the Cullen house, assuming he'd be there.

I knew all our problems were far from over, but this was a positive step and was grateful for it.

I've learnt to enjoy what little victory's you get.

Shortly after passing the line, a strange scent filled my nostrils. I could identify vampire and werewolf.

My blood went cold.

As I got closer, three scents got stronger and stronger.

The first was Wes; the second was Sam.

And the third was blood.

I ran faster.

Wes must have heard me coming since he ran up to greet me, looking like he had been put through a shredder. His shirt was gone and I could see the deep claw marks covering his chest and face. (No blood though, vampires don't bleed.) And he looked scared.

"Sam's hurt," he croaked.

I followed him to a clearing, the trees looked like they'd been hit with a wreaking ball and the grass was torn up.

Sam was lying under one of the damaged trees in his wolf form, blood staining his fur, eyes closed and barely breathing. Wes had torn his shirt to try and stop the worst of the bleeding.

I phased back and ran to him. "What happened?" I asked Wes. "Who did this?"

He looked at the ground.

"I did."

"Why?" I gawped; knowing Sam didn't have time for me to be stunned.

"He started it," Wes said childishly.

I growled and check Sam over. "We have to get him to Dr. Cullen."

He looked at the very large wolf, "should we ask him to morph back?"

"That'll waste too much energy," I explained impatiently. "Can't you just carry him?"

"I'm strong enough to, but it's a matter of where I would hold."

I could see his point, if Wes tried to move him he could end up hurting Sam more. Even if I phased I wasn't big enough to carry him on my back.

"Do you have a phone?" I asked urgently.

"Yes," he said, hand going to his back pocket. "Oh, shit."

"What? Did it break during the fight?"

"No, I think it fell out." He said, checking around him.

"Well… Fucking find it!" I yelled.

I jerked back a little, probably because he wasn't used to me yelling, and started frantically searching the ground.

"Sam?" I called softly into his ear. "If you can hear me, hold on, ok?"

He let out a tiny whine; I guessed it was his way of saying, "I am."

I thought of Emily waiting at home for him. She never slept while he was out on pack business; she'd be awake right now, checking out the window every five minutes for some sign of his return.

I pushed it out of my head in time for a triumphant call of, "found it!"

Now I began to panic about what would happen after all this. Whether Sam lived or died, Wes was in huge trouble.

And I was the one who had to punish him.

"They'll be here real quick," Wes assured, kneeling next to us. "He's gonna be fine."

I didn't answer… I couldn't make myself.

"Leah," he began in a tone that scared me. "There's something you should know, and it's better that you hear it from me and not Sam… Especially since he doesn't know the whole story."

"Can't it wait?" I asked, voice cracking.

"Not really, it's kinda the reason we started fighting," he sighed. "When I was first turned… I killed someone."

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AN2: I was so very tempted to stop at I did.

And before you start, Wes did not tell Sam he killed someone, he's not an idiot. All will be revealed next chapter.