Let's see here ~ 15 chapters total; currently on chapter 10 aaaaaand ONLY 5 CHAPTERS LEFT! O-o Ah, yes. Which would mean this is the second story I finish. And, sadly, there is no sequel. Only a generations change which will start ehhhh somewhere during summer? Maybe even past that :\ Depends how quickly I write and my time to write every chapter.

On other notes – yes… I was currently dead to fanfiction for…two months now? I'm sorry :\ But I'm determined to start it up again; though perhaps I may be a bit slow and my writing may be a bit off – I beg of you, have patient for my slow mind :)

And as for this chapter; short than all the others but I'm pretty sure it's time for an update. Plus, for those people that read my story 'Half a Heart' I'll be sure to update that either later today, tomorrow or maybe even the day after tomorrow :D Thanks lovelies ^-^

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**Jelly-Bean-Jr.

They're coming back,
and you just don't know it
And you want to cry,
but there's nothing coming
They're gonna push ,
until you give in, say when

Fala's point of view-

I stab my breakfast angrily, glaring down at the food as I smash it up into a pile of mush, quite easily and, must I say, skillfully ignoring Emily's attempts at casual chatter. Oddly enough, I wasn't in a chattery mood. Though Sam and Emily seemed to be; and by the looks of it with Emily's determination to get me to talk it only made Sam more curious.

You see, usually in the mornings Sam or Emily don't bother with little ole' me. Obviously because Emily's always too busy cooking for the pack – and Sam's too busy watching Emily cook for the pack that they don't even notice my absents or lack of conversation skills. But when Emily starts noticing things and sticking her nose into everything; it leads Sam to the same thing. Therefor I got a dog and his bitch both sniffing up my crotch and business at the same time.

Sam cleared his throat, glancing between Emily and I as Emily continued our one-way conversation while he ran his tongue across his teeth; readjusted himself on the couch for a moment before turning to me curiously.

"So; I heard crying last night. Do you have any whereabouts to what I'm talking about?" he asks, raising an eyebrow with a worried look. I look at Sam flatly, shrugging weakly.

"Maybe it was Emily crying; finally realizing she has to spend the rest of her life with you and that God awful imprint with a scarred up face. You know, the one you literally marked an imprint on. Ha," I laugh a little dryly at the pun whereas Emily gasped loudly, dropping her fork. Sam's jaw clenched slightly, giving me a look with disappointment and anger. But was it really my fault? Being bitter? I know that, over time, it does get a little annoying; dealing with a person's constant shit, but I do believe I had another good month to dwell on this – hell, maybe my whole life.

That is how long this whole imprint goes on for, isn't it? My whole life? So I have a right to be bitter. To bitch and complain. The sad part? I was never really like this before, I don't think I've complained about life as much as I do now. But now that I think of it; my hormonal levels have been off the chart. And let me tell you, I don't enjoy being bratty and mouthy. In fact, I detested it and wanted to punch myself for it. But how could I possibly stop? Now that I got into the rhythm of complaining it'll start looking queer if I simply stop complaining.

You know?

I know that if Leah stopped glaring at Sam and Emily whenever they started making out and humping against the counter that I'd be pretty damn shocked; as well as everyone else. And then they'd jump to the conclusion that she was completely fine with the two doing exactly that – which only encourages them to do more in public. And Taha Aki knows I would not be okay with that shit; I still had my innocence you know.

And if I stop bitching about the imprint – the pack will start thinking I'm okay with it and start talking to me! Do you know how horrible that would be? I'd probably kill myself first chance I got. Then again even killing myself would seem impossible around a bunch of wolves; considering how carefully the whole pack treats Emily and Lakota with their whole imprint status I'd be lucky to even go outside. I don't know; maybe they're afraid I'll drown in the rain? Hell, you don't know with these kinds of people. But I know I won't have enough time, or space to even harm myself before some random ass wolf comes to my "rescue".

I've never liked the pack. Never. Seth was okay as I've said before – he was a sweet kid, I could barely even tell he was a wolf from the start. He didn't act like one, he was descent, and I liked him. We used to hang out all the time when Leah and Sam were dating too. So it only made sense that he'd be okay in my book even after he phases into a total monster.

But as for the rest of them? I'm sure they were as obnoxious as 100% human as they are now. Which doesn't surprise me.

"Fala…" Sam sighs loudly, giving me a look as he pats my knee in what I'm sure was meant for comfort, "you're hurting yourself and my pack-" I roll my eyes at that, feeling my entire head explode with annoyance and 18 years' worth of holding back anger and rants.

"Oh your pack, huh?" I ask sarcastically, standing up as I glared at him, "well guess what? I don't give a flying fuck about your pack!" I yelled out, stomping my foot like a child as Sam gave me a surprised look, opening his mouth to say something before I promptly and quite literally squashed my pointer finger against his lips to shut him up.

"I couldn't care less if the world burned all the creepy, monstrous fairy tale animalistic freaks on the entire planet! I couldn't care less if you and your entire pack couldn't turn into wolves anymore. You know what? I couldn't care less whether or not a vampire could be hunting our entire tribe! Just shut the fuck up and let me breathe because I am done!" I scream out,

"I'm going to college, I'm getting rid of you and your stupid package deal. I don't want to be that pesky little sister you have to deal with. The one you sigh heavily at when she asks a question, I don't want to be the annoying nuisance that makes your life harder because guess what? You're royally fucking up my life!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air and over my head.

"Yeah; you guessed it, I have a life! Or I used to before you turned into some sort of vampire fighting beast which made everyone hate me! Made everyone scared to talk to me, to even like me, or let alone come near me! Because they're afraid of you and your clone of freaks as much as I am! You heard me right, Sammy. I'm scared, so, so, so, fucking scared that all of you will maul my ass because you decided you don't like me. Or maybe I'm scared you won't come home because a vampire spontaneously decided they wanted wolf for dinner. I'm sick and fucking tired of it all! I want to be able to piss and possibly fart in my own home when I feel gassy without feeling paranoid that some kind of man-beast, child/dog will sniff it out, or hear it over a running faucet and concrete walls. I want to be able to take a shower without someone barging in and saying they 'gotta piss' as so much of your pack members have already done, I want them to stop looking at me like I'm a total idiot with no brains just because I decide to walk into my own damn kitchen. I want you and your stupid pack of mutts to quit thinking you own me! I may be an imprint, but you know what? You don't own my ass! You can't piss on me and call me your property because I'm my own fucking person!" I let out a long breath after I finished, feeling oddly relaxed and amazingly lifted from stress as Emily and Sam stare at me blankly. Each one not knowing what to say as I tried to catch my breath.

I smile slightly, watching the two as they stared at me before looking at each other. Only then did my smile fall when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Someone who, even with my back to them, I knew exactly who it was. Brady.

Oh, for the love of God. I roll my eyes up, staring at the ceiling and mumbling words under my breath; praying that this really wasn't happening to me.

"Fala," he murmurs behind me, grabbing my shoulders a bit roughly before forcefully turning me around to face him. And the sight of his angelic, hump-worthy face was enough to make me want to fall on my knees and kiss his own two feet…or four. Depending if he wants to go wolf-shit on my ass.

"We need to talk," he whispers.