~Ever wonder what Michi looked like? Well, look no farther- Michi is now my profile picture! Freshly drawn (I take no credit for the pose, and a huge thanks to a great person on Deviant)! If this is not how you pictured her, oh well- Keep the picture in your head (like me and my Seth, and not the skinny, lanky kid in The Twilight Saga: Eclipse movie). And I hope you enjoy the new chapter! The new, very long chapter (Because this is the last you get for a long time. Because Band Camp is about to start. Oh Joy! :P). Oh! And find where the picture belongs in this chapter!~

This game of chase is almost over, boy. With my speed and your mindlink showing me the way, you are so screwed Seth!

He just chuckled. That's what you think. You have your heavy backpack on in wolf form, and I don't think it is too easy running with something messing up your natural rhythm. Oh, and for the whole mindlink problem… he replied, just before he closed his own eyes.

I mentally frowned, upset by this new challenge- wasn't it enough that I had my dreams to think about? But nonetheless, I followed Seth's familiar scent until it came to an abrupt halt. What the…? Seth seemed to be overjoyed that I was confused, so I decided to fall into his mind, to at least give me some hints.

Rain soaked his already damp fur, but it was uneven, inconsistent, so Seth had to be under the cover of trees. Duh, we're in a stupid forest, I chided myself. Seth just laughed at my internal monologue, but I continued to explore his senses. Everything smelt the same through his nose; the rain, the soaked wood- and a sweet smell Seth knew as Michi's scent.

You smell… Better than the others. More human-like, Seth said, making a quick excuse. I froze, my nose close to the ground to search for his fresh scent. His words had unlocked a realization- demigods, vampires, and werewolves will fight one another, and must never mix their blood. If the bloods are combined, they die.

I was dying.

Unfortunately, Seth noticed that I was no longer paying any attention to our game. Michi, you seem very distracted. You want to quit and go get something to eat? You haven't eaten since you transformed two days ago, right?

Yeah, I quickly replied, wanting anything to distract me from my theory. I'm starving.

Well, come on. I know a great place, Seth said, opening his eyes to reveal that he was hiding behind a tree three paces from me. As he took the lead, I mulled over my thoughts.

Hey Seth, I have a strange question…

Shoot.

If vampires bite werewolves, it kills them, right?

Seth was silent for a moment before he responded. Vampires have a venom that traps their prey from escaping them. But if the venom is left in a human system for at least three days, it changes them. His voice became full of sorrow. But if a vampire bites a werewolf, once the venom reaches his heart, he will die. A very quick, but very painful death.

Seth never said it, but the sadness in his heart told all. I'm sorry for your loss…

It happened a while ago, was all he said.

Though I truly felt remorse for his pain, his words gave me hope- surely if death was quick for one pairing, it would be like that for the others. I had just misunderstood my dream, that was all.

Right?

Ok, Seth started. So we need to phase back to… Crap! I totally forgot… he drifted off, his mind flushing with red embarrassment.

I was just as appalled, but I tried to keep my cool so he wouldn't feel too bad. Just… Turn around until I say otherwise, ok?

Right, came the reply as the tan wolf turned around, his broad back facing me. The clothes are under that tree.

I quickly morphed into my human form (my backpack falling off of me when I became too small for the strap), nearly sighing in relief when I felt the moonlight silk touch my skin. I proceeded to pry a dirtied garbage bag from the roots of the old tree and rummaged through its contents. Though it was a huge bag of clothes, they were all men's sizes, and none seemed like it would fit. Sighing, I grasped the two smallest articles of clothing- a red and white hoodie and a pair of khaki pants- and ripped the sleeves and legs off to make a decent sized shirt and shorts. After I had quickly put them on and swung my pack back where it belonged, I ran over and dropped the bag at the base of Seth's tail and marched ten steps away.

"Ok Seth, your turn."

A grunt sounded, showing that he at least heard my quiet voice. I refused to think of the scene behind me, so I fiddled with my hair- it was getting so long that the white tips fluttered in my face. Until the rain plastered them to my head. Hissing under my breath, I pulled up the hood of my shirt. AS much as I loved water, I hated getting wet.

"You ready to go Michi?" Seth said softly, scaring me out of my tender anger of falling water.

"Jeez Seth, you want to frighten me? I could go werewolf on your butt," I replied, turning around to face him. "Lead on you scantily dressed man."

Seth's mouth broke into an easy smile as he laughed at my joke. "You know, most girls appreciate how us pack members dress."

I rolled my eyes at him. "I can't imagine why girls would love a couple of boys who walk around in shorts, showing off a body that looks like it could melt ice-cream. No. Wait. I see. It's the shorts, isn't it?"

Seth just snorted, turning around and leading us to a barren road just outside the forest. "Ok, we are going to have to run for a bit-"

"In the rain?"

"Yes, in the rain, otherwise she'll get started on lunch, and then there won't be enough food for anyone. Come on, you run in the rain all the time now, remember?"

"But that's when I have a fur coat that keeps me warm," I whined.

"Just come on!" Seth exclaimed as he started to jog down the slick road.

Catching up to him, I grumbled, "I hate to ask the obvious, but why didn't we just run there when we were wolves?"

"Two reasons. One, we are going into a populated area. Two, we're in the La Push Pack territory. Although we really shouldn't fight one another, sometimes we get into skirmishes because of our different views. But the Forks Pack will not fight out here, not against our brothers," Seth explained as we trotted into a brightly lit neighborhood. "It's pretty much been that way since our pack split."

"And how long ago was that?"

Seth had to think about that question before answering. "That was back when I was fifteen… So, three years ago? It seems so much longer than that… Ah, here we are," he said with a slight smile on his face, his short hair spiked from the rain. "Do you like it?"

"You're eighteen?" I sputtered, oblivious to the burned gold house he was trying to show me.

Seth just rolled his eyes and pushed me onto the porch before releasing me. Almost shoving the door off its hooks, he loudly proclaimed, "Mom, I'm home!" After he had grabbed my hand and dragged me through the door, Seth continued on to say, "And I brought someone with me."

"Really? Who is it Seth?" came the reply in a low, soothing voice from farther in the house.

"Come and meet her, Mom." Whatever Seth's mother had been doing, there was a loud crash of glass dishes in what had to be the kitchen before she came rushing out to meet me. I had already brushed my hood back and placed my bag on the floor to try and look presentable, but I was so drenched that I guessed it didn't even matter. Plus, Seth and Leah had never told me their last name- I was screwed for this first impression.

But the woman stopped and stared at me, her hands covering her open mouth as if I was the gift she had been waiting for all Christmas day. Then she looked to Seth and started, "And she... The one you…" Seth simply smiled at her and gestured toward me. She let out a slight squeak and turned back to me, her words nearly tripping over themselves to make it out of her mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm Sue Clearwater, but you can just call me Sue. I'm so excited that Seth has brought you over!"

I smiled, glad that this was turning out much better than I had initially thought. "Hi, Mrs. Sue. I am Michi Jackson. I'm new to town," I replied, reaching forward to shake her hand. She eagerly clasped my hand, her skin unusually cold against mine. The excitement in her eyes dimmed as she too noticed the difference, and turned to frown at Seth, a face very much like her daughter's. Sue then relinquished her hold on my hand to gingerly place her own hands to her waist as she stared Seth down, who looked as if he was enjoying a private joke.

"Seth! How dare you!" Sue exclaimed, smacking her hand across Seth's chest. "You come in and say you have brought a girl home, and you fool me like that?" Turning to my confused face, she added, "Not that it's nice to meet you Michi. Truthfully, I'm glad you're here, but-" she whirled around to her son again, "- I just thought you had finally imprinted Seth, not bringing home another werewolf."

Seth just broke down into howling laughter as Sue shook her head. "I am very sorry for that dear," she sighed, gripping my arm and leading me into the messy kitchen. "Seth is the only one around his age who hasn't imprinted yet. In fact, several of the younger wolves have already imprinted." Sue then reached up to my shoulder, looking as if to continue her speech before she realized that the fabric was soaking wet. "Do you want me to dry that for you, Michi? It seems awfully wet."

Before I could even answer, she steered me past the kitchen and into a small laundry room and closed the door. "Strip down, and wear a robe while you wait," Sue commanded, tossing a huge blue bathrobe at me, giving me almost no time to react. Wanting to not be rushed any farther, I quickly took off my clothes and pushed them over to her. She just shook her head and made a clucking noise in her mouth. "Seriously, a girl needs some support when she is in human form- I already told Jacob about this. Here, have some underwear too Michi."

"Thanks, Mrs. Sue…"

"Just Sue. No need to be formal." She paused a second before continuing. "Michi, would you mind if I ask you some questions?" Sue inquired as she shoved the wet clothing into the dryer and put the heat level on high.

"If you don't mind that I ask questions in return," I shot back.

Sue gave me an approving look as she took us back to the kitchen. Seth entered nearly the same time as we did, in a large grey tee-shirt and green pajama bottoms, holding his wet shorts out in front of him like it was an alien. "Start the dryer after you stick that in, Seth," Sue smiled as he passed us.

"Yes Mom," Seth replied in the typical teenager voice.

"So," Sue started as she wiped the contents of a glass bowl off of the counter, "Do you want to start?"

I cleared my throat as I sat down at the kitchen table. "I just have two questions. How did you know I was a werewolf, and what is an imprint?"

Sue froze what she was doing and stared at me for a moment before she turned on her child who had returned to the kitchen. "Did you guys even explain anything to her?"

"Hey, I tried to tell her about imprints, but Leah changed the subject- twice. As for everything else, we had to cut down on time because it was Nessie's birthday party," Seth argued, sitting across the stained oak table from me. Sue just glanced at him a moment longer before turning her attention back to me.

"Well, to answer your first question, werewolves have a naturally higher temperature than humans- usually around a hundred and six or a hundred and eight. So that's how I knew you were a werewolf. You were extremely hot to me. For your second question, I believe Seth could explain it as I cook, now that I have to supersize everything."

I looked to Seth, expecting him to start up right away, but he merely looked down at the table, drawing invisible patterns with his fingers. He suddenly stopped and sighed, then looked up to meet my waiting eyes. "Imprinting is… Complicated. It's kind of like the love at first sight idea, but it's more than that. Much more. When one becomes imprinted, their life is the imprinted person- one would do anything in order to make their imprinted happy, even if it meant suicide. You don't feel trapped, you don't feel used, you only feel pure happiness."

"That doesn't sound too complicated," I stated. "In fact, it sounds quite… good."

Seth's eyes narrowed. "It's pure insanity. Having three members of our pack imprinted is hard enough. When we're all running together, Jacob, Quil, and Embry are always thinking about their girls, worrying about them, feeling that they might be needed by them. Quil in his big brother phase, Jacob in the best friend-going-on-boyfriend mode, Embry getting ready to tie the knot- it's all sickening." Seth looked away, but not before something flashed in his dark eyes.

Jealously. It took all of my strength to keep my face intact, to pretend I never saw anything. Seth was jealous of his brothers. He wanted to imprint as much as his mother wanted him to. "So you just see your significant other, and la-tee-da, you're all happy?" I asked to keep the conversation going.

Seth looked up again, showing none of his previous emotions in his black eyes. "Well," he started, glancing over to his mother, hesitated, then continued again. "It's more than that too. The imprinting process is also a way to show the wolves the best way to pass on the werewolf gene. So in the legends of the Quileute, almost all of the werewolves lived long enough to find their imprinted. But there have never been accounts of female werewolves in the legends, and seeing as Leah has not imprinted yet either, most of the wolves believe that female wolves are a dead end- that because you are frozen in age, you cannot pass on your wolf gene."

I sucked in a deep breath, surprised that this new information hurt me so much. Stop it! You are a Hunter! This is a good thing! I thought, trying to convince myself. But I was not very convinced in myself.

Shocking me out of my pity fest, Sue slammed a ton of food in front of Seth and me. "Eat up, my little wolves. I know how hungry you can get."

My eyes were overwhelmed by how much food she cooked, my sharp nose drawing in all of the delicious scents. "Oh, Sue, I've never eaten more than a hamburger and chips my entire life. There is no way, I could-"

"She hasn't eaten since she's changed yet either? God Seth, is this the way you should treat a new member of your family?" Sue accused her son. Seth, who already had stuffed his mouth full, just shrugged. Sue merely put her hand to her head before she spoke to me again. "Michi, a growing werewolf will eat more than a quarter of their own weight in a meal. Just eat to your heart's content. I'm sure what you don't eat, Seth surely will."

And so I began to pick at food until I was overcome with an urge to splurge. I just kept on eating, and eating, and eating. Whenever Seth and I had started to run low on food, Sue just put more on the table. Sue sat near me while I ate, asking questions about why I was fairer skinned than the other wolves, how my hair and eyes were the way they were, where I had come from- and I answered her to the best ability I could while talking with a full mouth. It wasn't until I leaned back contentedly in my chair did she stop asking questions, and instead offered an idea.

"Seth, Charlie might be coming over soon, so how about you and Michi go spend some time out in the city? Show her the sites, go see a movie. Act like normal teenagers for an afternoon. I'll pay for it all," Sue proposed, but she had to know she had already won.

"Sure Mom. Do know when he'll be over?" Seth asked as the sound of the front door opening reached us.

"Now. Hurry go change," Sue shooed us before raising voice, "Hello Charlie!"

As Seth ran to his room upstairs, I ran to the laundry room, crashing the door shut and yanking my clothes out of the dryer. I had no idea who this Charlie was, but I had a feeling he wasn't pleased with the werewolves. I sighed with content as the warm cotton slid onto my skin, and made a great discovery- the hoodie had shrunk, fitting me better than before and cutting off right before it hit my midriff. The khaki shorts were still too big around the waist, so I grabbed a belt off of the top of the washing machine and looped it around before I left the room.

Seth was talking to a sour-looking police officer in the middle of the kitchen, the supposed Charlie, I guessed. Seth quickly saw me and said, "Ah. Charlie, this is Michi. Michi, this is Charlie. Bella's father."

I gawked at Charlie, all but unable to speak. "Bella's father? You mean, Bella the-" Seth shook his head at me, knowing my next word. "-the Cullen's Bella? Well, nice to meet you Mr. Charlie!" I exclaimed reaching out my hand. Charlie looked at me strange for a second before extending his own hand. Seth just hit his head hand and spun around. This was not how it was supposed to go.

As soon as Charlie took my hand, he dropped it, his brown eyes tightening as he comprehended what my hot hand meant. "Well, I guess we best be going Seth. Bye Sue! Thanks for the meal!" I said quickly, trying to get out of the house as fast as I could. I rushed for the front door, not even bothering with my pack- Artemis would get it before she picked me up tonight.

Seth slammed the door behind him as he reached the porch, extending his arm to hand me a pair of black flip flops. "Whoa, that was a nightmare," Seth breathed. "Charlie really dislikes us."

"Why does Charlie hate us?" I asked.

"Well, after Bella was changed, Jacob had the brilliant idea of showing that some things aren't myth like they should be. So Charlie knows that something unnatural is going on with Bella, he just doesn't know what. And we do. And that kills him. Plus the fact that we scare the heck out of him," Seth smiled at the last part. "So, what do you want to go do?"

Luckily, the rain had stopped, so we started to walk down the narrow sidewalk together toward town. "Uh, I don't know. What time is it, you think?" I asked.

"I would guess about three. And it will take us about thirty minutes to run to Port Angeles."

"And if we just walk and enjoy the scenery?"

Seth looked down at me, his dark eyes smiling down at me. "If we walk, then about fifty minutes. And what scenery would we look at, the woods? We already know what's in them- bats, wolves, and trees! Oh my!" he snickered.

"Hey, I'm in no rush," I smiled back.

Seth stared at me as we continued to walk. "Your eyes…" he murmured.

"Excuse me?" I asked, appalled.

He looked dazed before he replied, "Sorry, I tend to talk without realizing it. I was looking at your eyes and noticed that the blue and green spilt your eye in half…Why?"

I looked up at the sky, wishing I could just show him. "It's Quarter Moon."

"What? What the heck are you talking about?"

"Well, you asked," I retorted. "My eyes. They reflect the patterns of the moon. What side is the blue on?"

Seth's eyebrows were linked together in confusion. "The left?"

"So that means it's the Last Quarter." I looked up to meet his black eyes, which where searching mine for confirmation. "Is it so hard to believe that my eyes show the moon while we both transform into another creature?" Seth thought about it for a moment before he shook his head. I looked back up to the sky again. "The icy blue shows the exact form of the moon in the sky; the emerald green is like the night sky…"

A wintry breeze blew around us in our silence, me looking at the sky, Seth at the ground. But I gave into the wind, raising my arms to the sky and dashing forward, dancing around in a circle. Someone's poor cherry tree had bloomed way too late in the year, the sickly flower petals obedient to the demanding current, joining my dance in the wind…

"Michi," Seth laughed, triggering me to turn back toward him, a slight smile playing around the edges of my mouth.

"What?"

Seth came closer and squeezed me a great hug. "We were both so caught up in your dance that you almost walked into town looking like a crazy woman!"

"I am crazy, you just don't know it yet," I countered after I recovered from the hug. "Hey! You want to go see a movie?"

"You bet! I heard that there is an awesome action movie out right now! Hurry, the theater is this way!" Seth exclaimed dragged me by the arm down several streets, his black muscle shirt giving me a many envious glances from passerbyers.

We made it in time to go see the last showing of the movie, only having to wait forty-five minutes before it started, about my favorite comic superhero, might I add. Seth and I talked about everything and nothing, and we continued to talk in hushed tones when the movie even began. But I knew my time was coming to a close with Seth, and I did not want to be there to see him hurt. So right when the climax between our armored hero and the villain started, I whispered to Seth, "Hey, I got to go to the bathroom real quick." And not wanting to lie, I added, "I swear by the River that I'll come back to you." Seth just nodded his head and responded with "Hurry back."

Holding back tears, I ran out of the theater, walked briskly through the lobby, and waited outside. Not a minute later, a white Lexus pulled up in front of me. Yanking the door open, I threw myself inside, and looked out of the too black window, not wanting to face the goddess.

Starting to drive off, Artemis asked in a voice colder than the polar ice caps "So, how did your date go?" I just curled up on the seat and cried my broken heart out.

Artemis just looked on for a moment and said, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."