A/N: This story is long as hell. I'm getting a little bit tired of… Embry. He's adorable and everything, but Seth? I mean DAYUM, talk about some eye candy. SoOoOo… I lied about the fur-splosion. I didn't put it in the last chapter, because it was way too long. So we're going to introduce it now! Eeekk! So, here it is… Chapter 10!

Chapter 10:

Embry P.O.V

I didn't understand it. I was just so… angry, all the time! This had to be 10x worse than PMSing, because the stupidest of things would have me shaking with rage. Literally shaking. Then, one day, my life changed forever. As much as I'd like to say it changed for the good, it didn't. It just went downhill from there.

I was at First Beach, alone for a change, watching the waves crash onto the beach. I was thinking about the day that Leslie had had her nose bloodied by some insolent kid in gym class, and suddenly my body was quivering with so much force a passerby would've thought that I was having a seizure. Hell, I thought I was having a seizure. If it hadn't been for the flowing warmth, I would've thought I was going to die. You don't warm up when you're dying.

The heat flooded my limbs, but the anger was the only thing I could think about. I just wanted to rip that kid's throat out with my teeth, shred him to pieces. He hurt my Leslie, caused her pain.

Kid? Who're you? Calm down, kid. Deep breaths. I heard a voice inside of my head. Who the hell was in my head?

Calm down, Embry. Its Sam Uley, don't worry. You're not crazy. I'm not crazy? Well of course I'm not crazy, I'm angry! I'm so fucking pissed I want to bite that tree in half… Bite that tree in half?

Alright Embry, you're on First Beach, right? Get into the woods, now. Get deep into the woods, away from sight. There was something in his voice that made me do exactly what he said. I took off towards the woods, looking down at my paws. HOLY SHIT MY PAWS?

Yes, paws… I'll explain. Stay there. Do not move. There was no way I was already far enough from the beach to not be seen. I'd only been running for a few seconds! In Sam's voice, there was that tone of authority that I knew that no matter what, I had to listen to.

I had only been sitting for a minute or so when the biggest wolf I had ever seen slowed to a stop in front of me. Its fur was coal black, with a little patch of dark, dark grey under its chin. It stood proudly, and a good half a foot over me.

Sam? I managed to form a coherent human thought, and I was proud of myself. The wolf nodded, and he proceeded to explain everything. Why I was so angry, why I had paws, why he could hear my thoughts. And I thought my life was crazy before…

Leslie P.O.V

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" I screeched into the phone. I saw my dad cringe in the living room, but I didn't care. Embry had been missing for 3 weeks. Nobody had seen hide or hair of him. And I was absolutely mortified that something had happened.

"His mother has filed the report, ma'am." The woman from the police station explained patiently. "There's nothing else we can do." I was practically growling.

"Please put me on the phone with Chief Swan…" I managed to spit through gritted teeth, my grip on the phone tightening by the second. I heard her mutter something about "obsessive teenage girlfriends" before sending me through.

"Chief Swan speaking, may I ask who this-" I cut him off mid-introduction.

"Cut the crap. You know who this is. What do you know?" I said, clenching and unclenching my fist. So help me, if he tried to feed me the same bullshit that receptionist bitch did…

He sighed heavily. "Leslie, this is the third time you've called this week. Nothing new. Seems to just be another runaway. He'll come back when he's ready to." I lost it.

"I'm going to apologize in advance. Charlie Swan, Embry did not run away, and you know this as well as I do. He has a mother who loves him, friends who'd do anything for him, and I love him unconditionally. So don't you tell me he ran away." I snapped my phone shut and stormed into the living room with my dad. He was pretending to read the paper, but I knew he'd been listening to my conversation the entire time.

"So… How'd it go?" He asked nonchalantly, and I had to scoff. How'd it go? Could he not hear me shrieking into the phone?

"It went terribly. They still have no clue where he's at… Charlie thinks its just another angst filled teenager who's runaway from home in an attempt to get attention." I breathed in through my nose, out through my mouth, repeatedly thought "goosfraba", counted backwards from 10, and I was still furious. But now it was more directed towards Embry. Did he have any idea how scared I was? What if he'd gotten hurt? Or worse, killed? It made me sick to think about it.

"I'm sorry, sister…" My dad said, putting his paper down and wrapping me in a hug. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and I struggled to contain it. I coughed to cover up the whimper I'd accidentally let slip, but that just released the monstrosity of tears that had lodged itself in my windpipe.

"Dad… He wouldn't just up and leave me!" I choked out between sobs, and he just held me tighter to him. I cried on his shoulder for hours, and he just held me there, cradling me.

The shrill ring of our house phone echoed through the house, and made me jump. I laid on my father's shoulder, not wanting to get up, and let the machine pick up. When I heard the voice, my heart skipped a beat.

"Leslie? I'm… I need to talk to you…" Embry cleared his throat awkwardly, and I leapt off of the couch, doing a full sprint for the phone.

I picked up the receiver and took a deep breath before squeaking out, "Embry?". Shit. I was going for the strong, powerful, angry girlfriend who's been ignored for 3 weeks.

"Oh thank God… I didn't think you'd want to talk to me…" He began. I shook my head fiercely, but then I remembered he couldn't see me.

"No… I think we need to talk… Can you meet me at Second Beach in half an hour?" I asked, my voice sounding less pitiful this time.

"Sure… I love you…" I mumbled back a halfhearted "Love you too…" before hanging up and going to take a shower and get dressed. He had better have a damn good explanation for this…

Embry P.O.V

I was so nervous, I ran out to Second Beach as soon as she hung up the phone. Sam had explained to me all about Imprinting, and the effects it had. The way he described it, gravity wasn't the force that was keeping you on Earth, but it was her, the Imprintee.

I sat on a log, literally praying to the Lord that I Imprinted on Leslie. I loved her so much, I couldn't bare knowing that one day I could see a random chick walking down the street and lose all my feelings for her. There was no way that could even be possible.

I heard a gravel crunching under tires, but I didn't turn and look. I knew exactly who it was. She'd picked the beach that nobody ever came to, because it was surrounded by woods even more so than the others. She'd wanted privacy.

"Embry…" She said when she was standing right behind me, and I stood and faced her. I stared at her green eyes intently, waiting for something to happen. I stared for what seemed like hours. Nothing happened. Nothing at all. I could've broken down crying.

"Embry, what happened to you?" She mumbled, and I realized she was talking about my newly formed muscles and insane height. One of the perks of being a wolf, mind you, but still. My hair was shorter, I was a good half foot taller than her, and I could bench press her with one arm tied behind my back. And I'd only been gone 3 weeks.

"Embry… Say something…" She whispered, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. I realized then that, Imprint or no Imprint, I would always love Leslie. And I told her.

"I love you, Leslie Sophia Reo. I'm sorry I've hurt you, and I wish I could explain…" I gestured to myself. "All of this, but I can't. At least not yet… But I want you to know, that no matter what, I love you. I always will."

Leslie stepped up onto the log I had been sitting on, and her lips crashed onto mine. The force and the fire behind the kiss took be aback. She laced her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to her. I fitted to her body, and she gasped at my temperature.

"Fever, sick, doctor?" Leslie gasped between kisses, and I shook my head. She was going to argue, when I bit down on the pulse point on her collarbone lightly. That sent her back into her frenzy, her hands roaming over my chest and back.

I lifted her off of the log, and she clung to me as if I'd run away the second she let go. Les seemed so light, like a feather in my arms. That's when I realized my temperature was probably making her uncomfortably warm. I set her down lightly, holding her at arm's length.

Her cheeks were flushed, and lips slightly swollen from our rough kissing. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. There were dark circles under her sage green eyes. I felt a huge pang of guilt, because I knew they must've been there because of me.

"Embry… You randomly picked up and left me for 3 weeks without the slightest kind of explanation. You come back, and you're almost as big as Paul," My breath hitched in my throat, but there was no way she knew about the pack. "And you come back and expect me to just… be okay with that?" I recoiled as if she'd hit me across the face. Not that it would hurt me very much, but you get my point.

"Les, I don't expect you to be okay with it. I just hope you'll… let me make it up to you?" She shook her head sadly, before a little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"What am I gonna do with him?" Leslie looked up to the sky, a full smile gracing that stunning face of hers. I was hopelessly, completely, and utterly in love. And whipped, don't forget whipped. Because she sure didn't.

"If you're going to make it up to me, you're going to have to do some serious work, Mister." She said, wrapping her arms around my waist and burying her face into my chest. I hid my face in her blonde waves, breathing in deeply. Butterscotch and vanilla.

"I'd do anything for you…" I murmured, and she hummed a response. Leslie didn't seem to find my abnormal body temperature annoying or suffocating. She started calling me her "Toaster Oven" and took to wearing layers, so she could peel off a layer or two if she got too hot. No innuendo intended.

Leslie P.O.V

Embry had completely stopped hanging out with Quil and Jake. He would never tell me why, but after a while I learned not to ask about it. There were a lot of things I really couldn't ask about. Like where he went in the middle of the night, why he was constantly grounded, why he was so god awfully huge, why he was constantly on fire… It was confusing as hell.

I didn't see him as much as I used to, but when I did, he'd make sure to kiss me fervently, regardless who was there. I just melted into him. He was so amazingly beautiful, more than before. Before he had left, he was a slightly gangly, awkward teenager who I'd loved dearly. Now, he was an elegant man, who had changed greatly. I still loved him, and just as dearly, but I felt like something was missing. Like my heart belonged somewhere else too, but I couldn't place my finger on it.

"Leslie!" Ivy snapped me out of my trance, rapping on my bedroom window. I sighed and got off of my comfortable bed to open the latch. She pushed the window open and climbed through. She had a stool right beneath my window as her entrance. She didn't even bother with the front door anymore. My dad found it hilarious, but in all honesty, it annoyed the shit out of me.

"Whatcha need, Short Stack?" I asked, flopping face down on my bed. She'd been hanging out with Seth a lot lately, and with Embry constantly at work, I was pretty much an island of solitude.

"Me and Seth are going to Third Beach with the guys, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go? You haven't been cliff diving in forever!" She had to be crazy. It was way too cold to cliff dive. And I told her so.

"Its not that cold out, Princess. Its just starting to get crisp." She knew I hated that nickname. She knew it. God, she sucked.

"Fine. I'll go… but if I get hypothermia and die, you get to explain to Embry." I got up and shooed her out of my room to get dressed. I could hear her talking to my dad in the living room about the weather… I swear that girl needed her head checked.

I pulled on my bikini, and grabbed a change of bra and underwear, because I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to cliff dive the entire time… I'd freeze my ass off. I stuffed my change of clothes into a beach bag along with a thick towel that was laying on my dresser, and walked out the door. I flicked Ivy on the back of her head on my way out the door, waving at my dad.

We made our way to the beach, stopping to pick up the guys along the way. Ivy was messing around with the radio, trying to get a good station, but couldn't get any signal. Sighing heavily, I flipped the visor down, and pulled out one of my endless mixed CDs. I popped it into the CD player, skipped to my song, turned the volume up to max, and leaned back into my seat.

"6 Foot 7 Foot?" Seth shouted over the music. I gave him a thumbs up, and I could hear him laugh. I had realized a long time before that almost everybody in La Push listened to country music, which I hated. I was so relieved when I found out that Ivy shared my distain for the genre, because it resolved any future conflicts of what to listen to in the car.

"You do realize you're white, right?" Brady leaned forward, and said into my ear. I flashed him a grin and nodded. He just rolled his eyes before flopping back into his seat.

Now, since I was young, I'd never listened to clean versions of songs. Surprisingly, that was my mom's doing. She always say, "They put the word in for a reason.", and turn it up. That's one of the things I really missed about my mom, I could be open and honest with her without a second thought. My dad, on the other hand, was a different story.

"Leslie? Leslie you're about to miss the turn!" Ivy shouted, and I snapped out of my trance, swerving into the parking lot and sending gravel flying. Collin bellowed when I did my little doughnut in the gravel, making Brady laugh so hard he cried.

I sat completely still, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were white. Seth looked at me worriedly in the rearview mirror, and I blinked a couple of times to make sure we were still alive.

"You know, for a white girl, you drive like an old Asian lady." Collin growled, climbing out of the Jeep. My deathgrip on the wheel loosened slowly, and I was back to normal.

"I just wanted to see you squeal like a little girl!" I retorted. Brady sniggered and held his fist out for me to pound. I touched my knuckles to his before grabbing my beach bag and heading for the cliffs.

There was a little breeze, and I could feel the goosebumps rising on my skin. If cliff diving didn't give me such an adrenaline rush, I wouldn't be doing it today. But I needed something to take my mind off of Embry's sudden remoteness, and half freezing to death should do the trick.

"So who's jumping first?" Ivy asked, her hand intertwined with Seth's. I smiled at them before tugging my shirt over my head.

"Me." I continued stripping down, constantly aware of Collin and Brady's eyes on me. They really were two of the most unashamed perverts I'd ever met.

I sighed loudly, before dashing for the edge. When I leaped, I jerked around to give the guys one last thumbs up.

When I went cliff diving, I felt like time went in slow motion. I felt like I could count down the seconds until I hit the ice cold water. And that's what I was doing, I was slowly descending into the arctic waters. When I submerged, I let out a shriek. No matter how many times I leaped off that cliff, I was never prepared for the temperature of the water.

I broke the surface, sputtering out sea water. Opening your mouth underwater, bad choice. I swam for shore, already feeling the cold seeping into my bones. Damn. Where was my Toaster Oven when I needed him? Oh, that's right, he couldn't tell me!

I was still grumbling when I stepped onto the sand, my hair dripping sub-zero droplets of water onto my skin. My teeth were chattering, and I realized that jumping today really wasn't a good idea. I still had Embry burnt into my thoughts, but I was absolutely freezing my balls off. Lose/lose situation.

"HEY GUYS!" I shouted. I saw what looked like Collin lean over the edge. "CAN YOU TOSS ME MY BAG?" Collin gave me a thumbs up and disappeared for a second. When he came back, he had my bright green tote in hand.

"Nice panties!" He exclaimed as he dropped my bag. I caught it, flipped him off, and made my shaky way off towards the woods. Once I was out of view from the cliff and the beach, I began fumbling with the clasp on my bikini top. You didn't want to wear string bikinis when cliff diving, unless you were planning on flashing everybody and their brother.

Finally, I was able to get it off. I yanked my bottoms down, and began drying off when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up even more. I felt like I was being watched. I spun around to face a massive dark grey wolf. This thing was bigger than a horse, with intelligent brown eyes. Well, intelligent for a wolf. It kind of looked spaced out.

An earsplitting yowl ripped through the air, and I could've sworn I saw the beast smile. Moments later, a leaner, more wiry wolf appeared. Its fur was a light grey, the back splotched with darker spots. The wolf was snarling deep from its chest, eyes locked with the larger, darker animal.

The littler one leaped for the other's throat, fangs bared. The large one pinned him down easily with a flick of his paw. I took a tentative step back, trying to not draw attention to myself. These creatures were breathtakingly beautiful, strong, and deadly. I didn't want to be Kibbles and Bits for a big puppy. Hell to the no.

I began dressing in a hurry, faster than I ever have in my life. 5 seconds tops, and I was fully clothed. Carefully picking up my highlighter of a bag, I started backing out of the woods, keeping my eyes glued to the canines.

They paid me no attention, but looked as if they were actually speaking to one another. I was close to the beach when I stepped on a twig, a snap! resounding through the woods. Both animals turned to look at me at the same time, and I couldn't help but whimper. They were gigantic. And scary.

"Good doggies? Don't eat me? I'm… I'm too small? Tough?" I was babbling to a couple of wolves that couldn't have been real. There was no way that they were real. They were gargantuan!

The bigger of the two let out a bark that reminded me of a laugh, before snapping at the light grey one's ears and taking off into the woods. The smaller stood, and shook his fur out. Before it took off, I got a good look at its eyes. I'd know those eyes anywhere.