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Been a while hasn't it my friends. To those of you who have been messaging me asking how Emmett got into this, just read the summary. Now I needed time to think of an idea and it came to me while sitting on my couch. I know weird right but that's how I work. Let the words melt into your mind. I made many changes to this so I hope you like the version with less typos.

Embry POV

"What the fuck was wrong with him, you could have ripped his head off! He didn't even look scared!" Quil yelled at me.

"I know right, if that was me I would have torn him a new one. Make him fear the wolf!" Shouted Paul, he was still angry I hadn't attacked Emmett Cullen. It was a punk thing for me to do I know. He was over the treaty line, I wouldn't tell them that though. It was just something about him that freaked me out. His face was kind of familiar I just couldn't place it.

"Quiet down pups," Sam shouted "we still have to deal with the fact that rogue vamps are playing us against each other." He announced. "They know the treaty too well. We don't know who they are but they know of our fighting with the Cullens, enough to use it against us, any suggestions?"

"How about we make another truce with the Cullens, except temporary? We only need it long enough to control the rogue vampire threat." I squeaked at the end. That only started a round of laughs and applause from half the pack. Paul even gave me a pat on the back. I wasn't trying to be funny though.

"On with other news…" Sam said when they settled down. "Embry what happened with the Cullen?" I just stared. Not being able to find my voice.

"He wasn't over the treaty line?" I said when I finally located my vocal chords. It came out more as a question than anything. I hoped he believed it because I damn well knew I didn't. Jacob raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing.

"Well…Okay. We need tighter security with an unidentified threat around. Quil, Leah, and Embry you guys get the East border. Seth, Jacob, and Paul get the West border. Meeting adjourned." Sam said. Great, now I didn't have to get stuck with the ever questioning Jacob. Sam prohibits calls from different groups unless there's a problem or you find something. He says it gets less confusing that way.

"Wait a second; I'm not leaving my brother in the hands of those idiots. I have enough problems as it is." Many of us knew what she meant. "I don't want Seth to be one of them." We all understood how protective she was. "Switch me with Jacob!" Was she bent on ruining lives? Don't get me stuck with Jacob, please Sam! Jacob would prod me on the real reason I didn't attack the vampire.

"No Leah, there's no reason I should and Seth is a big boy now he can handle it." Sam was my savior in black fur.

"If you don't I'll attack Quil!" She said a clear threat.

"Why me?" Quil shouted.

"I never liked you." Leah replied.

"Why not Embry?" He shouted looking for a way out.

"Traitor!" I screamed.

"I'm going to bite you both now, happy?" She said.

"Elated, it's only fair." Quil said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nothing's fair about this." I yelled at him.

"I forbid you to hurt them Leah." Sam said looking her right in the eyes.

"You want to risk me not caring what you say?" She said. That sounded nothing like a bluff.

"Just switch her with Paul" I reasoned.

"When pigs fly, those guys are challenged! I'll kill them both." Why did everyone hate me?

"Okay!" Sam sighed heavily. "Leah your patrol is switched with Jacob's! Meeting adjourned!" He yelled. I'm stuck with Jacob now, great, just freaking great. I couldn't handle that.

Before Jacob even got a chance to turn around I sped off into the woods. If he can't find me he can't say anything to me. I didn't have to phase. I don't get why I was so afraid to let him talk to me. I just didn't understand why I did it. I let the vamp off the hook for some reason I don't understand, much less can explain. I just need time to think.

That's what I thought I was getting until my nose started to burn super bad. The damn vampire smell burned and was really close, this wasn't good. This is why you pay attention to your surroundings. I phased mid run prepared to fight when I ran smack into a brick wall hearing the snap as my arm broke. I yelped as I was bounced back a good four feet. I felt faint when I looked up. My last real thought before everything went black was:

I didn't know brick walls could move.

How stupid of me, that thing's not a brick wall.

Jacob POV

All I could see was Embry's retreating form. I don't know why but he seemed miserable about getting patrol with me. Quil had phased and started to trot around, settling next to me. He was waiting for me to phase. His ears perked up. He dashed out into the brush and seconds later came back gulping down a rabbit. Gross, he proceeded to lie down next to me and use his nose to push the head towards me. He thought he was so funny. My mind wandered to the fight. Leah had almost gotten herself killed going after that newborn.

FLASHBACK

All I could see when I phased was Leah's mind. We were all watching. She had tried to attack him on her own. None of us were close enough to help as his arms reached around her neck. I braced myself waiting to hear the snap that would ruin Seth, all of us would be ruined, the sound that would cut off my view through Leah's eyes forever. But all I had heard was a yelp and a thud. The weird thing was Leah was standing upright. I raced there just in time to see them carrying off a naked Seth. He was screaming with lungs full of fire. It scared me half to death. Leah didn't say a thing. She just stared after him with pure aching regret in her eyes. I think all of us understood that that specific look was reserved for Seth only.

FLASHBACK END

I was holding the waistband of my shorts when Quil's head shot up. Quil started looking around frantically. I was still thinking when he let out an excruciating howl and turned towards me. He snatched my arm in his mouth. I could feel it bleeding. Can werewolves turn rabid? What's wrong with him? Quil was totally freaking out. He bit deeper and I screamed. I started punching him in the snout and head. He wouldn't let go.

He started shaking me by my arm. I reached for my knife in my shorts pocket, I had to make him let go or I'd lose my arm. I gripped it and tightened my hold. I swiftly buried it in his side. Quil yelped and let go. I tugged at the knife but it was wedged in his side. Quil head-butted me, quickly knocking me back, I took the chance and I ran for it. This wasn't my Quil. I had to phase or this crazy wolf Quil would kill me.

He caught me by my arm again. He looked at me with blazing fire in his eyes. He tossed me up a good ten feet. When I landed I landed on his back and he took off. I had to hold on or I would be tossed a good seventeen yards at the speed he was going. He headed right for Sam's place. Quil still hadn't phased as he reached the steps then porch slamming through the door. Emily dropped a plate as he crashed into the kitchen table and food flew everywhere. I flew off his back slamming upside down into a kitchen wall. Quil looked up at Emily in the same moment I rolled off the wall into the table wreckage.

"Sam!" Emily screamed urgently. I don't know why, he had definitely heard the noise. I grabbed the butcher knife out of the chopping board she was using. I was limping straight towards Quil who sluggishly lifted his head looking up at me baring his teeth. Sam created an iron cage around me from behind before I reached Quil, forcing me to drop the knife. I had no more power to fight. I collapsed in his arms. As soon as I did Quil phased back. Emily ran over to him noting my knife in his side. Collin and Brady grabbed me while Sam carried Quil for Emily so she could fix him up. It was only a knife wound and serious mental problems.

Emmett POV

They all looked at me expectantly. I didn't really know what to say. How do you tell people about a past life you hardly knew about? I looked at Rosalie and focused on her feeling.

"Rose…two years before you had found and saved me I had been with this Native American girl named Bonita, her name means beautiful and oh boy was she." I had to smile remembering her soft mocha skin pressed flush against mine. She was beautiful in every sense of the word. It was painful to think of. I had to focus. I thought about Rose and all the times we had been together, but it only drew my mind back to Bonita. I noticed Edward looking away from me.

"Sorry man." He just glared. He deserves it; he needs to stay the fuck out of my head. "We had met when the wolf she was fond of wandered into my hunting territory. She had raised it from a pup into a monster. Well, I wanted a bear but I hadn't had much luck so I settled. The wolf was huge anyway. I was going for a clean kill with my gun, but when I saw her standing behind a tree peering at me I faltered. I shot it in the leg instead. That didn't go over so well. She tried to kill me. I didn't know the wolf was hers so I promised to help it. I had taken the wolf to this cabin I had built in the woods. I had watched it everyday. And every day I saw her staring at me from the woods. After a while I depended on her being there. The wolf was also fun to be around. He would always lie next to me, he knew what fetch was, and he looked at me with so much gratitude that I had to help. He was making a full recovery…until-" I chocked a little. I hated thinking about it.

"Until what Emmett?" Rosalie asked. She cared even though I had loved another; she was a great person still.

"I had brothers. I was the youngest of many. Well they didn't like me gone so much so they decided to drop by. I was out collecting fire wood while the wolf was asleep outside, bored from watching me. They had thought I was avoiding them so they had planned on taking me hunting so I'd be happy. They had seen the wolf wandering around my cabin.

FLASHBACK

I looked up to see Bonita sitting in a tree. I could reach her by climbing and even though she wasn't looking in my direction I knew she had seen me. I had climbed the other side so I could sneak up on her.

"Don't fall; it's a long way down." She knew everything.

"Well Ian's asleep so I was wondering if we could talk." I needed to get this out. I touched her shoulder gently. Her sweet brown eyes fell upon me and I got the courage to continue. "We've been close for a long time now and I was just wondering-" She kissed me. Her sweet lips tasted of honey. I closed my eyes and deepened the kiss. I think I fell. This had to be a dream of some sort. She hated me for shooting her wolf. If this was a dream I hoped I died with this dream in my head forever. My tongue explored all the caverns of her mouth, our tongues mingling and parting. I could hardly breathe but I wouldn't give up. She would have to pull away. I wouldn't miss one second of this. Unfortunately she did pull away and I couldn't help but whimper. She laughed. This was no dream, no imagination could craft the beauty of her laugh, and it was like bells, only softer, and much, much sweeter.

"You like me that much" she said teasingly. I couldn't smile.

"I don't just like you, Bonita I lo-" I was cut off by a blood curdling howl. She jumped from limb to limb as soon and as she touched the ground she disappeared. I ran after her, hoping I could catch her. I knew what was happening. Only few people could find my cabin and have the guts to pass that wolf. And Bonita had just run through the door. My brothers were there.

When I got there Ian was decapitated in front of her teeth bared. He had still been fighting. I stood facing them with Bonita behind me. No animal could have taken on these hunters alone. One of them was oddly absent though. Clyde, Erik, Craig , Andre, Kendal, Stan, Kael, Joel and I couldn't put my finger on it. Too many to take on alone.

"Well Emmett I see now why you've been avoiding us. You know it's sick to keep an animal before you kill it. I always knew I was the normal one, that's why I did you a favor." Kyle said gesturing toward Ian's corpse. He was second oldest. That's who it was, Robin was gone. He was the oldest extremely violent. I turned too late. I had guessed that they were distracting me. There stood Robin in all his vicious glory, holding Bonita by her neck with his blade. He only grabbed her so I wouldn't attack him. He might be big and we might be outnumbered but I could whip his ass any day.

"Robin, please!" I shouted. I hated myself. I was becoming that little boy who called for mommy every time my brothers were being mean and my father wasn't there to lecture at them.

"Choose us or the mutts!" He yelled at me tilting the blade. I couldn't cry, I wanted to because I hated making decisions. My brothers normally made them for me. I knew it was the same now. They would force me to choose them by threatening her life. I had to make it convincing.

"I would always choose you, you know that. I only kept her for no other reason than a quick screw, you know how I am!" That was enough for Kyle. He patted me on the back. "Brother, you know blood is thicker than seed. She would know I bet." I can't believe I said that. I just made a stupid joke about hurting her, I never would. I hoped she knew that. Seconds later Robin's boisterous laugh filled the room.

"Would you mind if I had a turn Emmett?" Kyle asked.

"If you mind having my seconds go ahead." I said to put him off. She looked at me in pure anger.

"Nah, never mind I'll pick a whore up after our hunt." He laughed.

"Let's go Emmett. Kill the mutt." Robin said I knew he hadn't forgotten.

"You know I prefer bear. Let's just burn this place down and get out of here." He looked suspicious.

" You couldn't catch a bear if it was bound and trapped in a hole!" Clyde shouted. He was almost always drunk and laughing. Thank the heavens for him. He was also the only one who's antics could distract Robin. Robin laughed along with the rest.

"He's right let's burn it down and get out of here." Robin said.

"You think I can't catch a bear don't you?" I pushed Eric, Clyde's twin. Just like I hoped the drunken bastard defending his other self pushed me.

"Don't go picking on Eric just because you can't handle my words let alone my fists." Clyde said, then laughed at me getting right in my face. "I'm too much of a man for you."

"Don't ya go fighting over me now Clyde, I can defend myself." Eric warned with his strong Irish brogue. Like always Clyde responded by punching a window out.

"You can't always choose the road of a pansy Eric, you have to either put up or shut up." Clyde reasoned.

"I'll put up!" Eric shouted as he jumped onto Clyde knocking him out the door as they both started wrestling. The rest of us walked out and as my cabin went up in flames I watched. Robin didn't notice but the window Clyde had punched a hole in provided an escape for Bonita. I saw flames shooting out after her. I even saw her eyes as she walked away. She looked unbelievably pissed.

FLASHBACK END

"She forgave me after a while. I found out about lore and how Ian was really a shape shifter. It wasn't a problem, they were my family. We were ceremoniously married in January 1934. Just in time because she was pregnant. On October 19, 1934 Duncan was born. She said his name meant wolf. He was a beautiful boy. He was my perfect son until I found out a secret. Bonita wasn't just a regular Quileute Native, she was a direct descendant of the Chief. That meant my son was going to turn into a wolf. She was also promised to a Makah leader. The rules were that he got custody of my son also. The Quileute's were happy for us, and helped us reason with the leader who was in fact in love with someone else. Everyone except one person was happy. He was the equivalent of a stalker. He hated me."

"Anyway, in a time like 1933 it wasn't a great idea to be in love with a Native. In other words we had to keep it hidden. My brothers never found out, that she lived and that we were a family." I looked around the room and everyone except Rosalie was looking at me. She must hate me. I had to tell them though. "My death wasn't an accident; Rain was the one who hated me. He loved Bonita in his own creepy way and sought to take her from me. He was banned from the tribe for attempting to rape her, the granddaughter of the Chief, plus rape was frowned upon in their tribe."

"He had been practicing ancient arts for over a year after he was banned. He took the form of an ancient spirit warrior and sent a bear after me when I was hunting, Duncan had followed me. He saw it all, and I watched him hide behind a tree when he couldn't do a thing to help me. I felt useless and I hated it."

"I knew about werewolves long ago, and I think Duncan is one." He didn't have to be. I should have been there.

"Emmett, he would have to be 76 yrs. Old. He might be too old to remember a thing by now, or worse." Carlisle said quietly.

"I know, but there's no limit on how long you can live if you're a wolf. I don't think he gave it up. Seeing me die, he might be remember, even now, and if he does, I have to help him, so he can drop his extra baggage and have a life." I saw it before it happened. Carlisle, all of them, they wanted me to stay away from him; the worst part was Rosalie did too.

"Rose." I said and she looked away. No, I'm not letting him live as a fucking wolf because of some shit that happened long ago. He deserves the best out of life. He needs to be happy. He needs me. I ran off, I had to go now.

"Emmett, come back!" That's all they said. They had nothing more to say and if they did I wouldn't listen. I needed him, as if to only grasp what I once had. I was running to the treaty line. I knew who Duncan was now. Only one other boy had those eyes, the thing only my Duncan had. Embry Call. And that was the exact boy I just slammed into. He had shifted to a wolf and had passed out on impact. I think I broke his leg because of the snap I heard, I guess I was wrong because when I touched his arm even in his unconscious state he yelped. I put him over my shoulder careful to not touch his arm and set off for La Push, we had to have a long talk. And I don't think a pack of wolves on my tail is helpful.