ALLIEPOV

"Are you sure about this?," Seth asked for the tenth time.

'Yes," I insisted, "I've got to go."

I shoved a couple of shirts into my suitcase and moved to start grabbing for my bathing suits. Seth stood beside me and plucked out the shirts. He laid them down and began to fold them calmly and neatly with a pensive look on his face. I rolled my eyes at him and folded a pair of jeans.

"Why can't you just tell Cam and Embry?," He asked me again.

"Because," I huffed impatiently, "They wouldn't support me. They would just chew my ear off about it."

"If you say so," He muttered skeptically and took the jeans from my hands. He placed them alongside the shirts and then put in my black bikini.

"What about Anna?," He asked me suddenly.

"I don't know," I grumbled and rubbed my eyes sleepily.

Late last night I received a frantic phone call from Mrs. Alcott; the woman renting Aunt Cora's old house in Florida. Late last night(early for me) someone had broken in. Mrs. Alcott had woken up to her house in chaos. Thankfully, she was safe and there were no major damages.

Anyway, the terrified Mrs. Alcott called the police and then me. I had told her that I would fly out as soon as possible. I also promised to tell Camilla, the owner of the house but, that's a whole different story. After I finished with Mrs. Alcott I woke up Seth at about four in the morning. He immediately protested my going anywhere without him so, I asked him to come along.

I would tell Camilla but, only after I got to check out the house first. After Camilla's extremely suspicious behavior about our parents, I think it would be best to tell her after my little trip. My cover story would be that my step-mother was stirring up a little trouble so, I was flying out to New York to settle it.

"Well?," Seth prompted me.

"Hmm? Oh, Anna. Well, she can come along too," I shrugged.

"No, no, no," Seth shook his head, "If you bring Anna then you have to bring Brady-"

"And I need Brady here to watch the pack," I finished for him, "Damn."

He nodded at me in a reserved manner. I looked down for a second to collect my thoughts.

"I guess Anna could stay here," I resolved.

"Alone?" Seth barked, "With her and Brady getting closer by the minute? I don't think so."

"Well why not," I argued, "Anna's very mature!"

"Because I don't want to have a pregnant werewolf in this house until she gets married," He nodded.

I raised my eyebrows at him, "She's thirteen, she's not having sex."

"Don't say that word!," He hissed.

"Why? We-" I giggled.

"LA LA LA! I CAN' T HEAR YOU!," He covered his ears and sang loudly.

"Shhh," I giggled and swatted him with a sandal, 'You'll wake her up!"

He dropped his hands and glowered at me. I smiled at him cheekily and gave him a gentle peck on the lips.

"She's not staying here alone," He said with a tone of finality.

'Well, I'll just call my sister and have her stay with Anna," I ceded to him.

"That's better," He agreed. I gave him another peck on the lips to seal the deal.

'What if Anna wants to come with us?," I sighed.

"As long as Brady isn't coming with us. I will not have them sleeping under the same roof."

Anna decided to stay back and hang out with Cam. Seth was more than ecstatic that Brady hadn't joined us for breakfast today. After we were all fed and I had given Anna an emergency credit card, the keys to Seth's car, and helped her pack a bag full of the clothes we purchased in Port Angeles, I called my sister. She was more than happy to look after Anna for a few days. I could tell that she wanted more details about my trip but, I wouldn't tell her much. I would just feign anxiousness.

Two hours later, everyone was dressed with their bags packed and loaded in the car. I pulled out of the driveway and turned down the street to drop off Anna at Cam and Quil's place.

"Remember that you can only use my car if it's a serious emergency," Seth warned.

"I know," she rolled her eyes.

'You might look like your sixteen but, you're not. I don't want to get a call about any reckless driving," He continued in the same 'parenting' voice.

'Okay," She smirked.

"And no giving Cam and Quil a hard time," He ranted.

"Seth leave her alone!," I laughed, "She's not a baby! She can manage just fine."

"Thank you!," she sighed in relief.

"And Brady is not allowed to be with you in your room alone! Especially with the door closed!," He exclaimed.

Seth gave her a hard look and Anna blushed a deep red.

"We haven't even kissed," She blushed.

"Well, don't do that," He commanded, "Never ever."

"Seth leave the poor girl alone," I giggled.

I pulled into the driveway of Cam's house and Camilla flew out like a bird on steroids. Anna was grateful to run from the car and dive into the house. Seth and I got out of the car at a much slower pace while laughing.

"What's her problem?," Cam asked confused as she took Anna's bag from Seth.

"Seth told her that she's not allowed to have Brady alone with her in her room when the door is closed." I giggled.

"Really?," she laughed.

"Can we go?," Seth teased.

"Yeah," I sighed as my laughter died down.

"See you in a couple of days," Camilla said and pulled me into a hug.

"Yeah take care of our girl," I hugged her back. She released me and then hugged Seth.

"Don't let Brady near any beds while Anna's in the house," he warned her.

"Sure thing," She giggled and released him.

We landed in Florida at two in the afternoon. Seth and I took a cab to our beautiful beach resort that was only about a fifteen minute walk from Mrs. Alcott's house. We checked into our hotel and then started off for the house. When we arrived, Mrs. Alcott's house was in disarray. It seemed like everything in the thief's path had either been destroyed or taken.

Mrs. Alcott herself was a widowed woman in her late fifties.. She wasn't exactly a quiet person or a calm one for that matter.

"Mrs. Alcott, would it be okay for me to look around the attic for a minute?," I asked politely.

"Of course sweetheart," she cooed.

"The attic?," Seth asked.

"Oh, yes," Mrs. Alcott started in an excited tone, "After Cora's passing, bless the dear woman's soul, the girls didn't know what to do with all of their family's possessions because they had no real connection to them. At least not like their parents did. So the girls wondered if they could still keep the in the attic while renting, and I had no problem with that. After all it's not like I have a nice strong young man like you to help me around the house!"

I stifled a giggle, "Couldn't have said it better myself."

"Yeah, um, I'll just go with you honey," He said awkwardly shrugging away and up the stairs.

"He's gorgeous darling," she smiled, "but he needs to laugh more."

"I'll let him know," I giggled and hurried after Seth.

I met Seth at the top of the stairs. I showed him my old room, Cam's and Aunt Cora's. I walked down the hall to pull down the ladder to the attic but it had been pulled right off the wall and lay in a mass of wreckage. I looked over at Seth almost tearfully.

"Give me a boost," I instructed.

He cupped his hands and helped me up into the attic. I pulled myself the rest of the way in and stood up in the somewhat dark room. There wasn't much light from the small window but, it was enough to see. Dust covered every surface and despite the clutter, it looked completely undisturbed from when I had last seen it at least three years ago.

Seth hoisted himself in and looked around the room with a calculating expression on his face. He wrinkled his nose and swiped his finger across an old box. He grimaced and wiped his finger on his jeans.

"This place needs a housekeeper." He whined.

"Shut up and help me look around," I commanded.

"What are we looking for?," he grumbled.

"I don't know," I sighed in exasperation, "Anything that talks about my father or my mother."

"That could take a while," Seth commented and looked around at all of the clutter.

"Well, we put most of the really old family records in the back but, I don't really remember packing anything about anyone younger than my grandmother," I mused thoughtfully while I maneuvered around.

"Then Cam must have packed away the stuff about the last few generations, right?," He asked.

"That's the problem," I frowned, "I don't know if Aunt Cora or Aunt Carrie ever had our story written."

'What do you mean?," He asked in confusion.

"All the records of people in our family have a small piece written by someone else, typically the mother, about their parentage and birth," I explained.

"Really? So why wouldn't you have that record," He asked.

"My mother died giving birth," I told him, "She probably didn't have the time to write about us. And I don't think that my aunts ever wrote for us either."

"Then why bother looking?," He asked in a soft, understanding voice.

I turned to look at him calmly, "Because, I need to know the last person alive in our family that would give me some information."

After about an hour of searching we decided that we should stop for a lunch break. The earliest person I could find was my great-great grandfather, Shikoba. He really didn't give much help in finding later ancestors because he had about seven kids. I would have stayed longer but, Seth pointed out that Mrs. Alcott would get suspicious. We left and went to lunch together and then to the beach. It was Seth's first time on the East Coast beaches so it was exciting to see him having so much fun. Although, we both missed the rush of cliff diving.

As the sun hung low in the sky and the beach-goers drifted home, I called my sister. I told her that Mrs. Alcott had called me while I was on the flight. I told her that I would fly down to Florida because it was only an hour flight for me, while it was a six hour flight for her. I also claimed that it would be a fun mini vacation. She happily agreed and thanked me profusely. Speaking to her left me depressed and guilty for deceiving her.

Late into the night, Seth and I broke into Mrs. Alcott's house. With night as our cloak we scaled the house, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. I carefully pushed open the old window that I had intentionally left cracked earlier in the day. I forced my way in with my flashlight in hand. Landing lightly on the balls of my feet, I froze and listened carefully. Mrs. Alcott was snoring softly with steady deep breaths. I signaled Seth to come in and moved to where I had left off earlier today in our search.

This time it only took a half hour to find what I had been hunting for all along. In a faded old hatbox were two birth certificates. One was Aunt Cora's, the other was Camilla's. I set Aunt Cora's back in the box and aimed the flashlight down at Cam's.

Born July 20th

Carolina Vanessa Call

Mother- Calista Pamela Call

Father- Joshua Levi Uley

Joshua Uley, the bastard son of a bitch sperm donor that ruined the lives of the Call and Uley families. Is that what Cam has been keeping from me? Did she know or could it have been something entirely different? Why wouldn't she tell me something this important?

Anger coursed through my veins, reaching every part of my body. I threw the birth certificate down and made a break for the window. I leapt through the small opening and phased in mid air, leaving Seth confused behind me. I landed on my feet and halted myself. There were too many houses around. I couldn't just run like in La Push. I ran to the shade of a tall tree and waited until I saw Seth slide from the house. His eyes were darting around to find me. When they did land on me he ran to me in his human form. He pulled off his shirt and turned waiting for me to phase back.

I concentrated as hard as possible on remembering earlier today at the beach. Just Seth and I for the first time in so long. It took me a minute to calm myself enough to get back to my human form. When I did, I was shaking uncontrollably. I took the shirt and pulled it on. Seth turned and engulfed me tightly in a hug. I let my head fall against his chest in desperation.

"It's going to be okay," He promised in a steady voice.

"No, it won't be," I hiccupped.

'why not," He asked

"Because I'm about to lose my sister," I sobbed hopelessly.

"No you won't," He promised.

"Yes, I will," I cried, "She's never going to forgive me for this."

"She doesn't need to forgive you," He reasoned, "You had a right to know."

"She won't see it that way," I explained forlorn, "I broke into her house, lied to her and went against her wishes. What kind of sister am I?"

"You're the best sister," He insisted, "Cam has to understand that you really needed this."

"I'm not sure if this is what she was even keeping held back," I said.

"It doesn't matter now," He persisted, "You got what you needed to know."

"But at what cost?"