Things are getting interesting and a little sad. Hope you love it because I enjoyed writing it. I am dedicating this chapter to xteamalicecullenx, foreversleeping, justareaderfan, Grim1989, In-a-trance and others because you guys gave me motivating reviews. Thanks for that.

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Here it is, it's a short one, but I'm going to update another chapter soon after. Hope you like it.

What could I say to them? My whole family are torn up and broken because of me. Crying, sobbing and searching all because I was suspicious about Greg. Just one simple thing that changed his future. And I am the only one that knows.

Should I have told them where he was last? Should I have told them that I had the chance to save him, but didn't?

I couldn't. I tried and tried, but I couldn't. I was weak, I knew that, but my nephew might have been or was dead because of me.

The whole family was there to help. Cousins, aunts, our whole extended family from Seattle and forks. Even mom left work for that horrible time, pale and worried, as she asked everyone where he was last seen.

I wished I was mom and I had a job that could take me from the dreary atmosphere. Then I wouldn't have to see my family like this because of me.

My brothers left as soon as they heard the news, I don't know if it was to look for him or to get away. But if I could leave this I would, but I was the girl and I had to help mom. I wanted to help my already weak mom. Weakened from the long hours at the office.

I couldn't look at Bessie but I could hear her. Her helpless, sad sobbing, close to my ears. And she was on the other side of the room. I wouldn't look at Bessie because I knew that if I did she would see the guilt in my eyes and would guess that I let him die. I let her precious son get killed by wolves.

"Amal." Aunt Selma said. "Make us all some tea."

I agreed, straight away, eager that I leave this mourning gathering. They didn't know that he was dead, but I did. Those wolves …

In the kitchen, on my own, I broke down. The whole day I kept a hard exterior, but now, with no one around I could cry.

I switched the kettle on, sobbing while I did so. I was never going to forgive myself.

I went into the garden, watching the woods. The same woods Greg died in, the same woods Greg begged me to save me. He called me first out of all the family and I let him down.

I began sobbing. "Greg. Please, please forgive me. I'm so so sorry."

I heard a wolf howl, just briefly, in the distance. A lone wolf, maybe, wanting to find home or its family. Maybe it was the anxious wolf from the night before. The Jared wolf.

I sighed. I didn't want to think about the wolf. Now was not the time.

What was worse is that even Hassan was at a loss of what to do. One of the best business men in La Push wasn't as smooth as when he was making business deals.

"Why is everyone crying?" a small, and brave, voice asked.

I looked down, startled, at a confused but concerned Nabela. I picked her up and kissed her cheek.

"So, you want me to give you a French braid?" I asked, hoping to distract her. "My mom taught me how and she says I'm an expert at it now."

But, my plan didn't work, because Nabela was repeating her question looking annoyed.

"I know he's missing." she said, wisely. "It's because he was angry with mom and he's trying to punish her."

"No." I said, trying to convince her and myself. "He will come back."

Inshallah. I thought in my head.

Nabela nodded. "Don't blame yourself for what happened. It's not your fault."

I looked her, wide-eyed. She sounded so grown-up, probably more grown-up than me at the moment.

"Maybe he forgot to get the Barbie he promised." she said, thoughtfully. "Yes, that's it and he doesn't want me to be mad with him."

I smiled, sadly. That's how a young girl should speak.

I sat down on the grass, lowering Nabela on my lap.

"I'm not a baby, aunt Amal." she said, quietly.

"I know." I said, softly, hugging her close. "But I don't want to let you go."

Nabela smiled and hugged me back. "I love you, aunt Amal."

You wouldn't love her if you knew she let your brother die. Stella said, harshly.

I flinched a little, stiffening and letting Nabela go. I was feeling better not having her in my head those last few hours. But she was back to taunt me.

Missed me, Amal. Stella continued.

No. I said, in my head. But I miss Greg.

Stella was quiet, surprised at by weakness. I had literally no argument or fight in me. I knew it was because I had royally messed up- big time. But this time, someone else's life was affected and not mine. I had ruined someone's life. I ended someone's life; and my own nephew's.

Inshallah- if Allah wills.

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J