As always thank you so much for the reviews, you are all great. Here's a little filler chapter, don't worry there is plenty more action on the way. Enjoy.

"Sarah. Stop it."

Ignoring me she dabbed repeatedly at my face before turning around to rummage in the first aid kit. Her green eyes were shining as though she was going to burst into tears at any minute. I couldn't handle tears, especially not from Sarah. My whole body felt numb, not even the antiseptic that Sarah was carefully applying to my cuts made me flinch. Everything was so fucked up, for one minute I just wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to experience the pain that I had inflicted on others. I was a terrible, terrible person.

"Sarah," I grabbed her hand in mid air as she turned around, "Please stop it." She looked so small as she lowered her eyes to the ground. Behind the door I could hear Seth pacing up and down the corridor as if he couldn't trust me to be around his 'beloved imprint.' I could never hurt her, but then again I never thought I would have been able to hurt Madison either.

"I-I just want to do s-something," Sarah dropped her hand limply to her side as I let it go, "I feel so useless. Everyone else is looking for Maddy and I-I.."

"You thought you'd take pity on me?" I smiled weakly, "You know there's no point. Within a couple of hours all my cuts will have faded to almost nothing."

"That's not the point," her voice was unusually fierce as she turned to glare at me. "Everything is falling apart. Seb and Samson aren't talking," I flinched, "Maddy is heartbroken. Seth wont leave me alone for a second and y-you seem so broken." My heart squeezed tightly in my chest.

For a moment I wished Sarah had grown up with a normal family, with normal people. She was so smart and funny and brilliant, but in the Uley household she seemed to be constantly overshadowed by the drama. Every time I glanced over my shoulder Sarah was the one who seemed to be carrying all the weight on her shoulders. She always had to be so strong, I admired the way she seemed to keep it together. But the holes in her armour were beginning to show. I didn't want her to end up as damaged as me.

"I'm not broken," I murmured bitterly, "Not everything has to be fixed Sarah. Life sucks or haven't you figured that out by now?"

"You don't think I know life sucks?" she hissed as she sat down on the closed toilet lid, "My two best friends just attacked each other. How the hell do you think I feel? Just because I'm not a wolf doesn't mean I don't feel. Just because I'm a wolf doesn't mean I can't help you or Mads or Seb and Samson. I just wish you would all stop acting like stupid children and get on with it."

"I know, I know," I held my head in my hands as I heard a door slam elsewhere in the house, "I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. Everything is just wrong-" My voice cracked as I hastily wiped useless tears away from my eyes. Tears were a sign of weakness. I thought of my Mum's haunted expression, her reluctance even to be in the same room as me. Would she ever be able to love me again?

"Hey," Sarah's voice was softer as she jumped to her feet and hugged me fiercely despite her tiny frame, "Everything will work out, it always does."

"Where do you get all your faith?" I wondered aloud as I tried carefully not to crush Sarah to me, Seth would have definitely given me hell for that. I stiffened as a familiar muddy scent reached my nose. Sarah let out a little squeak of fear as someone banged harshly on the door.

"Pack meeting," Paul sounded older than I had ever heard him, "Now."

Glancing quickly in the mirror I scrunched up my nose in horror. Long, mangled cuts covered my face and arms, leaves were tangled in with my mass of hair and my eyes looked almost wild, as if looking for my next target. I didn't look like me. Stranding straight I reached reluctantly for the handle not wanting to face reality, my palms were sweaty.

"Everything you need is in there," I tried unsuccessfully to smile as Sarah pressed her hand to my heart, "Remember there are people that love you." I wasn't so sure about that matter of fact statement. My enemies were growing by the hour.

The hallway was unusually silent as I forced myself to open the door, only the ominous sound of my bare feet hitting off the floor could be heard. Holding my breath I paused outside the kitchen. I wasn't sure if I was ready to face what was inside. I wasn't sure I was ready to face the people I loved so much that it physically ached.

"Just make it quick. The longer you leave it, the harder it will be." Looking over my shoulder I watched as Sarah made her way quietly towards the stairs a book tucked safely under her arm. I wished it was that easy for me to escape from reality.

"Aren't you coming in?" More than anything I wanted her beside me. During our friendship I had tried my hardest to keep her from harm, to shade her from the harsh realities of the outside world. But just once I wanted her to hold my hand, to keep reassuring me.

"It's pack business," she shrugged her shoulders but I could see the envy in her eyes. I would have swapped places with her in a heartbeat.

"Silver!" Paul's voice roared from inside the kitchen. Wiping my sweaty palms on the shorts I had borrowed from Emily I pushed the door open before I ran away like a coward. The tense atmosphere knocked the breath out of me, the air was almost suffocating.

Seth stood in front of the doorway, his mouth was smiling weakly but his eyes were frowning. I watched as he tilted his head up towards the ceiling most likely listening to Sarah as she curled up on the corner seat in her cosy room and waited for him. Her whole life was spent waiting for him. I fought the urge to sigh. Colin and Brady sat at the scratched, kitchen table, their actions unusually sluggish and sad as though they were disappointed in us, in me.

At last my eyes found Maddy. She sat on the tiled floor against one of the cupboards. Mud smeared her face mixing in with the dried blood and her expression seemed almost dead, as if she had detached herself from everything around her. As if she was numb, like me. My whole being ached to console her like Sarah had done to me but knowing I was the cause of her problems made everything so much harder. Biting down on my bottom lip I tried to ignore the tight feeling in my chest. I tried to ignore the slight tremors of Madison's body.

Samson's eyes followed me as I slotted myself into a free corner of the room, they ran down the length of my body as if calculating my every scratch, my every bruise, I felt as if I was on fire. His fists were clenched at his sides as if he ached to touch me but knew I would never allow it. For the briefest of seconds I thought about hiding behind him, letting him fight my battles, I knew he would have done it without even blinking.

But then there was the other obstacle; the biggest of them all. Seb. His smile was the only genuine one in the room, the only familiar thing I had seen in what seemed like years. Everyone watched as he crossed the room to grab my hand in his, almost predatorily. A strange sensation wormed it's way into my stomach. I did not like being treated like an object but the familiarity of him made me let it go. I needed something, anything to hold on to even if it meant hurting others in the process.

"I don't care if you all hate each other," Paul's voice was quiet as he spoke, almost as if he could hear my thoughts, "Our duty is to protect La Push. Our duty is to kill those filthy blood suckers. I don't care what goes on outside this room but when you are on patrol, you are all a team, you are all responsible for each others lives." Sam nodded consistently from his own spot at the table, as if eager to speak but no longer able.

"I never knew you were a preacher Paul," Brady's joke fell flat. Colin was the only one that managed a half smile, everyone else was deadly silent. I could feel Samson's glare on Seb and I's interlocked hands. Madison seemed to rock back and forth with her eyes closed. Everyone was going crazy.

"Silver, Brady and Seth you're a patrol team just now. Madison you're with Colin and Seb. Samson you're with me."

"Maybe Silver should be with me…" Madison's eyes snapped to mine as Samson spoke, as if she had just realised I was in the room. Narrowing her darkened eyes she seemed to be restraining herself from launching herself across the room towards me. The fury just seemed to pour off her in waves.

"No. No!" I interrupted shrilly, "What Paul said is fine."

"Good choice," Seb's warm breath on my ear sent a shiver down my spine. I could almost feel the hurt radiating from Samson, his whole posture seemed to slump with defeat. The gesture effected me more than it should have, I restrained myself from apologizing and crying into his chest. Stupid imprint. It wasn't Samson I wanted, it had never been Samson.

I just had to remember that.

As my eyes found Samson's blazing ones I found it hard to remember why I had consistently pushed him out of my life. But for the sake of Madison I avoided his gaze. Instead, I squeezed Seb's hand in mine. Everything had to go back to the way it used to be, the way it was supposed to be.

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