A/N:

Thanks to all the reviewers.

Oh, and thanks to Renesmee-worththefight for (sort of) giving me an idea for part of the chapter.

Sorry for such the short chapter, I had a ton of homework this weekend and I am exhausted!!!!!

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Next update: Mon. Oct. 12, 2009 (Luckily, I have this day off from school!)

Angela POV

I was getting worried about Embry. He had lead Leah into the back room to talk, and they had been missing for a while.

Meanwhile, things were getting a bit awkward.

Ben was standing by the food, eating absentmindedly. I was leaning against the kitchen wall, trying to ignore him. Ben was obviously trying to ignore me too. I could feel the tension in the air between us.

Embry walked out with his arm around Leah. She was shaking, wiping her red, puffy eyes. She had obviously been crying.

Embry gave her one last squeeze on the shoulder and took his arm off of her. Leah walked over towards Ben, and Embry walked towards me.

"What's wrong?" I whispered in his ear.

"Leah imprinted on Ben," Embry answered, getting straight to the point.

I dropped the glass that I was holding. I was waiting to hear the splash of the water spilling out of the cup; the clink of the plastic glass hitting the wood floor.

I didn't hear it. I looked down, only to find that Embry had caught the glass. I should have known he wouldn't let it fall.

"Are you serious?" I breathed, knowing that I wasn't going to like the answer.

Embry simply nodded his head.

Leah POV

I walked over to Ben, unsure of how to act.

"You okay?" he asked sincerely, looking me in the eye.

"I guess," I sighed. Things could be a bit better, but I knew from experience that they could also be much, much worse.

"What aren't you telling me?" Ben asked seriously.

"I-imprinted-on you," I blurted quickly.

"You what?"

"Imprinted on you," I repeated slower. I needed to get it off my chest, and I knew that I would have to tell him eventually.

Ben started at me, looking very confused.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the back room so that I could explain in more detail.

"Ben, there is something I have to tell you."

He continued staring at me, and I took that as a sign to continue.

"Well, you see," I hesitated, not sure what the best way to say this was, "I'm a werewolf."

"Werewolf," Ben mouthed, "like the mythical creature?"

"Yes," I confirmed. "I have super speed and strength, and I can phrase into a werewolf."

"So what does this have to do with me?" Ben inquired.

"I imprinted on you. It's like some messed-up love at first sight thing that happens to werewolves, only it's much stronger."

"And how does this affect me?" Ben said. He must have still been registering everything that I said, because his voice was emotionless and his eyes were wide.

"Well, when a werewolf imprints," I answered, "they have to see the person they imprint on almost everyday. They are either mates, or extremely close friends."

Ben nodded slowly, finally seeming to understand what I had said.

"Ben, there's something else you need to know," I paused, trying to think of a nicer way to tell him this:

"Embry imprinted on Angela, that's why she left you."