"Shit," Sam cursed, phasing back with the rest of his pack and slipping on his shorts. "Did anyone get a good look at where she was?"

Jacob dropped to the ground, placing his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. His girlfriend was a murderer and – worst of all – she enjoyed herself while doing it. Her silence rang through his head and ate at his insides.

By the time he zoned back into the conversation, Seth was describing an area of the forest to them. He didn't voice his thought, but there were a lot of places in the woods like what he just described.

"Alright, we'll split up and find her. Paul and Jared go East-" Sam never missed a beat as alpha, even being a relatively new husband and dad.

"Then what happens?" Jake's voice was raw, like he'd been without water for days. He couldn't help how small it sounded or how emotionless it was. "What happens when we find her? That doesn't change the fact that she killed someone and enjoyed watching his blood spill from his body! It doesn't change the fact that the girl I love is a murderer."

Sam looked down at the shape shifter. He looked almost like he had when Samantha was in Orillia, but this time was worse. Jake had her here, but there was a dark past he didn't know about and that was eating at him; Sam knew it.

"We'll figure that out later, right now we need to find her and make sure she hasn't hurt herself," the worst case scenario flashed in Sam's eyes.

He just about froze when he heard Jake snort. "Your baby sister took a man's life grinning the whole time. She should hurt herself," his voice was cold and Sam couldn't believe his ears.

"Fine," Sam turned back to the rest of the pack. "We'll split up and search the woods. Oh, and Jake? You'll regret this one day. You can count on that too."

Jacob's shoulders rose and fell aimlessly. What did he care? His girlfriend was a murderer for crying out loud!

I woke up in my room with a sweater and a pair of sweats thrown over my aching and mud-caked body. A groan passed through my lips as I slowly pulled myself into a sitting position. After running a hand over my face the intense blinking of my phone caught my attention.

There was a voice mail and a few unread text messages that were attached to Matt's number. I decided on listening to the voicemail first, my mind wondering about all the possible things he could have called me for. Usually he'd just leave me a text message so this had to be important.

"Hey, Sammy," his voice was full of enthusiasm. "I just got off the phone with Mark and he said that your CD was ready and should hit stores in North America by the end of the week. Anyways, if that's not enough excitement for one call, he wants you to go on tour. Like, just across North America for now but he's talking about Europe, Asia and the UK next! Okay, I've got to get going, I've got to update my passport for when we have to tour. Oh, I almost forgot, Mark wants you to call him A.S.A.P with your confirmation to the tour. His numbers in a text I sent you so, call him! Bye!"

I stared at the phone in my hand, my mind whirling. He was talking about touring and my album hadn't dropped yet? Sure, I had two singles on the top ten song list on iTunes but was that going to get people to come? I could feel my palms start to sweat, what if I bombed?

The thoughts were shook from my head when I heard Jacob and Sam speaking downstairs. I stood and slid the phone into my pocket, intent on speaking to my brother and boyfriend about it. When I got to the stairs they were both staring at me intently.

"Can we talk?" Sam asked, standing from the couch and walking towards the stair case. "I'd like to hear what you have to say about the guy you..."

Jacob filled in, his voice hard and acidic, "Murdered."

Shit.

"He raped me," I held my breath as their eyes widened. "He raped me and I began my change later that night. When I finished my change Matt took me to another party and he was there. Matt wanted to beat him up but I wanted him for myself. I seduced him before killing him. He didn't deserve to live; he would have done it again to another girl."

The room was silent, dead silent. I could have sworn any of us would have been able to hear a pin drop without our werewolf hearing. It was short lived, though, when Jacob grumbled something under his breath. Sam shot him a death glare which shut him up.

"He raped you?" Sam's eyes flashed red. "If that son of a bitch wasn't already dead I'd kill him."

Jake rolled his eyes and got up from his seat on the couch. "Regardless what the situation, we're not supposed to kill innocent people. That's not our job, we're protectors," he hissed venomously, he didn't even bother to look at me.

I looked at the floor for a second before looking up at my brother. "I, uh, I got offered the chance to go on a world tour," I stuck my hands in my pocket to keep me on track. "Mark talked to Matt and he thinks I'm ready to go even with my album dropping at the end of the week."

Sam's eyes widened. "Samantha, that's amazing!" I was engulfed in a tight hug and lifted off the ground. "I always knew my baby sister had talent."

My eyes slowly drifted towards Jake, only to see him looking beyond bored. I put on a face, though, not allowing him to see how upset I really was – something I'm finding I do more. "I've got to give Mark a call soon to let him know my decision," I looked up at my brother, offering a small smile.

"You need to think it over and over again. It's a big decision, leaving friend and family behind for a long period of time," my brother's eyes drifted towards Jacob before back to me. "But it's your decision, completely."

I nodded before walking out of the house and into the rather blistery weather. My hair, my very short hair, blew into my eyes.

"Sam?" my head turned when I heard Quil call my name. "What's wrong? You look like someone just shot your dog, or told you that your boyfriend was seeing Bella on the side...wait, forget I said that last one."

In a split second, I'd composed my facial expression. "I'm fine, I just got offered to go on a world tour," I trailed off when I saw the unconvinced looks on their faces. "Look, I'm completely fine. Okay?"

They nodded their heads reluctantly before Embry froze. I lifted an eyebrow and tried to realize what was making him freeze, only to hear it. Jake's voice flitted to my ears, via my bionic hearing, and I could hear my heart shatter like glass.

"Look, I don't know what else to tell you Sam. I don't care if I've imprinted on her, I don't want to have to see her. I don't want to be with someone who can happily murder a human being," the disgust in his voice took a sledge hammer to the broken pieces of my heart.

"Samantha...?" both Quil and Embry shot me pained looks.

I shook my head, forcing my outer appearance to portray a blank look while I broke inside. "Guys," I offered them a small smile, "It's alright. I'm fine. I've just got to give Mark a call, but I'll see you later."

Not waiting for them to dig deeper, I headed back to my house and quickly ascended the stairs. I didn't bother with the fact that they stopped talking when I walked in. When I got into my room, I grabbed my phone and stared at it.

"Jake, you should really consider-"

"Consider what, Sam?" he laughed dryly, the sound making my broken heart ache. "I'm sorry, but my mind's made up."

And so is mine.

Dialling the number quickly, I could still hear Sam trying to get Jake to change his mind. "Hello, Mark from Universal Records speaking. How may I help you?" I could hear him typing away at a computer.

"Mark, it's Samantha Uley," I paused, listening to the conversation a floor below me. "Matt told me about your tour offer, and...I'd love to tour the world."