(Karter's pov)

Ive been locked in the house for three days and am missing Seth terribly, my cheek has stopped throbbing but I still haven't forgiven Sam. I grab my phone and dial possibly my favorite number in the world, I wait until a frantic Seth answers the door.

" Karter, Karter, Karter, is it you?",He asks almost crying.

"Yes it is",I say.

"Why haven't you come out?",he asked.

"Well my brother one of the very few people I trust,wolf slapped he across the face",I said.

"Oh...uh I'm an idiot".

"Can you...come...over?",I ask.

"I'll be over in 20".

I go upstairs and take a shower and change into a plain red T-shirt and blue jeans with white socks. I put on a white beanie over my hair I braided down my back. I wait at the door pacing until I hear an engine turn off, I look out to see Seth. I open the door and he envelops he in the biggest hug in the history of hugs. I felt tears start to leak out of my eyes and he pulls me back at arms length, his warm thumbs wipe the tears out of my eyes. He kisses all over my face peppering it with kisses. I finally control my tears before I see someone else walk in, I gasp in shock as Seth pulls me behind him. Sam was a spitting image of him. From the Jaw line to the eyes, and to the way his eyebrows crease together when he's thinking.

"Ah Katherine you look like your mother, and Seth you look like your mother as well",he says.

"Joshua what are you doing here?", I growl.

"Oh do my eyes deceive me, you phased, just like Sam. As did your sister Seth am I correct?".

"And you imprinted on my daughter".

" I am not your daughter, nor have I ever been or will. Harry is my dad.",I say and if looks could kill he'd be long dead.

"Hows your father Seth?".

"He died", he said looking at the ground.

"I see therefor he is not your dad Karter, I am".

" You have lost the privilege or being my dad, or calling me Karter", I say, With venom pooling in my mouth and spewing out with every word.

"How dare you",he said, and once again slapped he across the face like he used to and how Sam did three days ago.

Seth started to shake, I tried yo calm him down but he shoved me off and started advancing towards Joshua. I tried to touch his shoulder but he phased and sent me flying out to the living room, I land on my back and lift my arm up to see three long scars trailing from my shoulder to my elbow only to end where my forearm starts.I don't cry, it doesn't hurt, I feel nothing, it's official I feel no pain. Sometimes people go through so much pain, that now they can't fell the pain anymore. Immediately after my discovery, I see Quil, Embry, and Sam barge in.

Quill runs over to my side and takes his shirt off and wrap it around my arm, he takes the hair-tie I had around my wrist and secured the shirt over it While still using his hands to apply pressure. He lifts me up and carries me to Emily's, we walk in and he set me on the counter and gets Emily from the laundry room. She walk out and drops the basket of clean unfolded clothes and rushes over yo me. She unites the shirt from my arm and looks at the cuts that are already healing themselves.

"Well...um...there's no need for stitches now... It uh should be healed by...um tomorrow. One second",she says, running upstairs.

She comes down with a first aid kit, she sprays some disinfectant spray on the cuts then puts a healing cream on it. I rub it in as he cuts a very long strip of gauze and some white medical Wrap. She sets the gauze on and wraps the medical wrap around it and secures it with some off white medical tape. I jump down and thank her, but before I even take a step I'm pulled into warm arms. I look up to see Quil, then I'm passed to Collin, Jared, Jacob, and a new kid named Brady. Before I reach Paul, who for once actually hugged me.

Now we just have to wait for the guys to cone home, I hear a howl and a scream of pain before a Quill covers my ears with his giant hands muffling the sound.


Het Hey Hey, how are yes guys? Good great, sehr gut, gut,Fantastisch, Wunderbar,for my German readers. That's right I speak German, beat that Americans, JK. But how was this good bad, expected? Well shout out to who's ever mournful cry that was, and who cried out in pain. I don't know who will guess right, but what I do know is I need 5 reviews until I update, Go.