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Chapter 30
(Haley's POV)
La Push was small, only a few miles from the beach to Forks, so I felt the need to walk instead of drive over to Sam's house. The walk would hopefully serve to cool my rage. I needed to think of some sort of logical reason as to why Sam had attacked both myself and my brother.
He was scared, a voice in the back of my mind seemed to tell me. That seemed like the only way that I could rationalize the situation. The crazed look in the wolf's eyes had been frightening that day. He had seemed frantic, but only the fact that he was so large was why I had been so concerned. Anything that big could only be afraid of something scarier than itself.
Before I knew it, I was on Sam's lawn, looking at his small house with beautiful flowers and white rocking chair on the porch.
I tried to tell myself to calmly go up to his door, I really did, but any of the anger that had gone away on my walk had returned full force at the thought of facing the one person that had caused my brother's death.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, only opening them when I was sure I wasn't going to lose my temper.
I slowly walked up to Sam's porch and knocked, which I felt was far too polite for the situation, but, what could I say, my parents raised me right.
I waited for a moment until someone came to the door. I had been expecting Sam, but Emily was the person who greeted me.
"Hi, Haley. What can I do for you?" Emily asked, her smile brilliant if not for the claw marks that raked her face. Suddenly, everything clicked together.
"What happened to you?" I asked instead of answering her question. She looked at me in a confused fashion until I gestured to the scars.
"A bear attack," she said, looking at the ground.
"Liar," I breathed out. She was covering for them- for him, Sam.
"He did this to you." I spoke coldly, with venom coating every syllable.
"What are you talking about?" Emily asked, and had there not been a slight hint of hysteria in the back of her voice, I would have believed her.
"Sam." I spat his name.
"Haley, I don-" I cut her off.
"Emily, I know," I said firmly.
"How?" she asked, her eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.
"Jake... He-" I didn't know what it was called.
"What? Did he tell you? Finally?" Emily asked, her eyes lighting up.
"No, Em. He... I don't know what it's called. He changed into a wolf." Those words immediately caused Emily's smile to leave her face.
"SAM!" Emily called in a menacing voice. I would have smiled if I hadn't been so angry.
I didn't even hear it when Sam came up to Emily- him attempting to wrap his arms around her while she pushed him away. His eyes opened wide in surprise as he took a step back.
"What's going on?" He asked warily, but I could tell he knew that I knew about the werewolf thing. Something about his body language screamed that he knew- maybe it was the fact that he was acting way too casual.
Emily glared at him as she put her hands on her hips.
"SAMUEL ULEY. JAKE PHASED IN FRONT OF HER! HE COULD HAVE HURT HER!" She yelled in obvious fury. Wow, Sam was going to have a lot of yelling today.
"He was far enough away," Sam said, looking down.
"You know that it doesn't matter how far away you are. Any human close enough is in danger," she whispered, putting her hand on his face and looking into his eyes. She took a deep breath and stepped away, seemingly with a great deal of effort.
"Em, you know that had I been there-"
"But you were there," she said, emphasizing the word "were." That was weird. I hadn't seen him, but then again, how had Emily known that he was there?
"We were focusing. There was a-" He cut off and looked at me.
"Vampire," I finished for him in an annoyed voice. He looked at me in surprise and then returned to pretty much ignoring me.
"There was a vampire. How did she- Haley, what happened?" Emily asked, turning to me.
"Nothing much. My boyfriend- oh, wait, ex-boyfriend- and I were in the woods and we got into an argument and the next thing I know there is this giant wolf looking at me and then this red-eyed lady just walks out of nowhere and basically talks about eating us. Oh, and that's not even the best part. Then I get DRAGGED away from the fight by Jared all the while this wolf is fighting this lady. So... Yeah, that's been my day so far."
Emily looked at me in pure amazement while Sam just looked annoyed.
"What has you looking so upset, Samuel? Did you not kill enough people today?" I asked while glaring at him. I heard Emily's gasp, but I didn't care. I was done with this. Emily tried to put her hand on my arm, but I just shook her off which only seemed to aggravate Sam more. Good.
"We don't kill people," Sam said in a measured tone.
"Then what about my brother?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Emily asked kindly, but I didn't want to hear her. She was too kind to have to deal with something like this.
"Just get the hell out of here, Em!" I shouted, only to hear a snarl erupt from Sam.
"Don't EVER talk to her li-" He was taking menacing steps towards me with a glint in his eye that was pure anger.
"Sam, it's okay," Emily said, putting her hand on his chest. All of the fight seemed to drain out of him in that moment.
"It's not o-"
"Sam." Emily said again, her tone conveying its finality.
"Apologize," Sam said in a powerful voice, looking at me in a way that showed he expected compliance.
"I will when you do," I said harshly.
"For what?" He asked.
"You were the one who killed my brother," I said, swallowing and trying not to cry. It was so hard not to, though. I had finally found the "wild animal" as it had been deemed by the authorities, the "mindless beast" that had ended my brother's life.
"Em, go inside... Please," Sam said, looking at her with pleading eyes.
"No, Sam. I am going to find out what she is talking about," Emily said, steel in her eyes.
"Let's go and sit down," Emily said, putting her arm around me and pulling me inside, slowly leading me to the living room and guiding me to the couch, almost as if I were a shock patient.
"I'm sorry, Em. I didn't want you to have to see this," I said, tears in my eyes. Emily just hugged me as I sobbed for my brother.
I slowly looked up and noticed Sam sitting on the couch opposite to the one on which I was sitting.
"That was you?" Sam asked, paler than I had ever seen him before. I nodded.
"You need to know my side of the story," he almost seemed to plead.
"That's the only reason why I'm here," I said coldly.
"It was the first time I ever phased. Try going from a normal person- someone with a girlfriend and friends and two legs- to a wolf. A fast, strong, powerful wolf. One whose vision can see for miles, where you can hear the tiniest pin drop or a river from miles away. I could barely control my movements and couldn't understand what was happening to me. I was alone." He sighed.
"My sense of smell was by far the most sensitive thing about it, though. All I could smell was this bleach-coated object. It made my nose burn and my hackles raise. It told me all I needed to know- attack. I followed the scent of it to the cliffs, where you and your brother were. My mind told me that this wasn't right, people didn't smell like that- the smell would have driven me mad if everyone smelled like that. I knew that you were the enemy. I don't know why. You're a human so you shouldn't have smelled like that. I kept telling myself that you weren't a threat, but my instincts told me differently and in the beginning your instincts are your thoughts. Everything about yourself has changed into the wolf. You still have your thoughts and can make your own decisions, but when that base instinct comes, it takes years of experience to call it off- years I didn't have. I did what the innate behavior told me to do, but I waited. I watched you with that boy and thought that you couldn't be an enemy if you treated a boy with such care, but as I walked into the open I knew what I had to do. I remember getting closer to you and growling, trying to tell you that I was a threat, hoping to make you leave before anything happened, but you wouldn't go and it took everything in me not to go for your throat. As soon as you let go of your brother's hand he took a step back so I tried to catch him, I really did, but without hands and with everything that was happening, I just couldn't reach him in time. I'm sorry. Those words that you yelled at me have been burned into my memory and I can barely take it. I could never imagine losing my family because of something of the paranormal persuasion. I wish I could take it back, but I can't," he said, whispering the last words.
I stayed silent for a few moments, taking everything in. I wanted to get up and walk out, but I had a vital question that had taken root inside my brain.
"That smell... What was it?"
"Vampire."
"Oh my god," I gasped, crying, my breathing increasing to full on hyperventilation. I had been with the Cullens that day. It was my fault, all my fault.
"Haley?" Emily asked. I just shook my head and put my head in my hands. The Cullens. It was their fault, not mine or Sam's. They had caused all of this. I could vaguely remember from the legends that werewolves only appeared when the tribe needed to be protected from the only true threat, vampires.
"Okay, thank you for your honesty," I said as I got up, hugged Em, and left, all the while trying to figure out how I was going to face a group of vampires.

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