"Your flaws will be your greatest weapons if you know how to load them."

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Come again when you can't stay so long

WOLSEY'S POV

This was so not my idea of a grand escape. My mind couldn't even process my body's logic, not even now after the deed was committed. Classes had already started in La Push High, and yet here I was shifting my weight from foot to foot while rubbing my sweater-clad hands in hopes to gain some warmth from the ongoing friction.

Man, I was so screwed.

The breeze that carried the wind was humid and chilly to the bone bristling the stubble of baby hairs covering my nape and eliciting goosebumps on the exposed flesh of my legs. As if this wasn't already enough the dreadful weather seemed to be personally mocking my miserable existence with the frosted drizzle that poured relentlessly from the darkening sky above. My hair was slightly damp and frizzled resembling a puff of chaotic candy floss, seriously though, it was like a poodle was in a comma up there… Not that I could do much about it since I had unluckily inherited my mum's untameable curls, boo freaking hoo to me. Wynter and Wyatt got the best deal outta the gene auction if you asked me, after all, they were both exact replicas of my father with the sole exception of their dainty noses and fair share of freckles dusting smoothly over their sharp cheeks whilst all I got from my sperm donor were a pair of muddy chocolate eyes darker than the night itself everything else belonged to my half vampire half human mother, Reneesme Carlie Black.

Yeps, that's right my progenitor is none other than the infamous Jacob Leith Black ex-pack leader and guardian of La Push current chief of the Rez and self-acclaimed Quileute professor in none other than the compacted building I ought to be assisting though I am obviously not. Which would only lead us back to the present…

Being a new face in a town so microscopically tiny as this one where everyone knows everyone, routines are followed word by word and rumours fly by like Frisbees in the span of measly seconds is not entirely suitable for a self-labelled outcast like myself. My russet coppery skin and native complexion does poorly in hiding the fact that I was born with an unbeating heart, hence the reason why most of my upbringing was spent further up North in the lovely confines of a three-story cottage in Alaska.

Learning the ropes and adapting to a vegetarian lifestyle like grandpa Edward so eloquently phrased it has never been easy yet not impossible. Being separated from my two dearest twin brothers has been by far one of the hardest struggles I've ever endured, while Mom and Dad visited every single weekend I was only granted the chance of seeing my siblings every two months or so and visits from them became even less constant as their inner spiritual wolves developed and my vampire genes bloomed.

Skype calls and letters were eventually all I had to look forward to, to try and fill in that empty hole that their absence left, the sole idea of knowing I'd be joining them when my training was completed encouraging me on my miserable path, and so days, weeks, months and years passed. And now, here I am, 17 years later, 4.9 feet taller and as awkward as a cow on a pair of new roller skates.

An abrupt sneeze rushes out of me freezing my inner turmoil of thoughts and my head tilts barely backwards to squint at the incoming storm with a soft huff of annoyance parting my lips. My arms encircle my petite waist and my posture hunches over slightly, cocooning myself in the warmth provided by none other than Grandma Sue's knitted cardigan which, in fact, I couldn't be more thankful for since otherwise, I would have turned into a popsicle, a very unattractive one may I add, by now.

Being a vampire hybrid suck, end of the story.

"Ditching on your first day of school," the tutting disapproving sound that reaches my ears makes me jolt forwards out of shock the heels of my feet digging into the gravel eliciting puffs of smoky earth to rise at the abrupt friction as I come to a brusque standstill at the edge of a very sharp cliff. "'M afraid I can't say I condone this kind of behaviour sweetheart."

"D-daddy?" I flinch internally at the hoarseness in my voice as I peek at the intimidating shadow over my left shoulder, biting my lower lip in anticipation of his next movements. However, I'm rendered speechless by his course of action the moment I'm swept off my feet and cradled into an unyielding embrace.

"I'm s-sorry," tears sting my vision as the closeness in my throat threatens to overcome me my hands fist their way into his tee and I find myself nosing softly at his chest seeking that fresh dewy grass smell with a hint of grassy oil so characteristically of him, my demeanour eases completely and I exhale a shaky sigh coercing my tongue into unravelling my case further, "I couldn't go through with it I thought I could but this girl s-she cut her palm open when working the padlock of her locker and I-I-I- the smell was too strong I couldn't focus on anything else for a second I j-j-just dashed I-I-I- she-" I'm a blubbering mess by now and my fiddle attempt of an explanation has been washed out by my unnecessary sobbing party.

"Shhh shhhh, honey look at me," I play deaf to his pleas and he responds by carding his callous fingers through the length of my raven hair, massaging my scalp just like he used to when I was a toddler that barely reached his knee, the action is soothing and it coates me out of my hiding place by the crook of his neck making him smile, that fondly smile that promises everything will be alright in due time, "You did the right thing and I couldn't be prouder of you," his arms shift around my smaller frame, keeping me extremely close as he turns around and resumes his path from where he first came from moving gracefully through the spreading Timberland like is second nature to him and probably has always been.

No matter how big I am or how old I get I'm always going to be a 'daddy's girl' as overly cliché as it sounds, he brings me a sense comfort like no other and having him holding me like this after 4 torturous months without him is overwhelming my senses.

"How did you find me?"

"Well, little Cinderella ever wonder where your left shoe is?" My eyes wander to my shoeless stockinged left foot. How the heck have I missed that?

"Come on kiddo we're going to the Uley's before word goes out there of your little escapade, aye?" I gnaw the inside of my cheek as I absentmindedly observe my left sneaker being placed back on.

"Why can't we just head home instead?" I can't help but wonder.

"Because, little troublemaker, today was supposed to be your welcome back party and your very much persistent aunt Emily has been slaving herself over the stove since the crack of freaking dawn. Plus, everyone will be there and despite what you may think they are all buzzing for your arrival, especially your brothers, who I know for a fact you have missed dearly, am I wrong?"

My eyes water once more at the mention of my twin brothers and I shake my head against his heaving chest getting the cotton of his white tee damp.

I may have partially dozed off on our way back because I'm soon being shaken up and gently eased onto my own feet before a chipped navy blue wooden door. The last one slams open as I'm rubbing the drowsiness from my eyes and before my mind could catch up to the act I'm catapulted into a strong pair of arms that sweep me off my feet and swirl me around halting some seconds later to reaffirm their grip and cuddle me even closer.

"How dare you grown on me munchkin, embracing the 5 foot mark yet?" the back of my palm swats my brothers bicep playfully once my feet reach solid ground, my eyes squint with a glint of mirth as I crane my neck to stare back into his mocha caramel irises, arms weaving around his middle affectionately.

"Shuddup you freaking castle," I gnaw the inside of my cheek the moment I feel a pathetic whimper surfacing I have already had my fair share of tears to last me for a lifetime. My grip on his trim waist tightens and like always he senses my unvoiced distress as he musses my hair before kissing my scalp.

"I missed you too smalls more than you can ever imagine," his words had their desired effect evoking a trembling smile on my lips as I sigh in contentment basking in his familiar scorching warmth.

He eases me off his chest and helds me at arms distance his visage obscuring in a noticeable frown as he finally takes in my ailing appearance.

"Wait, now that I think about it aren't you supposed to be at school right now? And why are you soaked?" he hisses the moment he cups my hands rubbing them in between his,"Dammit you're freezing cold!" his eyes narrow dangerously as his jaw tenses making me flinch inwardly, shoot. "DAD!"

"Wynter a word."

"But Dad Wolsey-"

"Outside now son."

He sighs heavily dropping my hands and ducking to place a quick kiss on my temple as his voice lowers so only I can hear,

"You're not completely off the hook yet."

I shove his anatomy of mine and shoo him off refocusing my attention on the petite welcoming woman who's watching me with curious eyes and a gentle infectious smile.

"My oh my, aren't you the splitting image of Nessie with the exception of the eyes 'course you have-"

"My dad's eyes, I know," I smile sheepishly, "You must be Emily?" she nods and doesn't dawdle in engulfing my shape in a welcoming bear hug, "'N you must be our Wolsey, you're even prettier than I imagined," she pulls back taking my left hand in her possession and tugging gently directing me towards the stairs opening with an encouraging beam and a small shove.

"Why don't you help yourself to some clothes sweetie the last thing we want is for you to catch a cold on your first day back, third door on your left take whichever you fancy the boys won't mind, now chop chop of yah go, I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, love, 'm sure you're hungry after all."

I find myself obliging the command and rushing up the stairs the aggravating sound of my chattering teeth echoing on my way up. Moving on impulse, I go to the first door on my left the last one being slightly ajar, Emily's words hum warningly in the back of my mind, but for some unbeknown reason I downplay them as I lay pressure on the wooden structure scurrying inside as soon as the gap widens under my force.

An unexpected gasp rushes out of my lips, my eyes widening considerably at the unfolding scenes I walked into, feet halting on their own accord rooting themselves by the door's frame as a furious feverish blush coats my cheeks and neck when my mind finally comprehends the mass of tangled limbs before my eyes.

For once I wished I had heeded my conscience warnings.

A poorly clothed girl is straddling a toned exposed torso, relentless hands feeling the worked muscles without seeming to ever cease. The guy barely enthused by the girl advances is solely focussed on the screen of his cell leaning carelessly against the headboard of the mahogany bed while she moves against him, craving some form of attention, her booty shorts riding up on her curvy rear exposing even more of her maple sun-kissed skin not to even mention her top is yet to be seen since her upper parts are hardly covered by a skimpy black lace bra.

"Ever heard the concept of knocking?" she spats peeking at my form over her left shoulder, strands of her strawberry blonde hair falling from her messy bun at the motion. Navy blue orbs soon narrow drastically as she gives me a once over waiting for a reply that never comes.

"Are you deaf?" she finally shifts her stance on the males lap to confront me, arms crossing over her voluptuous chest spilling hysterically of her bra, if you can even call that thing a bra… I'm suddenly scared her next breath would make it snap sending the fabric soaring like an angered boomerang towards my gaping mouth.

I'd bet my monthly allowance she got that thing three sizes smaller just to get that provocative look.

Desperate much?

I blink a couple of times diverting my attention to the nonchalant male loitering unperturbedly by the bed's headboard, phone still in his possession. My gaze roams his sculpted anatomy wandering to the much too familiar round tribal wolf tattoo on his right arm both my siblings and father share in common, my eyes soon resuming their tour up north goosebumps breaking over my chill skin when his jaw grows taut, plump pierced lips pursing in a straight unwavering line under the weight of my snooping stare, his phone being suddenly discarded onto the mattress with a soundless thud.

Shaking my head out of my hasty stupor and ready to make a mad dash for the hills I backstep only to collide against a heaving lukewarm surface, a callous hand rapidly clasps over my eyes shielding my field of vision before I'm hauled out of the room of doom.

The wooden boards underneath my feet buzz and creak as someone I'm blinded to witness stomps their way to us, a whiff of eccentrically flowery perfume filled my nostrils eliciting some hawks from my dry throat, my captors hold reaffirms around me ceasing my thrashing as a strong arm wraps around my middle, keeping me steady.

"Come again when you can't stay so long you fucking creep!"

The scandalous female from before bellows leaving my eardrums pulsing before the bitter reverberation of a slammed door is heard.