Seth POV

"I'm so impressed with how Sam has been doing with the boys," Dad says, biting into his famous fish fry.

My chest tightens at the mention of Sam and "his boys". Because, one of 'his boys', has my best friend. The girl that I have been in love with since elementary school. The girl I no longer talk to because it tears me up inside knowing that she will never be my girlfriend again, or my best friend.

I can tell Leah has had enough of hearing about all the good Sam has done, judging by her stoic face and clenched jaw. Most of dinner tonight, dad has been talking about the different things happening in our reservation, and it just so happens that Sam is the center of that conversation.

Fiddling with the rice and fish on my plate, I allow myself to think about Rayna. Thinking of her is painful, but considering the direction of the conversation, it will be hard not to think of her. Even though she hurt me, I still find myself worrying about her. At school, she looks lethargic, with dark circles under her eyes. Our friend group is angry with her, and truthfully, I still am as well. So she sits alone, but she doesn't even seem bothered by it. More like she doesn't notice.

However, her and I are no longer a couple, not even friends, so I need to stop worrying about her.

Dinner finally passes, and I head to my room for peace and quiet. Unfortunately, I find that my MP3 player is missing. Perhaps Leah has seen it.

Downstairs, Leah is watching TV, flipping somewhat aggressively through the channels.

"Leah, have you seen my MP3?" I ask.

"Nope." She replies, irritated.

"Do you possibly know where it might be?" I press, because she's taken it before. I don't care if she took it, I just need it to drown out my thoughts so I don't have to think of Rayna.

"I said I don't fucking know!" Leah snaps out, shouting. Suddenly, her mood has flipped into explosive anger, and I don't know what to make of it. Oddly enough, it makes an underlying bubble of rage boil inside me, too.

"Leah!" Mom calls, coming out from the kitchen. "Mind your temper!"

"It's not my fucking fault he doesn't keep track of his shit!" Leah shouts, nearly spitting with rage.

Mom raises her eyebrows, walking swiftly into the living room and turning off the TV. "I have had enough of your attitude lately. Your mood swings are out of control."

"I haven't been having mood swings. Maybe I'm just pissed off that you and dad are all up in Sam's ass, even after the shit he did to me!" Leah yells, and dad comes out from the kitchen as well to stand next to mom.

"You need to learn how to control yourself." Dad says firmly, eyes disproving.

"It's not my fault!" Leah screams.

"Then whose fault is it? Ours? Emily? Sam?" Mom snaps back, hands on her hips.

Leah seems to shudder in anger. "Don't even fucking mention him to me!"

"Then whose fault is it Leah?" Dad demands, crossing his arms.

"I don't know!" Leah shouts.

"I think you do!" Mom yells at her.

Standing even a few feet away from Leah, I can feel the heat radiating off of her.

"My emotions are none of your business anyways!" Leah seethes.

"I'm afraid they are, kid," Dad says firmly. "You're treating people like garbage, and if you keep it up, you'll be in a tough situation."

"These episodes are getting out of control." Mom says, shaking her head.

"You don't know!" Leah screams breathlessly, like she's having a hard time breathing. "You don't know what it's like! You don't know what's happening to me!"

"You are letting yourself get like this!" Dad thunders, and it terrifies me. He looks shaky, perhaps a bit pale. "You are deliberately causing arguments and letting your emotions inconvenience you!"

"Inconvenience me?" Leah shrieks. "You don't know a damn thing about what's happening with me!"

For a split second, I feel an electrical charge throughout the air. And then, I watch as my sister explodes into a giant, silver wolf right before my eyes.

I hear mom gasp, and then I hear a thud. I look over to see dad on the ground, clutching his chest. Mom takes one look at him, and kneels next to him.

"Mom?" To my surprise, my voice hasn't disappeared. "What's wrong, what's going on?"

"Your father is having a heart attack!" Mom's panicked voice shouts. "We need to call nine one one, now!"

Dad looks to me, and with what seems to be the last of his strength, motions to the door. "Open it."

I hardly heard his voice, but I feel myself moving to the door, opening it. The wolf, Leah I guess, rushes past me and into the woods.

"Call an ambulance!" Mom shrieks, and I look to see tears in her eyes as she stares at dad, who has shut his eyes.

I feel my heart pounding in my ears, blood rushing through my veins. My muscles ripple underneath my skin, and my skin twitches. In a daze, I rush to the phone, and speak to the nine one one operator who assures me that there will be an ambulance over asap.

"What can I do, Sue?" I look up to see Jared Cameron walk through the door, eyes tight.

"Help me do compressions, he's unconscious." Mom says in a shaky voice, and her nursing side shines through. She and Jared take turns giving my dad CPR, until the ambulance arrives and puts him on a stretcher.

Mom rides in the ambulance, while Jared gives me a ride to the hospital. Within half an hour, Old Quil, Billy, Embry, and Charlie Swan are gathered in the waiting room with us. I sit next to mom with her hand in mine, and pray to all my ancestors that dad makes it through. Old Quil and Billy have their hands locked together, heads bowed down, muttering shared sentences under their breath too low for anyone else to hear.

Leah doesn't make it to the hospital. So I'm the one to watch as the doctor delivers the news that dad has died, and will never come home again. Never tell stories at the bonfires with Billy and Old Quil, never make fish fry, never spend weekends with Charlie and Billy fishing, never deliver us advice on getting older, never sit with us and watch cartoons in the morning despite claiming he hates them.

I get to watch as my mom falls to her knees, wails of agony coming from her throat as she jams a fist into her mouth, trying to silence her mourning. I get to see as everyone waiting with us sheds their tears, and try to comfort my mom. I should be doing the same, comforting mom, but I instead find my feet racing out of the hospital. I don't think I've ran this fast before in my life.

I push through the doors, feet pounding on the ground. I race through the tree line. Anger overpowers my sadness. Why did it have to be my dad? What did he do to deserve to die? Without even saying goodbye?

Anger races through my veins, taking control. It burns along my arms, body, and legs as I run through the thicket. My arms begin to shake, my muscles once again moving under my skin. My heartbeat rushes through my ears, blocking out everything else. The ball of heat in my chest moves throughout my shoulders and everywhere else.

Suddenly, I feel like my skin explodes from around me. My vision shifts, and I know something isn't right when I hear voices in my head that aren't my own.

Everything is going to be okay, Seth.

With that one sentence, I know that my entire world had just shifted irreversibly on its axis for the second time today.

Lizyeh2000: you're very welcome! Inspiration for this story has come back and hit hard, so updates will happen more frequently again. Very soon there will be more action taken with her mental illness. Hope you liked this update!

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bet yall weren't expecting a Seth pov. surprise! Believe it or not, i've actually already gotten the next chapter written. so once i hit at least 115 reviews, i'll post it up! I hope you all had a lovely valentines day!

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