A/N: Hi you guys! I'm sorry it took me so long I got an awful block, but I'm working through it for you all so I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as great as you guys may have anticipated. I hope it is, though so enjoy!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer created these characters and this world, I'm just playing with her plot lines a bit.

Embry POV: Sam was standing right in front of my house as he'd promised to be when I got off the phone with him not even two minutes ago. "Em, what's this about?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Why would you want to talk to Joshua again?"

"He has answers," I said keeping my face emotionless. "Answers to what the fate for our pack might hold, and answers to all those freaky dreams they were talking about."

His expression faltered for a moment when he heard the part about the pack being involved, but in another instant, his face resembled mine. Stoic and determined. "So the dreams are real? How do you know?"

"Bella had one of those dreams just like your mom's and Joshua's. My mom couldn't have had one because she isn't an imprint or of the decent of this tribe."

"But… how much do you think dad (he shuddered at the word) knows about it?"

"We won't know unless we talk to him," I said. "So let's get this over with," I pushed past him and opened the door to the house, walking in alone and leaving Sam to wait outside. My mom, Allison, and Joshua were sitting in the living room pouring over baby pictures (probably of Sam and I). All noise in the room ceased when they saw me.

"Embry sweetheart, what's going on?" my mother asked curiously, seeing the determined set in my face.

I didn't answer her. I couldn't bring myself to. All I wanted was to get this talk with my father over with. "Dad," I said coldly, nodding in his direction. "Sam's outside. He and I were hoping to have a word with you alone out there for a few minutes.

To say he looked shocked was an understatement. It was such a strange mixture of happiness and bewilderment that I can't even describe it. "O-of course, son," he sputtered as he squeezed my mother's hand and hauled himself off the couch, following me outside.

Once we were all seated on the front porch steps he spoke in a somber sounding tone. "I don't suppose you brought me out here to tell you that you're willing to let me into both your lives, huh?" he seemed to know that wasn't why we were out here, but he sounded so hopeful I almost felt bad for the poor guy. That is until I remembered he abandoned us all.

"No," I said flatly. "But we do need your help. I haven't told Sam much so I need to do the talking. I'd appreciate it if you listened to me before you asked questions," I looked at both of them expectantly. They both nodded their consent and asking me to continue.

"Those dreams with the Spirits you and Allison talked about earlier," I said. "Bella, my imprint, she had one too, exactly like yours. What does that mean?"

"It means that the danger is growing near," Joshua said. "But I doubt her dream was exactly like mine, Allison's wasn't. The Spirits had told me I was the only one to whom they were going to reveal the events. They told me I would need to tell you both when you were ready. And judging by the fact that we're all sitting here together discussing this, I'd say you are."

"What can you tell us? Maybe not everything yet, but just enough. What can you tell us?"

"Embry, son," he said. "Your imprint, Bella Swan. She was with a vampire once, correct? Edward Cullen?"

My teeth clenched at the very mention of the monster that broke my angel's heart. How did my father even know about him? "Yes," I ground out, beginning to shake with anger, the red haze taking over my vision. "What about him?"

"Maybe you should calm down before I tell you," he suggested warmly as Sam put a hand on my shoulder to control me. I fought back the hot taste in my mouth and started to see through the haze again. I thought of the night Bella and I had become a couple and I was completely calm again. I motioned for Joshua to continue.

"I don't know if I should tell you all the details yet, but I'll give you a brief warning. The war, the complications for the pack and your loved ones, it has to do with them, their family. And ultimately… with Bella."

With Bella?! The haze began to take over my vision again as I shook violently and fought to stay calm. What would that bloodsucking leech want with my Bella now? He's already broken her once. Why would his sick, twisted subconscious will him to come back and hurt my Bella again? I would kill him before he got near her. Even if it cost me my own life in the process, I would never let him touch her again.

My hearing must've blacked out for a moment because the next thing I knew I heard my dad ask Sam, "Does this happen often?"

"Not as we get used to it," Sam responded calmly. "But Embry only phased a couple days ago. It will take him another month or so to be able to completely control it."

My eyes turned to my father, expecting him to tell me more, but he shook his head sadly at me. "That's all I can tell you both for now, I'm sorry. But Sam, son, if you don't mind there is something I wish to talk to Embry about alone if you don't mind."

Sam's eyes showed a little bit of annoyance, but after giving me a pat on the shoulder, he ran shaking into the woods without another word.

Joshua and I sat there in awkward silence for a moment before I said, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Do you know about your destiny yet? Or do I need to explain?"

"You mean about me becoming alpha and Sam having to step down?" he looked at me, shocked temporarily. "Yeah, I know. What about it?"

"You can't tell Sam. Don't think about it when you're phased. Don't risk anyone hearing you. Understand?"

"What? Why can't I tell him?" I was confused.

"Because if he finds out before he's ready to step down, there will be a fight for power. And no one will win." He said, sounding dead at the thought.

I couldn't even imagine trying to kill Sam. Especially not now that I knew he was my brother. "I promise I won't tell him."

"Thank you," Joshua whispered. "You know Embry… feel free to call me dad anytime. Not just when you want some information from me, okay?"

I snorted. "No thanks. As far as I'm concerned, you're my father, not my dad. You were never there for me when I needed you. It was always Billy Black. I'd much rather call him dad then you."

He looked hurt, but I didn't care. He deserved it for leaving me and my mother and Sam and Allison. "Look," he said. "I had a lot of problems back then, with my marriage and trying to find out what was the right thing to do. I ran out of fear like a coward and you didn't deserve that. Not you, not Sam, not Allison and not your mother. I really did love her then. I still do, more than anything. Leaving her, leaving you… it was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life. I know there isn't any way to fix things completely, but I'm still going to try to earn back your mother's love and your trust."

I sat there silently. There were a million things I wanted to do in that moment. Punch him, believe him, tell him I hated him, tell him to make up for all the years that he was away. But nothing could make me do any of it. I numbly got up and started to walk away.

"Just remember what I said," he called after me. "Call me dad anytime."

A/N: Well, two surprises thrown in there! What did you think of the minor hint of father/son bonding at the end? Do you think Embry should try and forgive Joshua? I should be able to update a lot sooner since I know how to go from here so tell me what you think and I'll get right on it! I love you guys!

Thanks for Reading!

-thewolfgurlgleek :)