Emily was waiting for me with a huge smile plastered on her face. She hugged me tightly the moment I greeted her, which was a rather surprising move, at least from her part. Me and Hayden were staying here for a short time; I was well aware of that Emily and my aunt were slowly becoming friends. However, their friendship didn't change anything on the fact, that Emily didn't know us. She couldn't tell if we were normal, or psychotic mass killers. Well, for those who started doubting us - we weren't mass killers. It was just that Emily seemed too gullible for someone who lived in the middle of the woods, somewhere in the North of America. And since I liked her, I was worried about her.
Fortunately, I wasn't the only person in the room, who thought so.

"Emily," a deep, male voice growled from behind the dark-haired woman. I pulled away from her softly, looking up at the person.

I cannot say I was pleased that it was the same, grumpy guy from yesterday's morning. Sam Ugly, Umbly, Uply, Usely, or something like that.

"Hello there, Mr. Sam," my voice came out in a polite greeting. I would have added a smile, if only he hadn't been frowning at me.

"Step away from her," the man snapped at me warningly, his eyes burning holes into mine.

"Sam!" Emily rebuked him sharply. "Stop it, you can't act like that! She has just come back from hospital!"

"Emms, that's pretty all right. I'll handle it," I did as grumpy Sam said though, since I didn't want to end up lying on the floor, bathing in my own blood, as a consequence of that idiot's stabbing me, shooting me, or whatsoever. "Look, Mr. Sam, I understand what you're thinking. Emily acted overly cordially. If she was my wife, I would have been angry about her gullibility as well. As far as I know though, me and my aunt are not planning to rob your house."

"That's what they told you to do, isn't it? Pretend that you know nothing? That you're... normal even?!" Sam made a few angry steps towards me, for that, I stepped back.

"Fine," I breathed out deeply, widening my eyes at him. "Would you mind to explain what's going on in here to me?"

He wasn't able to supress his temper, that was probably the reason for him not to stop getting closer to me. "Do you think I'm completely stupid, girl?! You moved into my home, took advantage of my wife's hospitality, and I bet you're planning to raze my pack! So?! What had the Cold Ones promised you in exchange for infiltrating my family?!"

Alright, it was official now. I had no clue what was going on in his crazy mind.
My eyes subconsciouslly travelled to Emily. She must have gotten how confused (and scared) I was about Sam's speech, since the next thing she did was jumping between my (too small) and Sam's (way too muscled) body. I tell you, the woman must have had nerves of steel...

"Please, Sam, let her go. Can't you see how frightened she is, because of you?" Emily's voice was soft and pleading. Wait, what the hell was she doing?! She was supposed to take him down or... or something like that! Not to plead him to release me!

"But I can smell them! She has their odor all over her clothes! What if she is on their side?!"

"Honey, she's not. Trust me," Emily put her arms on his bare shoulders, squeezing them in her petite palms. She then leaned to him - and I may have heard her wrong - but beeped: "Hush, she's just an innocent human. You can't do what you did to me to her. I won't let you."

That was far enough for me. I collected the rests of my self-preservation from the floor, pulling my phone out of the pocket of my jacket. Running out from the house, I typed Hayden's number as quickly as I could, before pressing the large, green button. My aunt wouldn't pick my call though; she still had to be stuck up with the surgery.

I ran out, onto a terrace, where my little attempt to escape the lunatic and his wife ended, due to my having bumped into someone. Yes, this time, I was talking about a person, not a wall. And do you remember when I said that it'd be cool to bump into a hot guy? Well, God obviously heard out my prayers (finally!).

"Whoa! Slowing down never hurt anyone, ya know?" The boy said, obviously amused with my murderous running pace.

"Sorry," I blurted out, trying to sneak around him, in order to continue running away from the goddamned house. The boy hadn't let me though.

"Hey, you must be the newbie from Ireland. Emily can't stop talking about you." He shifted to stand in front of me. "She likes you very much,
I hope you realize that."

"Yeah... doubt that," I made a quick move to the right, yet, he caught my wrist. My highly insatisfied glare went directly into his chocolate brown eyes. Soon, I discovered that looking at him was the most stupid thing I could have done. Not because he was handsome, tall, and shirtless - hey, did all the Indians from La Push really not have enough money to buy shirts?! But the absolute honesty I found in his glance disarmed me, on all fronts.

"I-I'm sorry!" He apologized, releasing my hand the moment I breathed in to yell at him. "I... didn't want to catch you like that! I-I've no idea what happened to my stupid brain... and stupid arm. Did I hurt you?"

"Hardly." My other hand inadvertently touched the wrist he had been holding and rubbed it indignantly. "But you will certainly get hurt, if you don't step away right now. I need to go for a walk."

"Really? That's Great! I'll join you."

"Ha! Alone," I crossed my arms on my chest, looking up at his smirking self. Was he teasing me? This wasn't a good time for teasing.

"Alright then," the boy threw his hands up in defeat, making a few steps to the side. I - being the distrustful me - however, made only a few steps forward, in order to ensure myself that he meant it. When no one stopped me, it became the right time to start celebrating my little victory.
"Just by the way, three people died in there, a few months ago; in the news, they said all three of them had been attacked by a wild animal. And my mother often complains about strange, loud howling, but I guess a claptrap like that doesn't concern you. So... have a nice walk!"

"H-hold on, boy!" Turning around on my heel, I shouted to his back. That son of a bitch scared me at first and now, he was walking away, just like that! Would you believe it?

"Seth. My name is Seth Clearwater," the boy moved towards me slowly, towering over my bare six-feet-tall stature. "And I'm not a boy. Actually, I'm turning seventeen in December."

"Well, aren't you a truly old chap?" I grimaced at him sarcastically. "Listen, what did you say about those dead people?"

"My, my, I managed to scare the toughest of tough girls! Where are the paparazzi?"

"Very funny," rolling my eyes, I lifted my chin up belligerently. In fact, my soul wasn't in half as violent condition as my mind, for that, the realization of how helpless situation I managed to get in hit me hard. It was apparent that this dialogue wasn't going anywhere, while I wasn't going anywhere either. No matter how dangerous this place was, I couldn't run away (because out there, there certainly was some murdering beast), or call my aunt (because she was as busy as ever), neither could I tell anybody about what I heard today. Why? Well, mainly because they would have thought I was going crazy. "Get out of my way, Seth."

My voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. The boy hadn't moved away for the slightest, nevertheless.
"Hey, are ya... mad at me?" He asked suspiciously, frowning. "Come on, don't be mad. I was joking. You're not the toughest of tough girls... you can't be! 'Cause that one is my sister, without doubt."

For a few seconds, I kept staring at him. Seth's face was getting more and more worried, but still, I couldn't stop staring. He was just a year younger than me, yet, there was something about his kind sense of humor and big, sincere eyes, that made me smile at him. It wasn't the most beautiful smile I had ever given to a boy - I had to admit. Someone used to say, that any kind of an effort was highly appreciated though.

"You have a sister?"

"Yeah, unfortunately, I do," he then smiled back at me, unsure. "She is less beautiful, less smart and much less attractive than I am, of course, but she is the strongest woman I have ever met."

After that, I walked past him, towards a wooden bench in front of Emily's B&B. Sitting down, I waved at Seth, for him to join me. And so he did.

"Tell me about her."

"But, you wanted to know about the dead - "

"Well, I don't anymore." I shrugged my shoulders, pulling my legs up, to sit on them and to make my sitting there more comfortable. "I'm Gwyneth Callaghan. Just to prevent us from awkwardness later."

"Alright then, Gwyneth," Seth started talking about his family and I turned my brain off for good. The particular afternoon was the craziest one I had ever experienced. No wonder that my head soon fell on Clearwater's shoulder, as the sweetness of slumber took advantage of me.