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Chapter 1

Leah

I could tell it was going to be a long night.

Embry and Quil were having a heated argument over who was hotter: Megan Fox or Jessica Alba. Boys — they had rocks for brains. That's precisely why I made them go back to school. Not that it was easy; I had a root canal less painful than getting four teenage werewolves to go back to school. Besides practically having to bribe school officials to take them back, I had to deal with the boys bitching and moaning throughout the entire re-admission process — they went as far as to mumble that Sam never made them go to school, so why was I? It was only when I reminded them that Sam's pack was full of morons — and when I shot them my patented Leah Clearwater Death Glare — that they stopped their whining.

One would think a girl's job was done after that — I'd gotten them into school; now, all they had to do was stay there. But I'd forgotten one crucial factor: I was Leah Clearwater. Nothing ever goes as planned for me; nothing is easy or simple. So, instead of doing the kind of things girls my age normally do, like going out and having fun, I was stuck helping my pack mates with their homework, or kicking their asses for starting a food fight. (Which, they swore, wasn't their faults. Of course it wasn't.)

I stifled a yawn. I was bone tired; I'd taken all the late-night patrols from Monday through Thursday so that the guys would be ready for school in the morning. Not that it mattered; I still had to go by their places and wake them up. Lazy jerks. Usually, I didn't patrol on Fridays, but tonight, the Oh-So-Mighty Alpha wanted to talk and the best way to do that was to go wolf. Would it have killed the kid to just text us all so I could get a decent night's sleep?

And where was the ass-face, anyway? What, the idiot couldn't pry himself away from his child bride long enough to tell us what this super special meeting was all about? Note to self, I grumbled mentally, as I listened to Dumb and Dumber talk about whether they'd rather bang a robot or an invisible woman, kick Alpha's ass when he gets here.

Finally, at around nine, Jacob ambled into the clearing where we were all waiting in human form. A yawn muffled the slew of profanities I wanted to throw at him — guess Operation Kick Alpha's Ass would have to wait until I'd gotten at least twelve hours of sleep.

"Hey, guys!" he greeted us cheerfully. Seeing his imprint always did that to him. I tried not to barf in my mouth while simultaneously giving him my famous glare. Either he didn't see it, or he just ignored it.

"All right," he began, putting on his serious face now, "I know things have been quiet since the Volturi left, but we still have to be on alert." I tried not to roll my eyes. Quiet was an understatement; nowadays, it was dead boring. There hadn't been a single supernatural occurrence in Forks or La Push in the last six months. "Now, I know most of you don't agree with me, but we have to be prepared at all times for an attack. That means actually doing our patrol — and not running around, chasing rabbits." Jacob shot a significant look at Quil, who quickly blushed. Like I said: rocks for brains.

"But that's not why I called you guys here," Jacob added. He paused for a moment, then slowly smiled again. "It's just… it's been a while since we all hung out together."

Okay. Yeah, it was all well and nice that Jacob wanted buddy-buddy time, but I hadn't had a good night's sleep all week. And yeah, it was still pretty early, but I didn't have the weekends free like he did — unlike the rest of them, I actually had a job. (Sure, it barely paid minimum wage, and my boss was a Nazi with bad breath, but it was still a job.)

Luckily, Jacob seemed to remember that, or he noticed my brother forcing me into an upright position.

"Maybe we can go cliff diving after you get off work tomorrow, Lee?" he suggested hopefully.

I nodded, too tired to do anything else, and besides, I was a bit touched that he missed us hanging out before school or work or just in general. Afterwards, I tuned out the excited voices of my pack mates and started for home. I didn't care what they planned, as long as I could go home and hit the sack for the next few hours.

"Hey, Lee, wait for me," my brother called out. He came up beside me and slung an arm over my shoulders.

"Yeah," said Jacob, as he and the others caught up with Seth and me. "We'll walk you home."

As sweet as it was whenever the pack started acting all protective of me, more often than not, it pissed me off. It was so annoying — like that time when this idiot customer at the Port Angeles Bar and Grill tried to grope me — I didn't even get the chance to kick his ass, considering I was trying to hold back a snarling Embry from ripping out the guy's throat. As if I couldn't hold my own. I was Leah Clearwater, wasn't I? I didn't need four overprotective 'big' brothers looking after me; I could take care of myself

Note to self number two, I mused; talk to pack about leaving me the hell alone…

I yawned again.

after getting some sleep. Kill alpha, tell off pack, but only after getting some sleep.

The five of us made the quick walk to my modest, two-story home. My mother had moved in with Charlie soon after the Volturi left, leaving our house in La Push to Seth and me. Of course, now that we had our own place, Jake, Embry, and Quil were always over; they even slept over for most nights. Shit, I thought bleakly, as we approached my front door, my life sucks. Just to run through it again: I hardly got any sleep; my house was filled with infantile, hungry, teenage werewolves on a regular basis; and if that wasn't enough, my mother was dating the father of my sworn enemy. Did I mention that my life sucks —

Suddenly, I stiffened.

No sooner had I opened the front door than a whiff of that distinct, sickly-sweet stench blew out the opening. Vampire. My nose flared angrily, taking in more of the smell. Not a Cullen's, I realized. Inevitably, the annoying banter behind me ceased once the boys, too, caught on to the scent; in a second, they'd gone from laughing and joking around to cautious, wary silence. I glanced at them. They were standing as frozen as statues.

Finally, Jacob stepped past me and walked into the living room before me. His eyes scanned around for any movement, any sign of danger; when it was clear that there wasn't any, I followed his lead and walked inside, too. Confused, I trailed behind Jacob, sniffing the air to find where the scent was located. I could hear the others behind me; the air was thick with their anxiety and tension.

Quietly, we made our way up the stairs, letting our noses act as our guides. With every step we took, the scent grew stronger and stronger. Then, all of a sudden, Jacob stopped in his tracks, forcing me to bump into his back.

"What the hell — " I started crossly, and that's when I realized just why he 'd stopped.

The smell was now so strong and potent that I was on the verge of gagging; it was clear that we had arrived at its source. I gasped quietly, my eyes widening in horror.

We were standing right in from of my room.

The leech was in my room



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