Hey, hope everyone had a Happy Halloween. Sorry it took so long, I've been busy and couldn't seem to find the time to type. Here's the next chapter. It's from Leah's POV and has some info of what she's been up to in the last six years as well as her perspective of the party and what occurred after Nessie ran.

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2. IN YOUR...MY DREAMS - (LEAH'S POV)

It'd been an interesting day. Nessie seemed to like the belt I'd gotten her, and she even liked the party. I'm glad that her parents decided to let her go to school. She'd wanted to go for so long and had asked me what it was like so many times, I'd lost count – also, I'd never really liked high school after Sam started dating my cousin Emily. Of course, I didn't know at first about the whole imprint thing until after my change – at the time I still thought all of the old legends were just that, legends – and finding out just made me feel worse.

They've been married for almost five years now – I'd been one of her bridesmaids. They're expecting their third child. Their second, who's middle name is Leah after yours truly, is probably my favorite – I just hope having my name won't curse her to have a life like mine. I mean come on! I'd lost the love of my life to my cousin, turned into a werewolf… Shapeshifter… Whatever… And found out why he'd left me, and then been forced to see his every thought as a part of his pack for over a year, and was forced to hear everyone's pity for me. So I became very bitter to everyone around me and got a reputation as a harpy, complements of Jacob. Of course I didn't mind, it kept me safe from anymore heartbreak and made things easier to bear when it came to the Sam-Emily department – and also I found I felt better when I made others miserable.

And of course, just when things were looking up and I'd found a way to get away from Sam somewhat – namely leaving his pack and joining Jacob's pack with my brother Seth – I ended up developing feelings for the last guy I'd thought I would feel anything for, my new alpha Jacob Black. So yeah, I ended up becoming bitter again for a while after he imprinted on Nessie, who I used to call the "Half-Leech" – I mean I seriously felt as if I was the proverbial imprint-bridge of the Quileute alphas. I guess I've got an "alpha complex" or something, because the only people I seem to fall for are alpha werewolves. Anyway, since then it's gotten better.

At first, I hated Nessie with a passion, but after a few months I couldn't hold my grudge anymore. I was pulled in by her charms like everyone else. She was just so sweet and everything and she soon became my best friend – although I treat her more like a baby sister than a friend. After the showdown with the Volturi, I decided to go to college to get a degree in restaurant management.

I went to the local community college – since I was Jacob's Beta I wanted to stay close to home and the Pack in case I was needed – and by taking over twice the recommended amount of classes, I graduated with a bachelor's degree after only two years. I found it pretty easy since I wasn't dating at all – I'd hoped that I would imprint or even just find someone at college, but it didn't happen. Then I came home to open a new restaurant near the reservation border so that both Forks and La Push would have good access and also so that both the Packs and the vampires could easily meet – although that's no longer necessary now that we let the Cullens come over as long as we're present. It worked, and while I wasn't raking in the cash, I was doing fairly well. We also ended up using it as the new hang out for the Packs, to which Emily was silently grateful. They kept trying to convince me to make it that they wouldn't have to pay for any of the food they ate, but I wasn't about to have that happen and would just laugh at them.

Of course, the laughter soon stopped after Paul brought up the issue of my being a genetic dead end, to which he felt really bad about later – yeah, after I'd phased and kicked his furry butt he was really sorry. It's a touchy subject, and every time the issue is brought up everyone would try and comfort me, saying that I'll find someone and everything would be fine. But I knew better, and had come to terms with it to a point where it didn't bother me anymore… Not often anyway. That is, until the talk that I'd had with Nessie about imprinting, which opened many of the old wounds for me. After we'd talked and I'd assured her that my pain wasn't her fault, she'd given me a great gift – she'd given me hope.

So far, she's been the only person who's made me feel hopeful. Using her powers, she'd told me that I was destined to find someone – the other part of her power was that no matter what mental defenses you had, whether supernatural or otherwise, she could break through and you had no choice but to believe what she showed you was true. I was grateful to her because I'd lost hope and now I felt that maybe, somehow, it would happen and that I could be happy like I had been with Sam so long ago. This is why I would forever be grateful to Nessie and would do anything for her. So when her family decided to have her party down by First Beach, I happily agreed to help set it up. And it was going to be a memorable one.

After the presents had been opened and the cake had been cut and passed to those of us who still ate, everyone but me had started dancing with their significant others – making me feel a twinge of jealousy. I knew that it was uncalled for, but old habits die hard and it was hard to watch. I ended up sitting down and poking at a piece of cake that I got from the buffet table. I heard Nessie and Jacob talking behind me about how they would get to stay in Forks now that Nahuel and his family were moving down here. Personally, I didn't like the idea of him and his just-recently-turned-vegetarian family coming here, but it wasn't my choice as Jacob had already given them the okay.

Nahuel had insisted that because of their dual natures, it had been easy for them to switch lifestyles. He also claimed that his sisters didn't much like the idea of hunting humans since they were themselves part human, and had been happy to learn of a different way to live. But that didn't mean that they would get the same treatment that the Cullens were now becoming accustomed to. They would be watched closely until they proved themselves capable of not hunting humans and even then wouldn't be allowed beyond the La Push borders.

I was brought out of my reverie by Nessie practically yelling in her excitement, "We won't have to move anymore? That's great! So I can stay here with everyone I love… Wait, I bet it was you who gave Carlisle the idea wasn't it." I turned to see a very fake innocent look on Jacob's face and had to stifle a laugh. Not only had it been his idea, but he'd phased in his agitation at Carlisle and Edward when they took too long thinking it over and having a silent conversation. He'd destroyed some of the new clothes Nessie had bought for him as a gift after it had taken them more than two minutes. Finally Edward said okay, just as long as Nahuel's sister gave them the same courtesy so that his family would be able to attend school again. Jacob was so happy that he started licking them, but then realized what he was doing and began to hack and gag.

"Who me? Nah… well, maybe I mentioned something about my idea, but it was Carlisle who got the idea for Nahuel's sister to help them as well." I laughed as Nessie gave Jacob a hug – the look on his face was priceless as he returned the hug. "Thank you Jacob, that's the best present I could have received." After a few more minutes I heard Jacob and Nessie going back and forth over a present he'd got her. And I turned back around to watch the drama. Nessie looked apprehensive as Jacob pulled out a long, worn, black velvet box and handed it to her. Seeming happy with the appearance of the present she opened it and she seemed to like what she saw. He pulled it out and placed a silver necklace with a turquoise stone hanging from it.

I nearly spit out my punch as I realized what it was. In older days, it'd been a custom for a necklace to be given to a woman you intended to marry someday – it was our version of a promise ring, and would usually be worn until the promised day came, though I doubted that Jacob would tell her or any of their family that – My mom, Sue Swan, had already taken care of that. While Nessie had been asleep Charlie, my stepfather, had given her one and we'd all been curious about it. I still found it a little weird having the chief of police as my stepfather, let alone having a vampire as a stepsister and a hybrid as a niece –I stopped her from calling me Aunt Leah, ugh, it made me feel old. Since then Bella and her family have grown on me, and we have started acting more like family.

I looked around and noticed everyone else looking at them. Behind Nessie a few yards away, Edward looked like he was wanted to break something, and I didn't think it would be the necklace, but Bella held him in place and kept dancing, though she too looked just a little agitated. My gaze swept back over to where Nessie looked like she was about to say something, but instead of saying anything, she stretched onto her toes like a ballerina and kissed him full on the lips. It only lasted a few seconds during which I quickly turned all of my attention to where Edward and Bella were dancing in case I needed to phase and stop him from tearing Jacob apart. Bella had thankfully turned him around before the kiss so he didn't see it – and I'd bet anything she'd placed her shield over all the guests because he was staring adoringly at her and not the scene behind him. Everyone else had decided to give the two of them as much privacy as was possible, averting their eyes from them.

I was just turning when I heard Nessie stutter, "I…I…I'm so sorry Jacob." Jacob must not have noticed the horrified look on her face because he was grinning from ear to ear and seemed to still have his head in the clouds. "Sorry? Why are you sorry? You didn't…" Nessie turned and bolted away from the party and into the woods and all hell broke loose. Jacob's brain finally caught up with his body and he started shaking uncontrollably, "Nessie? Nessie! Come back!" Still shaking he started running only to be pounced on by myself and the rest of the pack.

Seth had transformed on the fly and grabbed the back of Jacob's leg bringing him to the ground hard while Quil Jr. and Embry had grabbed for his arms and were fighting to keep him still as I jumped onto his back and held his head down. All the while he was snarling and yelling at us, thankfully not using the Alpha's double timber, "Get off me! Let go! Nessie!" Bella appeared in front of me and helped to try and calm Jacob down.

"Jacob stop it! Let her go and calm down, I'm sure…" She put a cold hand on both sides his face and forced him to look at her. He instinctually recoiled from her touch and yelled, "Get away from me leech!" Stunned at how he'd spoken to her, Bella released her hold of him, a hurt look marring her freakishly flawless face – in all the time since Edward Cullen had turned her into a vampire, Jacob had never called her any of the names that we frequently used when speaking of their kind. Everyone else's expressions mirrored my look of surprise while Edward, looking murderous, appeared crouching beside Bella and held her to him.

Jacob seemed to realize who he'd just yelled at. Immediately he stopped shaking and struggling, his wild expression changing to one of horror, "Bella, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. All I could think of was Nessie…" We'd let go of him, but he stayed there on the ground. Quick as lightning, Bella put her hand over his mouth to stop him, and gave him a weak smile, "It's okay Jacob, I understand. You don't have to apologize." Jacob tried to turn his head away from Bella's hand but she wouldn't budge and so he contented himself by mumbling out what sounded like more apologies. Bella looked a bit impatient, but then a gleam appeared in her eyes.

"So, how was the kiss?" This stopped all of his mumbles and even with Bella's hand covering his mouth, you could tell he was grinning. The look on Edward's face went first from Bella then to Jacob, and then a deep and terrifying growl ripped through his chest – I guessed that Bella still had her shield up so that he didn't know what had happened. Bella quickly let go of Jacob's face and grabbed her husband just as he was about to pounce, securing him into place. He looked ready to struggle, but must have thought better of it. He opted for giving Jacob a venomous look and was practically spitting said venom as he spoke, making every word a sentence, "You. Kissed. My. Little. Girl?!"

Blushing so that his face looked a deeper shade of copper, his smile faltered for a second into a more sheepish one as he looked away from Edward, "Well, actually, she kissed me." He seemed to realize exactly what he said, and with that same dazed expression from earlier, he slowly reached his hand to touch his lips, "She actually kissed me." His smile widened and suddenly he was on his feet. I was ready to jump him again in case he was going to run, but it proved pointless because instead of racing after Nessie he turned to the first person he saw, which unfortunately was me, and pulled me into an eccentric dance laughing the whole time.

"She kissed me! She kissed me! I can't believe it!" I let it last for the amount of time it took for the shock to wear off, and then quickly shoved him away from me and he fell flat on his butt, and blushing said "Lovesick idiot." This didn't faze him at all, and he still had that foolish grin in place and sighed dreamily, "She kissed me." Everyone, with the exception of Edward, couldn't help but laugh at how he was acting – which was, well… ironically like a lovesick puppy – but it soon died down as we all realized that the party was over.

We all pitched in on the clean-up, which wouldn't have taken too long if not for the fact that Bella wanted to give Nessie some time to herself. No one lingered much on the scene they'd just witnessed, except for Jacob and Edward. Jacob was still sporting his dazed look and wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, which was bad because he ended up trying to fold the fixed wooden picnic table we'd placed the food on while there was still food on it. There was a loud crash and the sound of breaking wood and glass followed by cussing mixed in with apologies from Jacob and swearing and scolding from the owners of the broken tableware. Edward on the other hand had a sour look on his face the entire time we were cleaning and didn't say much, but I caught him glancing over at me multiple times as if he had something he wanted to say but wanted privacy. So when he came up to me as I was taking a trash bag full of presents to the Cullen's cars and asked to speak to me in private about Nessie, I knew that I was in trouble.

"So, I hear that you told my daughter about Jacob's imprint." He didn't sound angry, in fact he was acting very calm – which made me more nervous than if he'd been yelling; at least if he was I could get defensive easier. "Yeah about that, she sort of figured it out last…" He cut me off with a glare that made the hairs on the back of my neck shiver, and I had to fight every instinct in me that screamed at me to phase to protect myself, "I know, she let it slip earlier today." When he said it he'd had his teeth clenched, so I guessed that she must have been thinking of some very interesting things.

He shuddered and shook his head, as if trying to get rid of the memories. I realized he'd been listening in to my thoughts, and snapped at him, "If you don't like what you see in there, then stop being so stinking nosy!" He looked like he was about to say some choice words to me when Bella came up and, at her touch, he calmed down enough to keep his anger in check. She looked at the two of us and turning back to Edward, she spoke comfortingly to him, "I guess you found out."

His face was a mask of surprise, which quickly turned to one of betrayal, "You knew about this and you didn't tell me?" She sighed, I guess she knew how he would react, "Yeah I knew, Leah told me after it happened because she thought I should know in case this day came. I didn't tell you because you have a tendency to overreact." Hah, I knew it. He looked incredulous for a moment, but then had the sense to look embarrassed yet resigned.

"It wasn't Leah's fault Edward. We knew a day would come that we would have to tell her." He sighed and held her closer, using her as a means of support. "I promised Nessie I wouldn't take it out on you Leah, and so I won't. But that doesn't mean that I'm happy about it." Bella smiled, turned his face, kissed him, and pulled away a little, "Since when have you ever been happy?" He smiled and lovingly looked into her bright topaz eyes, "Since the day I met you." If Bella were still human I'm sure she would've been blushing as he leaned over and kissed her passionately, which made me feel both envious and sick at the same time. I sounded rather glum, uncalled-for bitterness coloring my voice, as I got their attention, "Ugh, get a room you two."

They seemed to remember where they were and reluctantly separated a little, looking apologetic. Bella made a sound like she was clearing her throat and looked again at Edward, "If you can keep yourself under the speed limit, I'll take Nessie's car home first and talk to her." Edward thought for a moment before pouting and nodding his head, "But does it have to be under the speed limit?" Bella laughed and I joined in, even I knew how much the Cullens liked to drive fast, they'd be ticked the entire way home. I gave Bella a hug, making sure to stop breathing before I did, and whispered thank you to her. She returned it and then gracefully ran for the Jaguar they'd bought for Nessie and sped away. After picking up the last of the trash we all said our goodbyes and headed for our respective homes.

After mom married Charlie, she and my brother moved in with him while I remained in La Push. Mom gave me the old house there so I could stay close to my pack and also have a place of my own once I got home from college, since Charlie's home was so small. Seth had wanted to stay there too but my mom put her foot down and told him straight out, "Just because you look like an adult doesn't mean that you are one. You're staying with me." After some pouting, arguing, and bribing on his part, he finally gave in – when my mom says no, she means no and there's nothing you can do to persuade her otherwise. He'd ended up going to Forks High his senior year where he met the new student Samantha Wolfe – yeah, ironic – who he imprinted on. It was another hard blow that even my brother had imprinted and would be happy, while I couldn't. But I'm happy for him, she's a sweet girl. They'll be getting married after college and I'll again be a bride's maid. I guess they were talking about me when they came up with the saying "always the bride's maid, never the bride." Oh well, nothing I can do about it.

Finally arriving home, I parked – yeah I drive, it's easier than being on the front of every tabloid in the Washington State – and headed straight for bed hoping for a good nights rest.

I just can't get a break. No sooner had I fallen asleep that I had the strangest dream of my life.

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It started out as any old dream, too colorful and confusing and dealing with my relationship issues. Then I felt a tug on the back of my mind and suddenly it changed, becoming more vivid and real. Now I was running through woods I didn't recognize, I guess in wolf form because I was really flying– it wouldn't have been the first time I'd had this kind of dream. But I was running way faster than I ever had. I'm the fastest wolf on the reservation and had even raced Edward – we found that I could run just as fast as him – but this speed put us both to shame. It was a thrill, but something was wrong about this dream.

First, I felt way too conscious of what was happening, like I was fully awake and racing through some unknown forest. I tried to turn my head, but it was like I didn't have control over my body and was just a spectator. Second, I didn't appear to have that same graceful loping stride that I normally had as a wolf – I seemed larger and more powerful. And third, I could smell and see my surroundings clearer than ever but that was it, I was only able to see, hear, and smell – I couldn't participate any other way. And what was that smell that seemed to surround me?

I'd never smelled its equal… and yet… there was something familiar about it, like something from a long time ago... It kept changing, never the same from moment to moment; It was like I could smell all of my favorite things swirling together in a kaleidoscope of different combinations. Buried under all of it, I could just make out the scent of a clean ocean breeze. It was intoxicatingly amazing and I felt myself longing to get closer to the source of it, as if it would change everything.

With a twinge, I recognized Sam's scent and pulled back from the dream for a brief moment, the old wounds stinging within me like always- though less painful than in the past. But it didn't last, and the smell of the ocean breeze drew me back like a moth to a flame, all other scents becoming trivial distractions. That smell alone made me feel safe and gave me a pleasant tingling sensation as I was pulled further into the dream.

Soon I hit something like a wall, and suddenly I was there, no longer just a spectator, but still not in control. Now I could feel everything, my feet hitting the forest floor, the wind hitting my face that blew strands of my platinum hair… wait, I now had light platinum blonde hair, which isn't right – I should have raven black hair! I felt panic quickly seeping into my mind as I finally realized that I wasn't in wolf form, and that I wasn't even me for that matter… I was in someone else's head!

At first I thought that I'd somehow appeared inside of the blonde leech's – Rosalie's – head and felt a little sickened at the thought, but I soon dismissed that idea and immediately felt better – the strands of hair whipping across "my" face was the wrong length and appeared to be shorter than shoulder length.

Then it hit me, the smell was coming from this person. Out of the corner of his/her eye I could see two slightly tanned, athletically built – and definitely male – arms pumping in time with the tempo of his stride. The way he moved was more about power than grace, and he moved so silently that even he couldn't hear himself. I found it very unsettling that anyone could move like that – no vampire or werewolf I knew of was able to be completely noiseless; there was always something that would give them away, and even then, I was positive that they could hear themselves.

I found myself being pulled against the invisible barrier. It didn't hurt, but I started finding it hard to distinguish the line between "me" and "he." I didn't find this to be an unpleasant thing, probably due to the fact that I'd experienced it hundreds of times in the past when the pack mindset would sweep over me, but it still scared me was that now I wasn't using my senses anymore, I was using his.

What really scared, worried, yet excited me was the fact that they were better than I could have imagined. He had extremely acute vision that could see the details of the bark of a tree several miles ahead of us as if he were standing right in front of it. And his sense of smell was better than mine. There also seemed to be a second layer of colors faintly surrounding everything, and whenever we passed and animal their "aura" would be stronger and brighter than their surroundings.

The scenery began to change as trees ahead began to thin out and turn into high grasses and waist-high shrubs. The ground was also changing, becoming sand. The beach itself was beautiful, especially since the sun had begun to rise on the horizon – which meant that we were somewhere along the east coast. I'd never been out of Washington before so it was a bit of a treat to see the Atlantic Ocean.

The sunset somehow made this whole mess feel suddenly romantic, and I felt more than a little bit uncomfortable being in such intimate contact with this… person I found myself in. I noticed that the ocean breeze scent from earlier smelled a lot like the breezes that were playing across our shared face, only his was a cleaner scent void of the pollution that tainted the once-clean water – and I found that I preferred his scent over the real one anyway…strange.

Again I felt a pull against the barrier of his mind, I felt him cock his head to the side as his upper layer of scents all changed into one that I didn't recognize at first. It was sweet, almost like honey, but also had a bitter edge to it like there was lemon or something like it mixed in – like the "medicine" my grandma used to make me when I had a sore throat because she knew it was my favorite.

It hit me that it was my scent coming from this man, he noticed too but instead of freaking out like a normal person would, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his scent and mine mixing together somehow into an amazing combination that I couldn't describe no matter how much I tried. As he exhaled, he whispered, both through his lips and in his mind, a name, "Koleya."

I felt a tingle of recognition go through me. It was definitely Quileute, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't remember what it meant or how I knew it. As he thought about it, there came flashes of images of a beautiful girl – or I guess woman would be more accurate – who seemed familiar. I gasped, mentally, at the images… It was me! As they came more into focus, I realized that she wasn't me. She looked like me – if I'd been raised hundreds of years ago.

Her hair was about waist length and had pieces of twigs and leaves stuck here and there. She wore a top and skirt made of slightly ripped animal skins – as if she'd been running through the woods for weeks and they'd caught on whatever she'd passed. In her one hand she held an edged rock while she held her other over her midsection. As I looked closer, I noticed a very important detail about her… She was pregnant and ready to fight.

In his memories I saw that he was holding a musket rifle, like the ones you would only see in a museum. He was pointing it at her and for one horrible moment, I thought he was going to shoot her, but he didn't. He seemed to notice the way she looked and also the state of her condition and slowly lowered his rifle and set it on the ground. Warily, Koleya – so I assumed she was – lowered her stone-knife a little as she looked at us. She said something in Quileute and seemed to wait for an answer.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." He had a nice British accent. She didn't seem to understand him anymore than he did her, so she opted for repeating herself, slower this time. He took a cautious step closer to her, his hands held out front of him as if in surrender – I noticed that he wore a jacket and that the arm sleeves also looked like they belonged in a museum… Just how old was this guy? She tightened her grip on her knife and raised it a fraction of an inch towards him.

He faltered in his steps for a second, then gave her a reassuring smile, " I'm not going to hurt you, I want to help." He pointed at her belly, then did eating motions with his hands and pointed back at her. She seemed to understand and lowered her knife farther. He smiled at her and she returned a guarded one to him, which made him sigh in relief. What happened next surprised me. When she spoke to him again in Quileute there was a slightly annoying buzz in the back of his mind, and when it went away he could understand her perfectly as she again repeated her earlier question, "I'm just passing through and don't want to hurt you, so again I ask, what tribe are you and what do you want?"

He didn't seem fazed by his sudden knowledge of her language, and answered her back in perfect Quileute, "I said that I want to help you, it's my code to help those in need as you seem to be. As for a tribe, I don't have one. I'm a British mariner and explorer. My people have set up a settlement on that island over there" He pointed at the crescent shaped island behind him some distance away, and seemed to notice the way she tensed and raised her knife at his sudden knowledge of her language, "So you do know my language? How?"

He again raised his hands in surrender, "Sorry, I've always been good at learning languages so I always forget that it tends to put people off at first." She thought this over for a second and nodded, but didn't lower her knife again. "So then, now that we've got that out of the way, may I ask you your name my raven-haired beauty?" She hesitated for a moment, then slowly started moving towards him, knife still raised, "My name is Koleya Peli… and yours?" He smiled at her, "Well, that's a lovely name, but quite a mouthful, is there something shorter I could call you?"

She looked like she wouldn't answered, but I guess she found him as charming as I found myself thinking him because she answered, "Leya, now again what's your name?" I found it a bit of a shock that we shared the same name – well, the same-sounding name at the least – but it was short lived because I started feeling a pull in the opposite direction of the way I got here and felt I was losing contact, which I found I didn't want to happen as I struggled against the increasing pull of my body.

The picture slowly became hazy as he answered, "My name? Well if you must know, my name is…" He was interrupted by a noise coming from a set of trees that were several meters away from where they were standing. Out of them came two men armed with pistols who, at the site of Leya holding a knife at Him with is hands up in surrender, aimed at her. "No!" With a yell, he jumped between the first man out of the trees just as he fired one of his pistols. With a last faint pain that I felt from one of his shoulders catching the bullet, I was swept backward and into darkness.

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I woke up yelling at the top of my lungs and immediately grabbed for my shoulder. I pulled up the shirt I was wearing to see if I'd been shot but found nothing there. I could still feel a sting where the bullet had hit Him in the shoulder, so I knew that it wasn't just a dream. But, what had it been? I shook my head and looked at my alarm clock to find that was 4:23AM. I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep anymore that night, so I got up and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast and try to sort through the events of my "dream." Who was He? I'd almost heard his name before he'd been interrupted, and I felt a bit of a loss at not finding it out. Why did I end up in his head? What was he… A vampire? What had happened to him in his past after he was shot? Why did I find myself desperately wanting to find out more about him?

And why did I find myself jealous of his obvious flirting with Leya?

So, how was it? I actually found it harder to get into Leah's head than it was to get into Nessie's so I hope it worked. Now I know what you're thinking, I used her name (Leah's) too much in this chapter, but I promise that, with exception to Sam's daughter's middle name, it will be important to the upcoming chapters. And I don't know the Quileute language so I don't know if they'd be able to have that accurate of a conversation or not so bear with me on it. Also, do you like the fact that I'm making these chapters so long? Anyone have a guess so far as to what my OC is?

Review please. Let's try to make it to at least 9 or 10 reviews since I didn't get my six last time.