A/N: I completely forgot what I wanted to write up here, but thanks to shaybay55, NOelly, socrbrat11, and crazyapril for reviewing. I went on a little tangent and wrote up two chapters. Hope you guys like it.

Emily's House, Featuring: Aidan

"She's only been here for a few days and already you can notice the difference. I didn't think it would happen so fast."

"It's La Push, man. The place is bad for your genes."

Aidan glared at Embry as he reclined in the chair and stretched his hands above his head. He was aware of the possibility that Cassie would more than likely inherit the werewolf gene, but he never thought that her transformation would begin so quickly.

While he didn't hate it, Aidan recalled times when he wished he weren't a shape-shifter, more specifically the time his ex-wife found out. It was that sighting that caused their divorce, and ultimately, his move back to Washington. Amelia wasn't his imprint, and he knew the risk behind pursuing a relationship with her, but they had been married for over nine years and, up to this day, he still hadn't found his imprint. He was beginning to wonder if he would ever find his supposed soulmate.

Amelia didn't take the fact that he was a werewolf too well. In fact, she screamed at him to pack his 'shit', get out of her house and never come back. A week later, he received the divorce papers, and a few months after that, he was on his way back to his native La Push. She didn't even try to understand, or accept him – she just threw him out.

So, once he returned home, he took up patrolling and phasing again. He reconnected with Sam and the pack, and he resumed looking young. He still thought about his daughter constantly and he wished more than anything that he could see her. He was happy she was with him once again, but he really wished the circumstances under which she came were different.

"When do you think she'll actually change, Sam?"

"Soon. You can see the difference in her height already. Her appetite is increasing as well. Does she seem bothered by the weather at all?"

"Now that I think about it, no. She isn't wearing as much clothes as she first did." Aidan cringed thinking of the pain his daughter would have to endure once she did, in fact, begin to change.

"Just keep her under your watch."

The men resumed watching TV or thinking to themselves. Aidan could either choose to warn Cassie beforehand, or just let things take their course and explain afterwards. If he told her beforehand, she would more than likely be jumpy and nervous, which, now that he thought about it, wouldn't be a very good idea. He let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair. He would just let things take their course and hope his daughter was strong enough to handle it.

Cassie's House, Featuring: Cassie

It was eleven o' clock and Cassie still hadn't moved from her position on the bed. She felt like total crap, and what was even worse was the fact that she was irritable. It's got to be the weather. Damn La Push and its damn rain. She let out a frustrated sigh and sat up, only to lay back down once a bout of nausea hit her. This fucking sucks! A snarl made its way past her lips and she froze in confusion. What the hell was that? Since when do I snarl? She started to sit up again, slowly this time, and once she was up, she put her head in her hands. Her head was killing her. She slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, and like a baby taking its first steps, she made her way to the bathroom. She searched through her cabinets until she came across a bottle of painkillers. She popped three in her mouth and dry swallowed.

She glanced at herself in the mirror and stifled a groan. She looked like a complete mess. I need a shower. Without a second thought, she stripped and stepped into her little alcove. She turned the knob all the way to the left – the hottest the water could possibly get. She stood waiting for some relief, but it never came - the water just felt warm to her. She narrowed her eyes in frustration and began to lather her bath sponge. She didn't know what the hell was going on with her, but it was really pissing her off.

She stood in the shower until she started to prune. The hot water had run out, and she sincerely hoped that everyone had already taken a shower for the morning, or they were shit out of luck. Now that she thought about it, it probably wouldn't matter to any of the guys anyway – they all have an abnormal temperature, so they probably wouldn't mind a bit of cold water. She froze as a realization hit her. Her eyes widened in surprise. I'm becoming like them.

She didn't know what to feel as the thought occurred to her. It shouldn't be a big deal, right? They're just regular human beings. Maybe it's a coincidence that they all look a like. I mean, a lot of Quileutes look a like, right? She tried to control the panic that tore at her chest. Cassie knew deep down that it was more than that, she just didn't know the full details. She knew it wasn't just a coincidence.

She dressed in a daze and slowly made her way downstairs, only to discover the house was empty. She checked all of the rooms and stopped once she was in the kitchen. There was a note on the refrigerator.

Cassie,

We're all over at Emily's. Come if you want.

Dad

So, they left her. She looked at the clock on the stove: twelve o' five. She opened the fridge and got herself some orange juice. A bit of Vitamin C should help. She downed the drink and set the cup in the sink. Maybe I should go to Emily's. She made her way to the door and slipped on her converse.

There were no cars in the driveway, which meant that Cassie had to walk. She remembered the way to Emily's, and was thankful that it wasn't too far away. She began her trek, not really noticing what was going on around her. The streets were deserted, and there was no one outside. When she was about two doors away from Emily's house, a sickly-sweet smell hit her nose. She wrinkled it in disgust and her face screwed up. She looked around but she couldn't see anything. She had made it to Emily's front door, and was about to enter when she felt someone looking at her.

She looked around again and could make out the faint outline of someone standing in the woods opposite her. She narrowed her eyes and her vision cleared. It was a man – a very pale man – with blood red eyes and brown hair. She blinked, thinking she was imagining things, and when she looked again, there was no one there. She narrowed her eyes again and turned back towards the door.

When she walked into the foyer, she was greeted by the sounds of excited yelling. She covered her ears; for some reason, her hearing was super sensitive this morning. She walked towards the living room to be greeted by the sight of Jake and Embry playing Guitar Hero. She looked around the room and noticed that most of the group was caught up in the game, including her dad. She turned around and went into the kitchen.

"Afternoon, Emily." She pulled a chair out and sat down.

"Hey Cass." Cassie watched as Emily's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "You feeling alright? You don't look too well."

"Ah, just a little under the weather. I think it's all the rain around here."

Emily nodded and a knowing look crossed her features. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. I haven't had any breakfast, so I'm starved."

"Well, lunch will soon be ready. Think you could wait a few more minutes?"

"Sure."

Cassie rested her head on her arms and stared out of the window into the woods. Her eyes roamed the tree line trying to spot the man she saw earlier, but all she could see was green. She let her eyes close and tried to tune out the sounds of the boys in the next room.

"Cassie!" She jumped, startled, and growled. She looked up and came face to face with a wide-eyed Seth.

"What?"

Seth started to back away from her. "Uhm, never mind. Sorry I disturbed you." He turned his back and went into the living room. She sighed and rested her head in the crook of her arms once again.

"Dude, she growled at me." Cassie could make out the whispers passing in the next room. She listened harder.

"She growled?"

"Yeah. The look on her face was murderous."

"It's started."

She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. What's started? The more she tried to think, the more her head hurt. Why haven't those damn painkillers kicked in yet? She sucked in a breath and lifted her head again. It was still only she and Emily in the kitchen. Good, no one else decided to try and scare the crap out of me. She turned her head a bit to look into the part of the living room that was visible from where she was sitting. From the table, she could see Embry and a part of her dad standing – Jake must have lost. Her eyes moved over to the right and saw Jake sitting in the loveseat. He was watching the game with a smile on his face. Embry let out a loud shout announcing that he lost, which caused Jake to erupt into laughter. Cassie smiled.

"Cassie, food's ready. Come fix your plate."

Cassie stood up slowly and made her way to the counter. She filled her plate and sat back down.

"Boys, lunch is ready!" All of the guys started making their way into the kitchen and filling their plates. Jake once again sat to her right, and her dad to her left.

"Hey Cassie." She looked over at Jake and let a small smile grace her lips. "Hey Jake."

Jacob returned his focus to his food, but kept glancing at Cassie. Now that she thought about it, everyone kept glancing at her. They all had anxious, wary looks on their face when they looked at her. Cassie kept her head down and glared at her plate. What the hell was their problem?