This is all I had time for today. And I don't really know about this chapter. Teeth clench. Sorry, I promise the next one will be longer. Maybe tonight?

Tears raced down my cheeks, pooling on the pillow under my head and staining the gray cotton with salt. I reached up a fist and ran it slowly across my face, wiping the evidence of a breakdown away. The tears gleamed like hot oil against my skin, and for a split second I wished it was. Crying had never done me any good. Why should it start now?

The voices coming from the living room were had stopped me from throwing myself onto the floor and screaming until I began to hyperventilate. I knew how to control my actions, emotions, but when something went as deep as to make me feel it I was helpless.

"No, I'm sure hes fine. It might take him awhile to calm down, though." A mans voice.

"Are you sure this was the right thing to do?" My father.

"Most definitely. The change was brimming out of him the first day you arrived. Even Seth could see it coming. It's good you brought him here." The mans voice again. This time I recognized it.

"He'll be home soon?"

"As soon as he calms down. Are you sure you want to tell the girl?"

The girl? I clenched my teeth. Me.

"She has to know. It will be safer that way. Don't you think?"

"Yes, I do agree with you on this. Are you sure shes not...?"

"Positive. She takes on after her mother." Ron muttered as if this was a bad thing.

The sound of chairs scraping against the wooden floor brought me to my senses.

"May I talk to her? Alone?"

"Of course. Thank you, Sam."

The knock at the door brought me back to the real world.

"Come in." I called, my voice choked up with mucus from crying. Very attractive.

"Aidyn?" Sam opened the door and stepped carefully through it.

I dully noted he was dressed as Paul had been last night. A pair of shorts hung off his waist, his torso was bare.

I cleared my throat before answering. "Yeah? Take a seat." I muttered when he pointed to the end of my bed. I had a feeling he would have sat even if I wouldn't have given it the O.K.

"I wanted to talk to you about your brother. Tom." He said, making my bed bow as he settled onto the very edge.

"What about Tommy?" I was trying to keep my voice as confused as possible. I even furrowed my brow and scowled.

Sam hesitated. "Well, he isn't exactly normal."

"Did you just figure that one out?" My voice teetered; I wasn't far from hysteria.

"Yes and no. This is so difficult to explain. You see, Tom is a werewolf. I'm the leader of a small pack. Quil, Seth, Embry, Paul... A few others." He looked up to gage my reaction.

"No shit? And do you all meet on Thursdays to have tea with the Unicorn clan?" I was choking up. Thankfully he took it as stubbornness or disbelief.

"I'm serious."

"So am I." In that second I decided I hated him.

He waited for a few minutes. "Just try not to make him mad, alright? He could lose his temper very easily now. It wouldn't take much for him to kill you."

"You're insane."

"Promise me you won't entice him."

"Are you serious? Fine." I threw up my hands, "Whatever you want."

"Thank you. I know this is hard to accept, but its the truth." He stretched and stood up. "It's dark already. The winter months will do that to you."

I stared at him in disbelief. He was jumping from mythological creatures to the weather.

"Good luck with starting school Monday." He paused with his hand on the doorknob. "If you start to feel... odd. Like you can't see properly or you start to run a fever? Come see me."

"Sure." I choked out. He needed to leave. He needed to leave now.

"Until next time."

The front door clicked shut behind him. He was gone. I flung myself off my bed, scampering towards the window. A giant black blur raced past, a pair of cut-off jeans tied to the back of its leg. It glanced towards my window.

Sam.

Oh, god. I curled over, touching my head to the floor, the tears trickling down my face were ones of anger now.. They were here, too. I had moved my family across the fucking country to get away from them and they were here, too.

A stream of bile raced up my throat and I barely made it to the bathroom before my stomach emptied itself itself into the porcelain bowl in front of me.