Authors Note:

Firstly, thank you to the people reading this story and a big thank you to my reviewers. You've given me a new turn of inspiration for this story. Secondly, I did do an edit on the last chapter, involving Leah as one of the females wolves to be counted (because I did forget about her briefly). So feel free to refer back to it.

Last; I do not own Twilight, but I do own the Original Characters in this story. With Love.

Reira

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3 Years Into Mateship ~ Paul & Lyla ~

.Sam POV.

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Sam had been contacted by another Quileute tribe that was passed the Canadian border. He had only met one member of the pack, it was the second in command. His name was David and he had been sent by his alpha, Becca to render a message.

He remembered the day clearly, a young man was standing at the territory's edge with a white envelope in hand. David had been a few inches shorter than Sam, his skin was a shade paler and his hair ebony and straight; he held the same dark brown eyes as any other Quileute. He was respectful to Sam's position as alpha, stating his business and offering the envelope.

The alpha had given him a once over, he was clad in only jean shorts just as his own pack would have been. He took the letter and sent David on his way. Without giving it too much thought, he opened the envelope and read it over.

"Alpha of La Push,

I hope this message comes at a good time for you and your pack. My name is Becca Autumn and I am the Alpha of the Vancouver pack. We're a small pack, only having six wolves at this time including myself and David, whom is my mate. I am hoping to establish contact with you as you are our sister tribe, where we are here, there are few vampires so our numbers remain small.

Please give me a call, I'd love to talk about the rich history of our ancestors with you.

Becca

000-000-0000."

Sam found this interesting, firstly, because Becca was female and an alpha. More than likely it was her blood right to lead and with a pack so small, why disrupt the balance over whom is alpha? Secondly, she was mated. It instantly made him think of Lyla, whom was desperately trying to have a baby. Maybe Becca has answers that his tribe doesn't.

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5 Years Into Mateship ~ Paul & Lyla ~

Sam POV

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Two years later in early May was when Sam had heard from Becca with exciting news. She and Lyla had talked briefly, both wanting to be mothers, but neither knowing if it was possible. Since Becca's tribe was so small, it was no surprise that she was the first female to phase and become alpha.

The call was answered rather quickly, Sam nearly yelling into the receiver as he questioned if she was certain of her pregnancy. He was excited for her, but more for Lyla. Now they knew it was actually a real possibility for her to have a child with Paul.

Sam had raced out of the house, kissing Emily on his way out. He ran passed his wolves and straight to Lyla's. She wasn't there, but Paul was. So he excitedly told him the news, which made Paul double over with joy. He was near tears at the news when Lyla pulled up in her truck. She looked surprised to see the raw emotion on Paul's face along with the excitement of Sam's.

"What's going on?" She stared at them both, feeling Paul's emotions buzz all around her. "Becca is pregnant." Lyla gave them both a blank look before it dawned on her whom he was referring to. "Becca the alpha Becca? She's pregnant?" They both nodded without speaking, words choking in Paul's throat as he hugged her tight.

She was crying before she could understand the feeling that moved through her chest. Her arms wrapped tight around her mate, sobbing into the curve of his neck. It was hope that burned bright in her heart, a hope that had been there before but had never felt so real. Becca was pregnant. That meant it was actually possible.

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Sam didn't hear from Becca again until early October, the phone rang through all the noise going on outside. The alpha told his wife to stay sitting, she was now pregnant as well, just a few months in. Though he was already insisting she take it easy. The pack stayed eating and chatting, his eyes glancing over Emily and then at his pack.

"Sam Uley." He had wrapped around the corner of the kitchen to the living room where it was a bit more quiet, hearing a soft sniffle on the other end of the phone. He recognized her little sigh before she began to speak. Sam's heart was already sinking at the thought.

"Hi, Sam. It's me, I uhm. I'm calling to ask a favor." He could tell she was crying, her hand covering her mouth as the sob ripped through her chest. "Becs, what happened? Is it the baby?" His chest constricted at the thought, Lyla flashing through his mind.

"No, no, the baby is fine. There was an attack, it was a pair of vampires. Mated I believe, looking to feed. David was killed protecting a young cub. One of the blood suckers had wrapped her arms around his torso and broke his back, his neck. There was so much blood..." Her voice trailed off into a soft sob, Sam closed his eyes tight to help suppress the protective growl that wanted to come from his mouth.

"...I-I need to get away from this place, Sam. The land is screaming with his death and even after burning the vampires, my heart is overflowing with grief. I can't give birth to our child here, c-can I come to La Push?" Sam couldn't turn her away, but he thought about her pack. He had protected a cub, no doubt freshly phased from the attack. David being dead meant that she no longer had her second in command and her being alpha, she'd have to leave another in charge of her duties.

"Of course you can come, Becca. When will you be here?" He heard her shuffling around where ever she was, a creak of a chair as she sat. "David is being buried today, I'll have to leave another wolf in charge for my absence. No more than three days and I'll be in La Push. Thank you, Sam."

The call went dead and Sam felt his heart crack for her. He had never felt so much grief for someone that he hadn't ever met. He thought about David and the day he had met him. He'd spoken to him a few times on the phone and shared his excitement about becoming a father. That would never happen now, or more so, he wouldn't be there for it.

Sam glanced out the window, Emily was laughing and hugging Leah. The two had grown close again, especially after hearing the news about Emily's pregnancy. His pack was laughing, Seth and Embry rolling around in the dirt in wolf form. Lyla was in Paul's lap, the two talking amongst themselves. The other women had grabbed a few of the empty food trays and were heading inside to refill them.

He decided to tell them tomorrow, early in the morning. He forced a smile and returned to his mate, wrapping her protectively in his arms, his hand rubbing over her forming bump.

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Sam had called an early meeting, they were gathered around the bonfire pit. It wasn't lit and the morning held a chill that made Sam feel almost hollow. The alpha glanced around at the faces of his pack, Jacob, Paul, Lyla, Leah, Seth, Embry, Jared, Quil, Brady and Collin. He let out a sigh as they all looked bleary eyed at him.

"I've called this meeting because within the next few days, Becca will be here." Everyone knew who Becca was, but no one had met her yet. Lyla seemed the most interested at the news, her fingers laced with Paul's in a relaxed manner. "Becca is coming because there was an attack on her pack. Her mate has died and she is coming to La Push to give birth." Sam wasn't facing them as he finished, he could feel the mood shift from everyone being tired and cranky to a sad understanding.

"I've already told Emily, she and I prepared one of the guest rooms into a birthing room. I need everyone to be sensitive to the topic of David. She is trying to remain strong for the birth of her child." Lyla let out a sigh, Sam turned in time to see her stand and walk away from the pack. Paul was standing, having taken a few steps away from the trunk he had been sitting on. It looked as if she had told him to leave her be.

Sam hated this. It was another situation he couldn't control or fix. And it was causing his little sister so much pain.

Becca was the first female in their history to become pregnant, and now she had lost her mate? Was there ever any real hope for she and Paul to have a family, together?

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It was on the second morning that Jacob had sensed another wolf nearing their territory. Sam brought Paul and Jacob with him to greet her. She was just crossing onto their land when they spotted her. Becca looked exhausted and unlike any Quileute they had seen. Her skin tone was a pale tan, her hair black though wavy and long against her mid-back. Beccas' lips were nearly white and she was wearing a thin grassy green sundress with spaghetti straps.

Her belly was large and rounded, nearly being ready to give birth. There were bags under her eyes as she staggered forward. Sam jogged up to meet her and she held out her hand to grab onto his forearm. "Becca, why are you alone?" He had meant to say something else, but his concern was well placed.

Becca just smiled, letting him pull her into his side for support. Her left arm slipped around his back, it was foreign yet somehow familiar. They turned slowly and faced Jacob and Paul. She waved weakly before her right hand came to rest against Sam's torso. "I am alone, because I gave an alpha order for my wolves to remain in Vancouver and my new second in command to lead as alpha until my return."

She laughed tiredly, her head resting against Sam's chest. "Of course, that won't be happening." Her hand rubbed over her belly, feeling the child move restlessly within her. "What are you talking about? Why would you say such a thing?" It was Jacob, looking confused and concerned at her statement just as the other two wolves were.

"My mate is dead and I can feel myself dying. My body only barely lives now because of our child. I left in hopes that someone in your pack could keep our child so he may be raised away from the place where his father had been murdered. That place is no longer home for us." Sam could see tears swelling in her eyes, her body shuddering under his arm.

"When I die, I want my child here. Somehow this place is so familiar." Her brown eyes scan over the land, then over Jacob and Paul as they stand a few feet in front of she and Sam. "I can't explain my desire to come to this place, but please don't turn me away, Sam." She is looking far off now, he can feel the effort it takes for her to stand, asking for something she hadn't ever thought she'd need.

"I'd never turn you away, Sister." He held his palm open and up, her hand resting over his; palm to palm. The symbol of acceptance amongst the pack. "We're one in the same, you and I, Samuel."

Sam could hear the age in her voice, though she had no more than a few years on him, he was certain her soul was much older.