Chapter 8

A/N: I don't own twilight.

Here's the next chapter and it's a bit longer. I hope you guys like this. I won't drag this out anymore. Just enjoy. Oh and I would like to thank everyone for the reviews. I really do appreciate them. You guys are as always awesome. Love Ya's.

MPOV:

The past month has been for lack of a better word, interesting. I've been feeling antsy and on edge lately. Like I'm completely uncomfortable in my own skin. A change is coming and it won't be good. I can feel it, like a dark cloud hanging around our family. Sienna meanwhile has been a walking zombie since Rafe decided to go wolf and mope in the woods. This is just another example for me of what imprinting does to people. You think fate would be kinder to the ones that put their lives on the line to keep humanity safe but no fate's a crazy bitch that likes to fuck everyone over.

"Moxie I need you to take dinner to your dad at the shop tonight." Mom says bringing me from my thoughts. "Why? Where are you going?" I ask following my mom into the kitchen. In all the years I've been alive my mom has never missed bringing daddy dinner whenever he worked late. Something huge is about to go down.

My mom sighs heavily and brushes a few stray strands of ebony hair from her face. My parents stopped phasing when I turned twelve so they both still look fairly young. My mom of course is still stunning. Tall, exotic, amazonian beautiful. "I'm heading to your uncle Seth's house. Zev has the fever and Gloria is panicking. He just turned fourteen." My mom says her dark eyes faraway in thought. I can tell she's thinking about the night her and Uncle Seth phased at the same time causing grandpa Harry to have a heart attack. She doesn't like to talk about it too much so I don't push her.

"Ok ma." I say softy and start pulling out the Tupperware so I can pack up daddy's dinner. "I'll see you later Moxie." Mom says giving me a tight smile before leaving. I quickly put everything into the insulated bag my mom always uses and rush on my bike the couple of blocks to my dad's shop. I stop, then toss my bike down and try to catch my breath. I feel like I'm coming down with a cold or a twenty four hour bug. Something just seems off but I push those feelings away. I grab the bag and speed my way into to the shop hoping to catch my dad. There's more to the story of what's going down and I plan to get to the bottom of it.

"Whoa...shorty where are you racing off too?" I hear Uncle Jake's deep rumble coming from under Aunt Bella's ancient faded red truck. He slides out from under the vehicle and wipes his grease stained hands on his dirty overalls. "Just looking for my dad. Mom sent some dinner." I say gesturing towards the heavy blue canvas bag. "He's in the office taking a few calls. Why don't you sit out here with me for a bit." He says standing to his full height and towering over me. "Sure, sure." I say with a small smile, mimicking his signature phrase. He shoots me a large smile and I can definitely see where Caine gets his looks. Caine looks like an exact copy of Uncle Jake.

Caine is tall, dark, and has a boyish charm to his strong hard features. Caden meanwhile is a cross between Rosalie and Jacob. His honey colored curls, warm light brown eyes and sun kissed tan skin are the perfect combination of his parents light and darkness. Caleb on the other hand is exactly what Aunt Rosalie would look like if she were a male. He's tall with platinum blonde hair, large violet eyes and smooth pale skin.

"So, is that son of mine still driving you crazy?" Jake asks with a small smirk playing on his full lips. I turn and set my bag down on my dad's work bench trying to hide the heat rising in my cheeks. "Not all the time, only when it really matters." I say lowly hoping my dad isn't paying attention to our conversation. "Huh...figures. Caine isn't exactly known for his suaveness. He can be a little dense sometimes." Jake says with a slight snort as he checks under the hood of the broke down truck. I can't help but giggle in agreement.

"Jacob, don't talk about my baby that way. " Rosalie scolds while striding gracefully towards us in her usual shop outfit of a white t-shirt, dark ripped jeans, black boots and a red bandanna wrapped around her blonde curls like a modern day Rosie the Riveter. Even with a smudge of grease on her cheek and boyish outfit that clings to her curves in all the right ways she's still one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. She gives me a sweet smile before slapping Jake upside the back of his head. "Oww...babe that hurt." Jake pouts and Rosalie gives him a small peck on his cheek before sticking her head under the hood.

I can't help but smile at how perfect the two of them are together. I just wish I could have that kind of relationship with someone. They know each other inside and out and don't try to change the other. My parents are the same way and imprinting had nothing to do with it. That's what I want. I watch them closely and it's like watching a well choreographed dance. They are in sync with each others movements and can anticipate what the other is thinking."Uhh...I don't understand why Bella just doesn't junk this piece of shit." Rosalie says while grabbing a wrench and starts helping Jake fix the vehicle.

I watch the two while I wait for my daddy to finish up his work. "Bells keeps it around for sentimental reasons Rose." Jake says looking over his wife's shoulder while she leans further into the engine to get a better look. It's funny to think that if things were different between Caine and I they could possibly be my in-laws. That idea kinda freaks me out. I'm only fifteen and all the sudden I'm thinking of marriage and Caine. I'm no better than Allegra. Oh god someone just shoot me.

"Yo Jake I got to go...Oh....hey cupcake." Dad says as he catches sight of me watching Jake and Rose. He gives me his usual bear hug and kiss on my head before turning his attention back to Jake. "What's going on Em?" Rose asks while taking some baby wipes and cleaning her hands. "I was just talking to Jared and it seems Yasmine has the fever now. Leah's already at Seth's helping with Zev and Sam phased to go find Rafe." Dad says and flashes a knowing look at Uncle Jake.

"Oh no.... poor Kim. I'm going to go and see how she's holding up. She didn't take Elijah's phasing very well." Rose says her golden eyes darkening just slightly and pecks Jake on the cheek before disappearing with her vamp speed. "Two wolves at one time Em is not good." Jake says still sounding like the alpha he once was before he retired and Caden took over. "I know Jake, I know." My dad says wearily while he runs a large hand through his shaggy dark hair and looks at me with a look in his hazel eyes I've never seen him have before. I can't place the intensity behind it. The flecks of green and gold burning hot.

My dad turns to me fully and places his large warm hands on my shoulders. "How have you been feeling Mox?" My dad asks searching my face for some kind of clue. "Uhh...ok?" I say not really sure what he wants me to say. "Are you sure Mox? You look a little tired right now." Jake says eying me the same way my dad is. Once I think about it I have been really tired but nothing to get alarmed about. "I'm fine. Really." I say beaming my best smile trying to convince them I'm ok.

"Mox I'm going to take you home. Jake close up for me." Dad says tossing a set of keys to Jake. "Sure, sure. I'll head over to Jared's when I'm done here." Jake says flashing a huge smile but his ebony eyes radiating something akin to worry. I grab my bag and Daddy tosses my bike in the back of his truck. The ride home is quite and uncomfortable. My father keeps stealing glaces at me from the corner of his eye. Now I'm really starting to freak out as my stomach starts to flip flop.

"Daddy I don't feel so good right now." I say trying to quell this queasy feeling bubbling in my stomach. "I'm so sorry baby." My dad apologizes as his eyes beginning to tear up. "I didn't want this for you." He says lowly and parks his truck in our drive. My nerves are standing on edge when my dad pulls me from the passenger side seat and crushes me to his broad chest. He holds tight to me and I suddenly feel like crying.

"Daddy I'm scared." I whisper into the soft fabric of his black shirt. "I know cupcake. I know." His voice full of sad resignation. Then it hits me. How blind could I be? "I'm going to phase too, aren't I?" I ask my voice raising an octave with my fear. "God I hope not but there is a chance, a very good chance of it happening." Daddy sighs and loosens his grip on me. I sag against him my head heavy and hot. "I'm going to get you settled and see if Jared can stop by and check on you." Dad says getting out of the truck and opening the passenger side and collecting me in his large arms.

"Daddy, Uncle Jared is a vet." I say cocking my eyebrow at the irony of the situation making both of us laugh softly. "Well he's the closest to a doctor that won't freak out when you start running a temp of 108." He says with a wry smile and deposits me gently in my bed. He pulls the covers over me and grabs me a glass of incredibly cold water. He watches me drink the glass in a few large gulps and goes to get me more. "You'll need to stay hydrated." My dad says and sets another glass of water down on my bedside table.

"Is it going to hurt daddy?" I ask sleepily my voice thick from my sudden exhaustion. My dad sits down on the edge of my bed and takes my hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze. "I'm not going to lie to you Mox. It's the most pain you'll ever know in your life. It's right up there with getting bit by a vamp." He says in his no nonsense way. That's what I love about my dad. He doesn't sugar coat the important things. He tells you like it is when it's the most important.

I take a deep breath and give him a small smile. "OK." I say trying to reign in my tears. I'm Leah Clearwater's daughter. I'm not going to let phasing get to me. If my mama can get through it so can I. He kisses me lightly on the forehead before heading to the door. "I wish I could take the pain away for you. I really do." Daddy says his voice cracking slightly as he chokes back his tears and I give him my best reassuring smile. "I know daddy, but I'm going to get through this and I'm going to be the most kick ass wolf yet." I say trying to lighten the mood. "Of course you will cupcake. Leah's your mom." He says it like its just a plain fact and it makes me love him even more.

I had always wanted to be a wolf like my parents. I was always told that I was a sure bet to go wolf since both of them had inherited the gene but now I'm not so sure it's worth it. I scream out again as another flash of searing white hot pain shoots through me and I curl myself into a tight ball hoping to ease the pain. My mother tries her best to sooth me but all her attempts have been feeding the fuel of my hot temper. "Leave me alone!!" I bit out again while slapping away her hands from my back. Every touch, every movement is like pure torture. Even the cool cotton fabric of my sheets against my scorching skin is irritating me to a point I just want to tear everyone to shreds.

Four days, four long days with what seems like no end in sight. The pain eases a little and I start to cry again. "Mommy..." I sob just wanting to be a little girl again who just needs her mom to make everything better. She delicately wraps her arms around me and sings softly in my ear. I can barely register her words but the soft humming of her voice is soothing as I clutch tighter to her.

I hear a groan and gasp coming from the bed next to me and I know Zev is suffering just as much. Yasmine has been the most quite of us three but still is whimpering in pain. Jared had decided that it would be easier to deal with the three of us if we were kept together. Rosalie opened up the old Cullen mansion in forks because there was more space and the house was far more secluded then our homes on the rez. They didn't need the neighbors to be nosy because of all the screaming and yelling, mostly done by me.

The pain would come and go and there would be blissful moments of numbing peace before the onslaught of more hot searing pain. Zev had it easier as he had the normal progression of gaining height and muscle before the final transformation. Yasmine and I weren't so lucky. Both of us being on the small and petite side had a lot of body mass to make up for hence the unbearable pain of bone and muscle growing and stretching at an accelerated rate.

By the time day five rolled around I was ready to kill someone. Currently that someone was Rocco as he carried me out of the Cullen mansion and towards the woods. Each step jostled me and I can't help but groan in agony. I grind my teeth and dig my nails further into Rocco's thick neck. I look over his shoulder and see that Elijah was carrying his sister Yas and Caden was helping a staggering Zev through the woods. We were lead to the clearing near the Cullen's house. I grimaced in pain as Rocco set me down and steadied me on my feet.

I grabbed Yas's hand suddenly scared even though I know I shouldn't be. Elijah and Caden take off to the woods to strip and phase. "I'm going to get Rafe. He needs to be here." Rocco says and strides purposefully towards the rez as he pulls his black shirt over his head getting ready to phase. His large muscles in his back flex with each movement. Rocco's built like Quil, burly and compact.

It's intimidating being surround by six large wolves. I suddenly feel exposed and naked standing there with nothing but a pair of black boy-shorts and a black sports bra as Caine's eyes bore into me. Even as a wolf I can feel a connection to him. Yas is dressed similar and Zev is only in a pair of gray boxer shorts. My baby cousin Zev is no longer the chunky baby faced kid he was a few weeks ago. Jared took our measurements last night to track our progress. Zev's tall at about 6'3" but still short compared to the other wolves and he's built like my dad, slender but with definition.

Yas stands at 5'11 and is well defined as well. I'm still the smallest at 5'9" and I'm toned but not muscly. It's weird being taller when I spent so much of my life being so short. I want to open my mouth and complain but a wave of nauseating icy bleach smell hits me full force. It's like rotting fruit with a cold bite to it. I can tell Zev and Yas smell it too.

My body instantly reacts to it and I can feel myself start to shake. I can't help but let out a small growl as the smell intensifies. Caden phases back easily and doesn't seemed to be bothered by his nakedness. I try to avoid looking directly at him. "Don't fight the change. Just go with it." Caden says soothingly. That fucking stench is making me shake more violently and I start to feel like my body is being pulled and stretched in ways that is not humanly possible. "Easy." Caden says and I can feel the command in his voice. It's like I have to do what he says.

I glance wildly at each one of them. They're all watching me like I'm some kind of wild animal. The rotting fruit and icy bleach smell has me doubling over and violently shaking again. Suddenly I fall forward and I can feel a searing fire rip down my spin and it's like my bones and joints are popping and all the muscle in my body is tearing. When the pain finally stops I look down and see two large light silver paws. I'm a wolf. I lift my head and I see Yas is a similar color and Zev is a sandy brown.

I try to listen to the voices in my head but all I can hear is Zev, Caleb, Caden and Caine. I guess because my mom was Uncle Jake's beta I'm in Caine's pack. Rafe and Rocco come trotting into the clearing and I can tell that Caden and him are discussing something being that both alphas can communicate together silently.

I glance around the clearing and suddenly flashes of images and thoughts of me are coming at me furiously. I lock eyes with Caine and it's all over from there. I look at him but it's like I'm seeing him for the first time. He's all I can see. The rest of the world seems to fall away. All I can see are his large chocolate colored eyes flecked with gold. I feel like the earth is shifting beneath me and the only thing holding me in place is him. FUCK!! I think I just imprinted.

I phase back immediately and curl myself into a ball and bury my face in the cool damp grass. "No, no, no, no..." I chant to myself hoping this is all a bad dream. "Moxie, are you alright?" I hear Rocco asks as he drapes his t-shirt over my bare frame. I look up and see Rocco has phased back and pulled on his cut off sweats. I give him a small thankful smile and lift my head to see Caine has phased back as well. He's naked looking like a Greek god and he's breath taking. The look on his face however is heartbreaking. His eyes are narrowed and his jaw is clenched tight and his mouth is drawn into a tight line.

It's not that I don't want him, I just don't want to be forced to want him. If that makes any sense. I wonder if the connection I've felt to him was only because I was meant to imprint on him. Imprinting is making me question every moment we've ever had. Before I can talk to him a loud piercing howl breaks the staring contest we are currently locked in.

Caine stomps away and phases on the fly. "Hey Mox your going to have to phase back. We've got a lot of strategies to go over and a ton of things that need be taken care of. The amount of vamp activity is reaching an all time high." Rocco says helping me to my feet. Rocco's cheeks tinge a soft pink as he turns quickly away from me. I look down and notice I'm barely covered clutching his shirt to myself. I blush a little myself. I'm going to have to get use to being a whole lot more naked around these guys for the next unforeseeable future.

I shrug my shoulders and toss his shirt to him and stride pass him in all my glory. I look over my shoulder at the stunned look on his face. "Your going to be a doctor Rocco and you'll be seeing a hell of a lot more naked people than me." I say nonchalantly. He gives me a small smirk and he shakes his head as he strips off his shorts and attaches them to the cord hanging from his ankle. "Ready?" He asks his large blue eyes gleaming in the morning light. "Hell yeah." I say with a large smile and both of us take off towards the wood phasing on our way after the others.

Running through the woods is the most liberating feeling ever. The feel of the earth beneath my paws and the wind whipping through my fur is invigorating. The run helps me clear my thoughts. I push all my feelings about Caine and imprinting aside. There will be time enough to discuss that with him later and oh I will be discussing that with him most definitely. He's got a lot of explaining to do. From the images I got from his mind he knew a hell of a lot more than I did and I plan on making him tell me the truth. But for now there is more important things to take care of with the rise in vamp attacks and I plan on being the best wolf I can be. I have a family legacy to live up to.

A/N: Please Review. Next up Caine and Moxie finally talk and the Volturi make themselves known to the new generation of wolves.