(Third Person's POV)
Paul and Jake were on the kitchen floor wrestling with each other, trying to get the upper hand. The others tried to stop them, but it was no use, they were determined to end this once and for all. Embry opened the door, and watched as the two rolled out into the front yard. The two landed in a heap and tried to compose themselves faster than the other.

"Why won't you just admit that she could be a danger to us all? Get it through your head Paul, she's dangerous."

"Why won't you understand that she doesn't know what's going on? How can she be dangerous when she doesn't have a clue on what's going on at all?"

The two continued the stare down, none of them wanting to admit that the other might be right in some way. They were all confused, no one knew what to do or say, this had never happened to the pack before. If Sandy was the small brown furred wolf, could it possible that she had no control over her shifting?

The rest of the past sat back and watched as the two circled each other, none of them knew what to do or how to handle the situation. They agreed with what both men said, both ideas made perfect sense to them. But, they agreed more with Jake, they couldn't take the chance of Sandy going out of control and hurting an innocent person.

Before the two could continue their fight, a small brown furred wolf appeared in front of Paul, growling at Jake. Everyone was surprised, none of them expected to see her again, not this soon anyway. Jake stared into her eyes, trying to see who it could be.

"Someone go and check on Sandy, make sure she's in her room." Jake ordered. Seth went inside and up the stairs. He opened the door to Sandy's room, only to find it empty. He went to the bathroom, and checked every possible place that she could have been. Once he was done his face paled and he ran back outside.

"She's not there!"

"What?" Jake snarled. Paul's face paled a bit as he stared at the wolf in front of him. He didn't want to believe that his imprint was what he was; he didn't want her to have the same fate as he did.

"Her room is empty."

"Are you sure?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, I checked everywhere. She wasn't anywhere to be found. Do you guy's think-"

"There's no question about it now." Jake interrupted Seth. There really was no questioning it, Sandy was the small wolf. It was still hard to believe that she could be a shifter like them, or that she couldn't remember anything that was going on. Everyone remembered shifting for the first time and everything that happened in between the shifts.

"Sandy?" Paul called out softly. The small wolf turned to face him, all the malice from her face gone, leaving only a look of love in her eyes. Paul stared into her eyes, not wanting to believe what he was seeing. His attentions turned to Jake, who was also staring at her.

"What do we do now?" He asked softly. Jake turned to him and shrugged. He could tell that this was hard on Paul; it would be hard on anyone. He turned to the rest of the pack, their faces as pale as Paul's.

"Quil, I need you to go and get Sam. Seth, I want you to keep Emily from coming outside. Jared and Embry, I need you guys to make sure that the girls don't come this way." Everyone split up once he finished talking, hoping to get everything straighten out as soon as possible.

"Paul, I need you to shift and keep her occupied. She needs to stay near and out of sight. Think you can lead her to a part of the woods where no one goes?" Paul nodded his head slowly and shifted. The small wolf just stared at him, her head cocked to one side, wondering what was going on. Once he was in his wolf form, the small wolf happily ran towards him and rubbed her head on his chest.

Paul didn't know how to take this, it was really Sandy, there was no question about it now. Her eyes and how she acted around him proved that it was her. He turned around and ran towards the woods, looking back to make sure that she was following him. She cocked her head to the side again, and ran after him, not understanding why he was running from her.

Jake watched as the two wolves ran deep into the woods. He knew that it was Sandy; they all knew that it was her. There was only one person who acted that way towards Paul, and it was her. He stayed where he was, waiting for Sam, hoping that he knew what to do. Because he sure as hell didn't know.