LPOV

"Why can't you just tell me?" Seth whined, giving me the best puppy-dog look he could muster.

"Why can't you just give up?" I asked, mimicking his tone.

"You had us worried to death!" He said, giving me a stern look.

"I told you I was gonna be home late."

I did. In fact, I told him right before I left the house last night to not wait up for me because I was most likely going to be home super late.

"Why can't you just tell me where you were last night and who you were with? Do you not trust me or something?" Seth looked hurt. He had a slight frown on his face that made me want to hug him tightly and tell him everything. But I can't because even if I do trust Seth, he apparently doesn't trust me enough to give me an explanation of all the weird shit going on.

"I do trust you," I said. He smiled. "But you already know everything about me. Hell, the whole Rez basically knows everything about me. I'd like to have at least one secret to myself. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

He looked torn. Seth knew a thing or two about the Rez knowing everybody's business and he did not like it one bit. I love my baby brother and would love more than anything to tell him of the wonderful friendship I have with the Cullens but how can I when he can't trust me with whatever it is he's hiding?

"I'm just worried about you, Leah," he sighed, running his hand through his now short hair.

"I'm fine, baby bro," I laughed, ruffling his hair.

"It's not funny, Lee. Things are different around here, it's no –" I cut him off.

"Not safe anymore? Sorry Sethy, but Jake's already beat you to the "danger" speech. I got it."

"Of course he did," he snorted, rolling his eyes. I quirked an eyebrow at him, wondering why he had a sort of resentment toward Jacob lately. I thought they were best friends.

"You and Jake got beef or something?" I asked.

"What? No, why?" he asked looking truly confused.

"Whenever he's mentioned in a conversation you sort of have this annoyed look on your face," I said, shrugging.

"Oh." He was staring up at the ceiling. "Nah, me and Jake are cool. He's still my best homie, but like any good friend, pissing me off has become his favorite sport."

I laughed. That I could understand. Rachel, Rebecca, and I had a relationship like that. I was usually in the middle as the twins fought over me like a ragdoll, but it was all in good fun. I would piss off Rachel, she in turn, would retaliate with that sharp tongue of hers. Then I would get pissed at whatever comment escaped her lips, and take my frustration out on Rebecca. Then she'd say something snarky to Rachel, then to me, and then the process would repeat again until one of us busted out in laughter. Rebecca was always the first. I was always good at managing a good poker face.

Then there's Alice and Edward. I can't really do much to piss off Rose, Emmett, or Jasper because they're all quick to respond with good comebacks. Alice and Edward, however, were very easy to anger because they always got so offended so easily!

"So you're really not gonna tell me who you were with last night?" Seth asked with sad eyes.

"Sorry, lil' bro. I will someday, just not now." I smiled sadly at him. I really do wish I could tell him now, but it's just not fair.

At first it was just a hunch, I wasn't entirely sure if I was just overacting or if I was really onto something. Then I had that talk with Edward at the club and he, along with Rose and Emmett basically told me that if they weren't a bunch of honorable vampires, they would let me in on the secrecy crap on the Rez. But then Emmett said something that didn't really seem like much at the time, but now that I'm think back at it, it's confusing as hell. He said I'd find out real soon once I got back because I smell like them. But why would it matter if I smelled like them? And how the hell would everyone else be able to smell the Cullens' scent on me? People don't normally just sniff out vampire stench. God, Emmett is confusing.

I remember taking a few shots before we left the club. Edward, I remember, was totally against my underage drinking, but of course I had all the encouragement in the world from Emmett. I asked him and Jasper, who looked out of it, when the last time they were drunk.

"We still can get drunk. Well, sort of," Jasper drawled, smiling at me.

"Really?" I asked with wide eyes. I was already feeling tipsy from the numerous shots I was downing. "How?"

"You drink the blood of a human that's already drunk," he said. His eyes, I noticed, were black.

"Looks like someone's hungryyyy!" I sing-songed, grinning and pointing at Jasper's eyes. Emmett let out a booming laugh and clapped Jasper on the shoulder. I remember seeing Edward pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Alice kindly ushered Jasper out of the club, offering words of encouragement.

"I wish you were drunk all the time, Leah, you're hilarious!" Emmett laughed.

And that's about all I remember. I don't even remember coming home or getting into bed. If I was drunk enough not to remember the rest of my night, how the hell did I manage to get in my bed? No. How the hell did I manage to get up the stairs without tripping and dying?

The weirdest part is that I didn't even have a killer hangover like I thought I would. I felt fantastic, minus the not-remembering-anything part. It's like I didn't even drink at all!

Okay no, I lied. The ultimate weirdest part is when I walked down the stairs to grab some breakfast and basically found Samuel and his clones all sprawled around my living room fast asleep. They were so filthy! Some of them literally had mud on their feet and hands – it was gross. But that's beside the point; I didn't understand why the hell they were all here asleep in my living room.

I ended up bringing my breakfast up to my room and falling back to sleep only to be woken up by a worried-looking Seth. By that time, he had already cleared the men in the living room out of the house so he could spend some quality time with me. And that leads me to where I am now, sitting on the couch next to him, talking.

"It's fine, Lee," he sighed deeply. "I understand. You have no idea how much I understand."

"Cool! So you wanna tell me how I managed to get up the stairs and into my bed last night?"

His face noticeably darkened and I could have sworn I heard an animalistic growl coming from him. His body tensed and started to shake violently, just like he did the day I got home.

"Seth, holy shit, what's wrong?!" I yelled hysterically. I put an arm on him and recoiled at how hot his skin felt. It felt just as hot as Jacob's.

"Leah, stay back," he said in a strained voice. He stood up to leave and I followed suit.

"Leah," he growled. I jumped back at the bark in his tone. "Stay back! Please."

"But Seth –" he cut me off.

"I'm begging you, just stay back. Let me catch my breath," he said. He closed his eyes took slow, deep breaths. Soon enough the shaking stopped and he was back to normal.

"Sorry about that," he smiled sheepishly, "I just sort of lose it when I get angry."

"You 'sort of lose it'?" I repeated in a patronizing tone. "What the hell was that? That was terrifying!"

"Just some temperament issues," he said, shrugging. "Kind of lost it when you brought up the subject of you coming home."

Again, his expression darkened, but he looked like he was fighting the urge to start shaking like a maniac again.

"Why would that be a temperament issue for you?" I asked, cocking my head to the side to study him.

"Long story."

"I've got time," I challenged, crossing my arms.

I heard him mutter something incoherent under his breath before answering me loudly: "Now's not the time. I'll fill you in later. I gotta bounce."

"Where are you going?" I asked worriedly.

"It's a secret, sister dear," he laughed before closing the door behind him.

Seth's POV

I couldn't stay with her for another minute. A minute longer and I would have told her everything – alpha command or not. Okay, no, so I actually wouldn't be able to tell her with the command hovering over me, but I would have started to give her hints just to clue her in on our world. At first I didn't want Leah to get sucked into our world because of all the baggage that came along with it. My sister deserved more than this, she didn't deserve to be stuck on the Rez because of our world. But of course, fate had to screw with her again and have Jacob, of all people, imprint on her. I was really angry when Jake imprinted on my sister because I just got her back and I didn't want her to be put under some wolfy claim. And now she really was chained to the Rez. My anger over Jake imprinting over Leah, however, quickly dissolved once she came home last night smelling like them.

I remember it so clearly…..

"I hear a car pulling up," I said, leaping off the sofa to look out the window.

Sam and Jacob perked their heads up and watched my facial expression go from confused, to relieved, to annoyed.

It was a taxi cab. The cab driver got out of the car and opened one of the back doors and gently pulled out my super drunk sister. Once she was out of the cab, the driver ran back to his seat, and sped away.

I watched stupidly as Leah stumbled over her own feet, making her way to the front door. The room fell silent when we heard the rattling of the door knob. We all eyed the door, waiting for the door to swing open and reveal a drunk Leah.

What we didn't expect was the overwhelming stench of vampire that stung our noses when she swung the door open. She had on a lopsided grin and had a far-away look on her face, like she was in a trance.

The whole pack was on their feet growling and alert. She was drunk and smelled like a vampire. Who knows what could have happened to her?

"Leah," I said, pulling her arm over my shoulder and holding her waist to steady her. "Where the hell were you?"

"We had a night out," she said happily.

"Who's we?" Jacob asked worriedly. He looked so dejected.

"Me and my friends, silly!" she laughed, playfully slapping him on the arm. Paul snorted.

"Who are your friends?" I asked.

"Can't tell you," she said, grinning.

"Why not?" Sam asked, taking a cautious step toward her. Jacob growled warningly at him and he stopped moving any closer.

"Because it's a secret!" she said, putting an index finger to her lips. "shhhh!"

"Come on, Lee, you can tell us your secret," Jake urged, holding her hand in his and bringing up to his lips.

"You're so sweet, Jake," she giggled, throwing herself into Jacob's arms. His face relaxed slightly but it soon vanished when he took a good, big, whiff of the stench all over her.

"Leah," he said in a strained voice. "Who are your friends?"

"I can't tell you my secret because you won't tell me yours," she pouted, looking up at Jake through her lashes. I wanted to gag. I did not want to see my sister that close to any guy! That's disgusting!

I wasn't aware that she had caught on so quickly. That we made it so obvious that we were hiding something. Then again I suppose the fact that a whole bunch of us basically follow around Sam and do what he says, it could raise a few questions. Leah always has been an observant person. It was stupid to think we could hide something from her and have her not figure out that something sketchy was going on. Leah's smarter than that.

Last night, though, was nerve-wracking because she smelled like vampire, wait no, vampires. Yes, plural. Yeah, all leeches smell the same, but each one of them have a certain stench to them that differentiates them from every other vampire. That's how we knew she was with more than one vampire last night. But why isn't she dead? Don't get me wrong, I prayed to every holy being last night and thanked them for bringing my sister home safely, I almost shed a tear. Almost. It's just weird that she was around so many blood-suckers last night and there was not one single scratch on her body. I thought maybe they were vegetarian vampires like the Cullens, but crossed that thought because I didn't know of any large group of leeches in the Washington area other than the Cullens.

Then there's another thing that bothered me and nearly kept me from getting any sleep last night. There was something so familiar about the leechy smells on her. It's like I knew the scents.

Once Leah passed out on one of the couches, it was like a loose cannon was planted in the middle of my living room because questions, comments, and way too many obscenities were flying around the house. It's a wonder how neither of my parents managed to sleep through all the noise.

Sam wanted to shake her awake and demand answers. Jacob took a protective stance in front of her and dared Sam to lay a finger on her.

"We have to know where she's been, Jacob!" Sam growled. "She drenched from head to toe in vampire stench!"

"Let her rest first," Jacob snapped, crossing his arms. "She's exhausted. Besides, do you really think she'll answer to you?"

"Okay, maybe she won't want to speak to me, but what makes you so sure that she'll want to talk to you?" Sam challenged, leveling up to Jacob.

"Right now really isn't the time for you two to be fighting over who my sister would rather talk to," I said, annoyed that neither of them could set aside their ego even in desperate times.

"You're right," Sam sighed. "Maybe it's best if you talk to her Seth, you're the closest to her, she'll talk to you."

"I'm gonna crash here," Jacob said, gently brushing Leah's hair out of her face. The rest of the pack said they would too, just in case anything strange came up. Sam was watching Jacob with an annoyed look and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He should know that imprinting was something that couldn't be controlled. He had no right to be so judge-y about Jake and my sister.

"I'm gonna take her up to her room," Jacob said quietly, already lifting her into his arms. "She'll be more comfortable on her bed."

"Fine. But if you try anything while she's unconscious, I'll kill you," I warned, narrowing my eyes at him.

"I second that," Sam echoed.

"I'm just gonna lay her on the goddamn bed, Seth," Jacob hissed, scowling at me.

As I watched him walk up the stairs with my sister cradled in his arms, I saw how gentle he was with her. How careful he was not to wake her, and how happy he looked to have her in his arms and so close to her. I didn't like that my sister was so abruptly brought into this supernatural world just from looking into Jacob's eyes. But…I trust the spirits. And I trust Jake. If Jake and Leah are "soul-mates," then I guess I should be happy for them because I know there is no way Jake would ever hurt my sister willingly. Jake's been one of my best friends for as long as I can remember, I know he would go out of his way to make Leah happy. So for that, I should at least give him a chance to prove himself.

I was brought back from my reverie by the sound of my phone ringing.

"Wass good?" I answered into the phone. I didn't bother to look at the screen to check who was calling. Ever since I started to distance myself from my friends from school, no one but the pack, the elders, and my family, ever called me.

"Pack meeting. Sam's house. Now," Jared sounded bored, but serious at the same time.

"Got it. Be there in 5," I said, jogging in the direction of Sam's house. If I ran, I could maybe make it there in 3 minutes.

"Alright, see you soon. I gotta make a few more calls."

"Bye."

I decided to run. If I took my sweet time to get to a meeting, Sam would have me patrolling day in and day out.

"What's goin' on?" I asked, as I bounded through the front door. Everyone was already here with the exception of Quil, who was probably with Claire or was actually taking his sweet ass time.

"Jacob has something to say," Sam said, nodding his head toward Jacob, who looked tense.

All eyes turned to Jacob expectantly, mine included.

"The vampire scents on Leah last night…." He started slowly. Everyone tensed at that. "They smelled familiar to me. I knew they smelled familiar but I couldn't figure it out last night."

"I thought I was the only one who thought it smelled familiar," Paul added, looking thoughtful. "I just didn't say anything 'cause I didn't know if I was just trippin' balls."

I saw Jared and Embry nod in agreement. Sam had his brows furrowed and his lips set in a thin line.

"I knew the smells too," Sam said. "But who?"

"The Cullens," Jacob sneered, baring his teeth.

"That's ridiculous," Sam scoffed, shaking his head in disagreement.

Jacob glared at him. "No it's not. I know what they smell like. It's them."

The Cullens. That makes sense. Maybe that's why the scents smelled so familiar, because I've sniffed them out before. And Jacob, as we all know, has had more than one encounters with them in Forks over Bella. If anyone knew their scents, it would be Jacob.

"But why?" Sam asked. "Why were they with her? Why did she smell so strongly of them?"

Yeah. If Leah definitely could have passed as a leech smelling the way she did last night. It was so strong and covered practically every inch of her body. The only thing that told us otherwise was the sound of her beating heart and the fact that she had not a single scratch on her. She looked completely unharmed.

"That's what I wanna know," I said, putting my head in my hands.

A few days home and my sister is already stressing me out.

"There was one scent that was stronger than all the others," Paul said lowly, watching Jacob with cautious eyes.

"Yeah, I was just gonna bring that up," Jared nodded. "Jake, can you tell which scent belongs to who?"

Jacob nodded. "Unfortunately."

"Who's scent was the strongest?" Sam asked slowly, tense.

We all sat tensed and watched Jacob's expression turn to one of pure rage.

"Edward," he snarled, before flinging the T.V. remote across the room.

a/n: Hello my lovelies! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter =) It's December! Christmas is almost here! Eat lots of Christmas cookies! That's what I've been craving for the past three days and I haven't had any yet =/ Please excuse my obsession with food, lol. Anyway, please review and let me know what ya thought =)