Authors note: Schools back on; so expect to hear from me a lot less. Someone told me that you are all studding over in the northern hemisphere so STOP READING until you have finished all your exams. Sorry for the long wait. I've been reading too much Fan-fic. But then if everyone read fan-fic and no one wrote it, there would be no new pieces. Oh, decisions, decisions. Very well then. Here you go. I don't know the difference between stair and steer so if I've got the two mixed up don't cyber shoot me. Also, I've decided to abuse the use of "T" and drop in a few bleepers in here. Under 14's need to skim this chapter after P's point of view. For future notice, Paul's view of things is quite violent. (Surprise, surprise.)

Disclaimer. - Stephanie Meyer owns the Twilight saga whiles I own the plot. I personally think she got the better end of the deal but never mind.

Leah's Point of View.

(L's PoV):-Just so you know, we are not supposed to like Sam.-

"Leah; patrol." Sam ordered.

"Again?" I ask in disbelief. He just looked at me. I sigh. "Fine. With who?"

He shrugged. "No one; just yourself."

"What?" Someone yells.

"That's not right!"

"Sam."

I smiled to myself. It was amazing to see my so-called pack brothers standing up for me.

A smug smile came across Sam's' face. He turned to them. "Are you willing to add another patrol to your schedule which won't add to your count?" My smile falls. What a basted. Silence fills the room; not that I can blame them. Sam turns away. "That's what I thought." He mutters.

"I still don't think that's fair Sam." A voice says from behind me. I turn; although I don't need to, to know who it is. I would know that voice anywhere.

I smile a small smile. "It's fine Jake." I look into his wood brown eyes. "Don't stress yourself over it." He frowns. Oh, how I just want to kiss those worry lines away Ok Leah calm down. It's just Jacob. You used to sit on his head and make him eat sand when you where little. Stupid imprinting.

"No." He shakes his head. "No its not."

I sigh. "Fine. It's not; you win. But are you gonna call up life and ask him why he's never fair?" He bites his lip. Oh his lips. Shut up Leah. Pay attention. I drop my bag and shake my head. "You know what? Forget it. I'm going." I reluctantly turn my back from my imprint and run out the door.

Barren, Life, Work, Sam, Dad. I pull all these things into me and suddenly I'm now running on four gray paws. I sigh. Another Patrol.

Fuck this.

Paul's Point of View.

(P's PoV):

"Fuck this." I shout at this. "Sam you can't just order your girlfriend around."

Sam gives me a cold, hard, stair. "She's no longer my girlfriend Paul. I broke up with her."

"No you didn't." I hear Seth mumble from under his breath.

Sam wipes his head around. Followed by the rest of his body. A glare is plastered over his face. "What was that Pup?"

Seth blushes and looks down, submitting unwillingly. "Nothing Samuel." Oh crap. That kid had guts; and he was going to pay for it if I didn't step in. Stupid brotherhood loyalty.

"Ok so she's not your girlfriend. We get it." I say. "But you still can't go treating a lady like that."

An evil smile crosses his face. "Leah. Is no lady." Sam corrects. "She's a bitch."

Jacob launches to grab a hold of Seth before he attacks Sam. Was Sam looking for trouble? "Man Sam." Jacob says, gritting his teeth. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

Sam's smile disappears. "What do you mean Black?" He says. "I'm just saying what we're all thinking."

"I'm not thinking that." Collin mumbles.

Brandy's' shoulders rise in confidence. "Yeah," he says, "me neither."

"She's still part of our pack Sam." Embry says. Ironic how he's always staring at her breasts. "No matter whom she was before."
Jarred nods in agreement. "Let's not make this harder that what it already is for her."

Sam laughs a dark, unnerving laugh. "You have got to be kidding me!" We just look at his in disapproval. "This is Leah we're talking about!"

I walk up to him and thump him lightly on the shoulder, leaning into his ear. "You're going a little overboard Sam." I mutter so no one else will hear.

He pushes me away. "Getting a bit soft are we Paul? What's wrong? Bitch got your tong? Want to have little Leah and Paul babies?" He laughs. I can smell alcohol on his breath. Then his face grows sombre. "Well you can't!" he yells. "She's my barren bitch! My Bitch and you can't have her!"

Seth rams towards Sam. I catch him just in time. "Seth he's drunk! Leave it."How could I have not seen it before? Stupid! Seth doesn't move.

Sam sneers at him. "What are you gonna do Seth? Punch me?" He laughs. "Go ahead Sethy-boy; I dear you!"

Seth grits his teeth, glaring at Sam. As though contemplating whether or not it's worth it. He swings back.

"Seth." Jacob warns.

"Seth, don't!" I tell him, but he's not listening. He lifts up his hand.

"SETH! STOP!" We all freeze. Including Seth. It was Jakes voice, but it had somehow changed. No. He couldn't have. He DID! "Seth, go home now!" Jacob ordered.

For the first time ever, Jacob Black, hair of Ephraim Black, used his beta powers to order Seth away. Wow. Immediately, against his judgement, Seth marches out of the house and starts his walk home. Poor kid.

"Coward!" Sam shouts after him.

Jacob turns to him. "Sam go to bed." He looks around. "Where's Emily?"

Sam's face breaks. "Her Grandmother is sick so she's gone back to the Makah reservation for a while."

I frown. "That still doesn't give you a reason to bully Leah, Sam."

Sam clenches his fists. "Why are you standing up for her Paul? You're my best friend; my right hand man!" I close my eyes and shake my head. "And you!" Sam points to Jake. "What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to my fuckin beta! Stop fucking with Leah!" I grab a glass of water from the coffee table and chuck it into his face.

"What are you doing to yourself bro?" I shout. "You're tearing this pack apart!"

Sam shakes his head. "It's that bitch who's messing with the pack Paul! It's what she's doing to me!"

"What are you talking about Sam?" Embry asks. "It's just Leah. No one special."

Jacob growls. What the fuck? "She may be a bitch Sam." I say. "But she's our bitch and our friend." I pause. Am I really doing this? "And I'm going to patrol with her." Guess I am. "See you around guys." I pause at the door. "Oh and Sam? Pull yourself together. I'm not gonna accept Emily as your excuse. You've been picking on Leah since she joined the pack." I don't pause to hear his reaction; I'm already gone.

Conclustion. - There you go, once again sorry for the wait...and the swearing. There Is a lot. Comment it. Tell me if it was more M than T ratted. I need to get advice to know what my readers want out of this story. Thanks heaps.

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