"Sam! Jared!" I called walking into the kitchen. "Cass. What's wrong?" Sam asked standing up from the table. "I just found a new wolf, I don't think he knows how to change back. I almost hit him trying to find Embry." I said pointing to the front yard. "I left him out there so I could get you two." Jared nodded and we all three went back outside. "I'm Jared, this is Sam, and that's Cassy. Do you know how to change back?" Jared asked looking the wolf in the eyes. It shook it's giant head and then laid down on the ground. Jared nodded again. "I'm going to change and help you change back. Cass go get us both some clothes from the house." Jared said before he jumped up in the air and changed. I went inside and grabbed them both a pair of cut-off jeans.
When I went back outside only Sam was standing on the porch. "They went into the woods. I'll take them the clothes, you should go in and get dried off before you get sick." I rolled my eyes at Sam's fatherly advise. "Right dad." I said turning around. Sam would be a great father, especially after taking care of a whole pack. I knew he couldn't wait for his son to come into the world. I went inside and borrowed some clothes from Emily. I stuck my wet clothes in the washer hoping that the mud would come out of my jeans.
I entered the kitchen after putting my clothes away and four people looked up at me. Emily was sitting in Sam's lap as he ran his fingers through her hair. She looked tired so I offered to help her into the bed upstairs. She leaned on me as I lead her upstairs and into the room. Within minutes she was out cold, I guess being pregnant made you tired. I went back downstairs to where the three boys were talking. "Hi, I'm Cassandra, but call me Cassy or Cass." I said sitting down next to the young man who had obviously just made his first change. "I'm Tristan." He said smiling shyly at me. He reminded me of a boy I used to know before I moved, he was always so shy, it was kind of endearing. "It's nice to meet you." I said extending my hand. He shook it and smiled at me. Sam cleared his throat which signaled he had something important to say. "Where are you from, you are obviously not from the Quileute Reservation?" Sam asked in his gruff voice. "I'm from a reservation of Cherokee from the East. My father was from here and when I changed he couldn't help me so he told me to find my way here. He said someone would know how to help me." He said looking at the tabletop. I smiled. "Why don't you call him to let him know you found your way here, and are okay?" I asked handing him the phone. He smiled at me again. "Thank you." He called his father, who was ecstatic to hear that he was alive and well. Then he asked to speak with Sam. He asked Sam to keep him here and teach him the 'Ways of the Wolf' was the way he put it. I almost laughed at that but Jared gave me a serious look and I stopped myself.
After an hour, we had everything worked out, I was the only one in the pack with an extra room so Tristan would stay with me. I would have to enroll him in the school up here, he was only fifteen and would be in the ninth grade, and then Jared would show him where they patrolled and anything else he needed. At a little after eleven I stood up and tried to pull him up with me. "Sam, we're going to go. I have to work the early shift tomorrow." I said heading for the door. I climbed in my truck and he jumped in the passenger seat and then I was on my way home. We got out and I showed him around the house, and to where he would stay. "Your welcome to anything in the fridge, but unless you know how to cook, I would ask that you don't use the stove without supervision." I told him seriously. I had let Brady use the stove once and he had to buy me a new one afterwards. "Okay. And thanks for helping me tonight. If it wasn't for you I would have been stuck like that for a while." He said laying down on the small bed. I had given him a blanket but it lay folded up at the end of the bed. "Don't worry about it. I like to help." I told him quietly.
I left the room and went to my own. I changed and laid down on my bed, I was almost asleep when I thought I heard someone sniffling. I got up as quietly as I could and went to Tristan's door. I heard it again and I slowly opened the door. "Tristan, sweetie, are you okay?" I asked sitting down beside him. "No, I miss my family so much. I miss my sisters and my mother and dad." He said sitting up. I pulled him into a tight hug. "Please don't cry. I cant say I feel the way you do, but I understand it, loss. But don't worry, after a while you'll be able to go back to them." I said giving him a smile, even though he couldn't see it. "Really?" He asked leaning back to look at me. "Really." I wiped his tears away, his eyes were red rimmed. "Now, stop crying because it does not suit you. C'mon, give me a smile." I said pushing his cheeks up with my fingers, he smiled at me and I smiled back. "Good, now you need to get some rest because you've got a long day ahead of you." I said pushing him back on the bed.
Just as I laid him down I head a growl from the doorway. I turned around to find Embry there shaking unsteadily. "Embry, what are you doing here?" I asked standing up and walking to him. "What is he doing in here?" Embry asked angrily. "Embry, you have to calm down, he just needed a place to stay." I said trying to get close enough to stop his shaking. "Whatever." Embry said rushing out of the house. He jumped from the front porch and transformed in the front yard. He let out a long howl and rushed into the woods. Tristan had jumped up and followed me to the porch. "Tristan, go inside and go to bed. I have to call Sam." I said pushing him as best as I could back to his room. I picked up the phone and hit the speed dial. "Sam, it's Cassy." I said when he answered. "I'm sorry to wake you up, but Embry just showed up and he's really bad Sam. He saw Tristan and freaked. He ran off into the woods." I explained the situation as clearly as I could. I felt like crying, the first time I talked to Embry in over a week and he left again. This imprint was taking it's toll on me. I sank into a chair at the table and laid my head on my arms and cried.