Firefly-class,

I have answered the relation question in this chapter. I am posting your response here, because I am sure others were wondering as well. ^-^;

Sam's POV

I watched as my Emily and my Leah turned into wolves. I was shocked; totally shocked. They were only slightly smaller than me, but still larger than the rest of the pack. Were they made for me? My whole world felt like it just shifted, again, when I saw Leah's eyes right before she shifted. Leah was a greying, but still black, wolf and Emily was an almost-completely black with reddish highlights. The highlights looked like blood was sticking out of her fur and, yet, she still looked beautiful to him; they both did!

In that moment, after opening the door, and before Leah shot herself, he was so afraid. He was scared shitless, and then, and then, he imprinted for a second time! As far as he knew, that should be impossible. Hell, girls being wolves should be impossible too. And, yet, here it was. They were both his imprints.

If the situation was any different, he would have laughed, but yet…here they were. Thankfully, he thought, although it was a random thought, Leah and Emily were not really related. Emily lived with a distant member of Leah's family, a fifth cousin or something, but Emily wasn't blood related to Leah. In fact, Emily's birth parents had both died a year after Emily's birth. Her father was Quileute and her mother was Makah.

Neither of them had any living birth relatives, so Emily lived with her godmother, the cousin of Leah, on the nearby Makah reservation. An odd thing to think about now, to be sure, but Sam's wolf was happy his imprints weren't related. Why? Because it hoped they grew to love one another, which was an odd thought, since Sam doubted they would. Hell, when they found out his imprinted on them both, they might just decide to leave him. His wolf whimpered at that thought.

Anyway, now he had to figure out what to do. He noticed the note on the ruined table, which was now in pieces on the ground, and quietly walked over and picked it up. He read it, growling as he did so.

Dear Sam and Emily,

I am sorry that I am not brave enough to face you. I am sure that an autopsy will probably be done but, if it is not, know that I am pregnant. Yes Sam, it is yours.

Why then, do you ask, am I committing murder and suicide?

I cannot bear to live without either of you. These past three and a half months have been hell for me, especially since that night of the rehearsal dinner, when I wanted to inform you and Sam that I was pregnant. Instead, I find my best friend making out with my fiancé.

Sam's wolf howled at itself in annoyance, knowing it was his fault that they did this.

During these past months, almost four, I have attempted to contact you. Both my father and Old Quil have advised me against doing so. This gun that I kill myself and our baby, Sam, is from him. He handed it to me after I told him I had nowhere to go. I had not previously thought of suicide, but he had already threatened me with banishment, if I did not leave the two of you alone.

Why? I do not know. No one will tell me anything about you two. It's almost taboo to mention either of you in my house, now. My father never looks at me anymore. My mother's quiet. I think she's drinking herself to death now. Seth, god how I love my knucklehead of a brother, won't even look at me when he comes home (which is rare) and, when he does, he spends most, if not all, of his time, in his room.

I feel like I've lost my family, and no one will explain why it was okay for Sam to cheat on me, with my best friend, and yet I'm not allowed to feel sad about it? What the hell?!

Sorry, just pissed off. I love you both, though, and hope I won't go to hell because of this.

With all my Love,
Leah Clearwater.

Sam was visibly shaking now. He couldn't believe it. The Elders were playing with their feelings. Fuck them! Were Harry and Billy aware of what Old Quil did? This was bullshit!

He growled and dropped the letter, running into the kitchen and through the closed back door, shifting mid-way.

FUCKING HELL! Sam thought to himself, FUCKING SHIT ELDERS!

The entire pack was shifted, catching what Sam was thinking. Seth growled, What the hell? Leah, is she alright? He asked as his brain uploaded everything Sam was thinking.

Sam didn't respond, his wolf taking over, as he patrolled the Clearwater house. No one was getting through.

Jacob sighed, Seth, get your parents and take them to my house. Quil, get your grandfather and mother and bring them there as well. Embry, Brady, and Collin keep patrolling. Paul and Jared, watch the outskirts of the Clearwater house.

Sam's wolf growled at this, not wanting anyone close to its imprints.

Jacob continued, Do not get too close, though, I would rather not risk anyone here, and that means the two of you as well. I just want to make sure no humans, especially Harry and Sue, get hurt. Sam would feel extremely guilty when his human mind returns; hell, his wolf wouldn't like it either, but right not it's in full-on protection mode. None of you are to speak a word of this to anyone, including the Elders, until after I have spoken with them. Got it?

Paul and Jared nodded their heads, running off to the Clearwater house, as the rest of them nodded as well and then went off to follow their Beta's orders. Seth had a hard time not running off to kill or maim Old Quil, or run home to help his sister but, in the end, he had to follow his Beta's orders. Not that he didn't want to disobey, but he had no choice. Oh, well.

It was an hour and a half later that Jacob stood at the entrance to his house. It had taken awhile to get the note from the Clearwater house, because Sam was still in full protection mode, but finally he was able to get the note.

Please Sam, he thought, while lying down on his stomach, to show he was not challenging his Alpha, It is to help your girls; your mates. The note will prove to the Elders that Old Quil cannot properly lead our people. They must see how he really is, for the safety of all of us, including your mates. Please?

Sam's wolf growled a little, but finally nodded, following him inside the house from behind, always watching Jacob to make sure he did not interfere with his mates.

Jacob walked inside, slowly picked up the note, looked it over, growled a little, and then looked over to the two sleeping wolves. He sighed and then walked back outside into the backyard. He reached the edge of the Clearwater property and then faced the house; sitting down, watching Sam who had followed him back out.

He shook his head, "What the hell was Old Quil thinking, Sam?" He shook his head, as Sam laid down as well; his ears still up as he listened to his mate's slumbering sounds, "I swear to you, he will not be an Elder by the end of this day," he growled, "one way or another."

Sam's wolf nodded his head, understanding and recognizing his Beta.

Jacob closed his eyes, "I need to rest for a moment, or I will shift and won't be able to control myself."

Although in full-on protective wolf mode, Sam recognized his Beta in this human skin, and trusted him enough to sit there. Yes, it was true that Jacob was born to be Alpha, but he had no desire to be Alpha either.

In fact, Sam and Jacob had been discussing a way to make Sam the Alpha, permanently. The problem? They needed the Elders to agree, due to needing to use them as conduits to speak to the previous Elders of the last pack but, so far, the Elders had disagreed. Well, to be fair, only Harry and Old Quil had a problem with it. Billy, Jacob's father, was unsure and wanted to have the spirits of the last pack; Ephraim Black, Levi Uley, and Quil Ateara II.

Well, like it or not, the pack and the Elders were summoning their ancestors; and if the Elders didn't like that? Too damn bad, Jacob thought.

A/N:

Yeah, I changed the looks of Leah's wolf, because I felt that the three of them (Sam, Leah, and Emily) should somewhat match. I've also added the colors to match a little bit of Emily and Leah's personality (Emily being fierce and protective, like a redhead, and Leah with somewhat greying hair, due to her normal maturity and to show her more maternal and loyal side, yet also to show how distinct and that she is an individual, and not an exact carbon copy of Sam's wolf).