Haay, half term (: wooop.

Just to clarify Embry and Alora are not dating or anything like that. She only sees him as a friend, but does he want something more? oooooooh. 0_o

'You're looking for Seth? Really…?' I asked, my eyes flashing bright.

Corey nodded,

'I thought it'd help.'

And there it was again, that alien feeling – hope.

- ? Months Later –

Lots of things had changed,

The Cullens had left, well most of them had. Emily told me Bella, Edward and the little one Nessie had stayed behind, for Jake. Whenever Emily talked about Bella she always got a little reminiscent – Sam told me she and Bella had been somewhat friends a few years back when the lee-I mean Cullens left her.

Embry and I were closer than before, he was close to Seth and felt that he should look after me. The other wolves, Paul especially had begun to tease us, but of course we took no notice.

Things for me were better, and worse.

I was up, and out of hospital. The residents of La Push, werewolf and human had somewhat forgiven my brother and thankfully the pack had accepted him back into their ranks, though they were still painfully distant.

However, Corey still hadn't found Seth. There was no sign of him anywhere. My sister was finding it difficult to understand shape shifting, although she and Leah had formed an unspoken bond that helped my brother re-establish his relationship with the original female werewolf.

The clock flashed 5:59am as the sky on the horizon slowly began to glow a light pink, dawn approached. I had woken at 3 minutes past 4 this morning, as I did everyday and lay underneath the stifling sheets waiting for 6am to approach. As the numbers changed I slid out of bed, shivering at the Monday morning chill.

Padding quietly across the low lit landing in my odd socks I opened the bathroom door and locked it behind me. Turning on the shower I shed my pyjamas and socks then stepped under the warm waterfall, carefully washing my hair. It was long enough to sit on now, I hadn't cut it – Seth had said he liked my hair long.

Stepping out of the shower, I slid across the small bathroom floor and grabbed a towel. Dashing to my bedroom I changed into a long sleeved green top and black baggy board shorts. Leaving my feet bare I ran down stairs grabbing a box of ten muesli bars and headed out into the cool moist air.

Quietly closing the door behind me I walked slowly down to the end of our garden, with the trees looming over me. Placing the cardboard box beside me I tucked my knees under my chin and took a bite from the bar.

Leaning back against one of the trees that strayed into the bottom of our garden, I sighed watching the dull sun creep over horizon.

Closing my eyes I became aware of something, someone approaching. Un-flinching I opened my eyes, grabbed the box and smiled at the advancing figures.

'Hey, Lora,' the stockier one yelled, running as they got nearer, pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

'Alright Als? We thought we could smell a human.'

I smiled at Embry and Colin as they took a seat on the floor behind me, I glanced into the wood, searching for Paul who usually joined our 'morning mothers meetings' as Brady called them.

'Where's Paul?' I asked, turning to them as Embry pulled me into his lap.

'Oh- well, Sam gave him the patrol off so he could spend some…'

Colin trailed off, stifling a laugh.

'… alone time with Rachel.' Embry finished wiggling his eyebrows at me.

'Oh. That is… oh.' was all I could manage to say, before screwing my face up and shaking my head, much to the boys amusement.

'MENTAL PICTURE NOT NICE. Eww eww eww.' I yelled, whilst they sat there laughing their arses off.

'I'm never, ever, ever going to be able to look Paul or Rachel in the face again.' I shrieked, joining in the laughter.

It was times like these that I felt better, that it didn't hurt quite as much.

This was my last week of recovery. In a week exactly I would have to return to school and face questions, rumours and pity. I knew I would rely on the few human friends I had made, and the few shape shifters that still attended school.

Of course, the wolves would be the only ones who really understood what had happened, everyone else thought I had been mauled by a bear – just like Emily.

They would be told by the teachers, their parents and other pupils not to stare at the scarred girl.

The attack had left me scarred and not just figuratively, the angry red marks that marred my skin stood out, no matter what I wore. Unless I wore long sleeves tops and jeans the whole year, and I most of my wardrobe consisted of shorts and t-shirts so I would be pitied… by everyone.

Sorry for the short-ness of the chapters, story is slowing down. baaah.

Emmee.