L.P.O.V.

I slowly opened my eyes. The sun was tickling my face. All at once memories of the previous night came rushing back to me. Seth imprinting, the vampire, a long chase through the woods. Was Seth okay?

After I'd lost the vampire Sam had taken over and I'd been so tired that I went home. Sam had said Seth was alright when I'd phoned him from my house but did he really mean it?

I jumped out of bed and quickly put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. As I brushed my hair the smell of waffles drifted up from the kitchen. That was weird. There was only one person in the world who could cook like that. My cousin Emily.

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Emily, cooking up a storm.

I didn't know how to feel when it came to Emily. On one hand, I pitied her like most other people. It was hard not to feel sorry for someone with three huge scars down one side of her face.

But on the other hand I despised Emily. It was her who my boyfriend had imprinted on. I knew that it wasn't her fault but that didn't stop the bitter anger I felt whenever I saw her constantly cheerful face.

The scene in the kitchen, however, was not cheerful. Not at all.

Emily stood at the counter, making waffles, her face sad and tearstained. My mother sat at the table, her head in her hands and muffled sobs leaking out from where she sat.

"Mom what happened?" I asked desperately.

She slowly lifted her face from her hands and tried to say something. Before any sound could escape her lips it was beaten by a sob.

"It's Seth". I turned around. Emily was talking for my mother "he's really sick. Last night he started coughing up blood and he's been getting worse and worse ever since then".

I froze where I stood. Seth was sick? Werewolves never got sick (which was a good thing seeing as any doctor who saw my temperature would have a stroke)!

"Where is he?" I whispered.

But as I said it I knew. He was with the only doctor who knew our secret. Doctor Carlisle Cullen.

S.P.O.V.

My body was shaking and burning at the same time. Convulsions shook me and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I was covered in sweat and was vaguely aware of cold hands poking things into me.

Then there was an extra hard jab on my arm and slowly everything went black.