Okay, I really wanted to get another chapter to you guys, so I am writing this really fast when I am supposed to be packing! Enjoy! Reviews are great thanks!

Nola POV

She grabbed my neck and I felt my world start to close in. She had killed my father, and now she was going to kill me as well. While she had her hands closed around my throat, I thought of Embry. His voice seemed to jump into my head, and it was screaming at me to fight.

So I did. I phased, right then and there in American Eagle.

She dropped me, and I immediately grabbed her red hair into my mouth, shaking her back and forth. My mind was racing, and nothing was really processing. Was I actually getting my revenge? Dang, this dressing room was small.

I burst out of the stall, only to find an empty store and to hear a blaring a fire alarm. Still dragging Veronica, I ran. I ran till we were back in the woods. I dropped her only for a second to let out a loud howl, alerting the pack. A few seconds later, Seth and Paul ran up in wolf form, and then Embry. He phased back into a human as I settled myself onto Veronica, my paws on her chest, my teeth bared.

"Stupid dogs," she muttered, trying to get up. But I completely lost control and ripped her into shreds.

I looked sadly at the last embers on the fire. I had killed her. And now I felt so terrible and dirty. Truthfully, I had just done the world a good deed. But I was still in awe. I wiped my nose and tugged Seth's oversized clothes closer around me. When I had phased back, I had no clothes, and Seth's house was close, so he went and got me some.

Embry sat down next to me, and didn't say anything. He didn't look at me. But I was looking at him. And the fact that he would not say anything was bringing tears to my eyes. Was he mad at me? Had I done something wrong?

"Embry," I whispered.

He looked down at me, all rolled up in a little ball of fear. I must have looked terrible, covered in mud and dirt, my hair sticking up everywhere. I just wanted him to say something to me!

"Nola." He talked! Even if it was just one word, it was better than nothing.

I leaned my head up against his shoulder, and in a few seconds, I felt his arms envelope me. "It's okay. I know it scared you."

Oh, come on! I burst into tears, which attracted the attention of Paul, who was looking upset. Any idiot could tell he was worried about Quinn. Embry muttered something that sounded like "Go see her" and then Paul ran off. I looked up at Embry and wiped my tears on the long sleeves of the shirt. "Are you mad at me?"

His eyes widened as he turned so that we were facing each other. "Nola, why would I be mad at you? You defended yourself and you did a good job doing it."

"You seem angry," I whispered, looking at my feet.

He sighed. "I'm just afraid you'll get hurt and-" He stopped. "If you get hurt, I can never forgive myself."