Cammie's POV.

Chewing on a piece of gum, I slid my sunglasses to the top of my head. I looked at the piece of paper in my hand and made sure I had the correct address. Mom told me that C-Bear was at Emily's house right now. I smoothed out my shirt. It said "Laguna Beach CA 1987 Surf Competition Aeropostale". It was brown with orange, yellow, and white writing. I wore plaid short-shorts. They were brown, white, and crème. I fixed my brown flip-flops, and looked down at my royal-purple toenails. Well, here goes nothing. I rang the doorbell. I heard shuffling, and I saw Aunt Emily open the door. She looked at me.

"Can I help you?" she asked, looking me over.

"Aw, c'mon! You don't recognize me, Emi?"

She paused. "Camille?" she asked uncertainly.

"In the flesh!" I gave her a hug.

"It's been ages!" she said, breaking away.

"I know," I replied.

"Come in, come in!" she exclaimed, and I walked inside. Claire was playing with some Barbie dolls in the living room.

"Cammie!" C-Bear yelled. She ran up to me and hugged me.

"Hey, C-Bear," I replied, ruffling her hair. "Where's Jake?"

"Jake and his friends are off patrol--"

"They're helping out a friend," Emi said quickly. "How do you know Jake anyway?"

"He, Quil, and Claire came to my play. We met there," I said blushing.

Emi looked at me. "Well, I'm going to start cooking," she announced, walking into the kitchen.

Jacob's POV.

Patrol done. Sam thought. All of the other werewolves phased back, and put on our clothes. It was so hard not to think about Cammie, but I had managed not to. I didn't want to alarm anyone. Cammie was related to Emily, and she overreacted when Quil imprinted on Claire. So I wasn't going to tell them yet. I thought of Cammie. She was so gorgeous. Her blue eyes, her beautiful blue-black hair, her lips, her build…

"Jacob Black!" Embry yelled.

I snapped out of my reverie and noticed that Embry had been trying to get my attention.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," I replied quickly.

"Does it have to do with Bella?"

"Bella?" I asked. Bella who? Did I know a Bella? Bella, Bella…oh! Bella Swan! I remembered now. "Oh, Bella! Uh, no," I said.

Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. They all exchanged glances but said nothing.

"I got it!" Collin said suddenly. "He's really hungry and doesn't realize what he's saying or doing!"

I was hungry for something, all right. "Yeah. I'm hungry. That's it."

Collin pumped his fist into the air. "Ha! I was right!"

Leah shook her head and glared at him. "Idiot," she mumbled.

We all continued walking to Emily and Sam's house. Sam opened the door. "Emily, we're back!"

We all walked inside. And we saw Cammie, playing with Claire.

"Quil!" Claire exclaimed, and she ran up to him and hugged him. The whole pack, minus Sam, who was off talking to Emily, canvassed Cammie. Collin looked like a hungry animal, looking at her. Jared just blinked. A lot. And I heard him mumble "Kim, Kim, Kim," under his breath, numerous times. Seth cocked his head to one side. Leah's eyes showed a flash of recognition. Brady blushed. Embry stared at her. Quil kept looking at her, then looking away. Paul's mouth hung open slightly. I just focused on her blue eyes.

"Camille?" Leah asked. "Cousin Cammie?"

"Si senorita," Cammie replied, giggling. She walked up to Leah, and hugged her, oblivious to the guys' staring.

"It really is you," Seth said. "I thought it was."

Cammie walked up to Seth and hugged him.

"How are you doing, Seth?" she asked.

"I'm great."

Collin kicked Seth, urging him to introduce.

"Er, Cammie, this is Embry, Brady, Collin, Jared, Paul, you know Leah, Qui--"

"Quil and Jacob." She finished. "We meet again."

"You met?"

"Yeah. Quil, Jake, and C-Bear came to my play."

Embry, Brady, Collin, Paul and Jared looked at us with raised eyebrows.

"Leah," Camille sang, grabbing her arm.

"What?" Leah asked coldly.

"Can I talk to you? In private?"

Leah grunted. "Fine." And the two walked outside.

"Dude, she's so hot!" Embry said.

My eyes just narrowed and I sat down, waiting for Cammie to come back.

Leah's POV.

"Oh, God damn it!" I screamed.

Cammie was taken aback. "What?" she asked.

"Great, more of them," I spat.

"More of who?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Just fucking forget it," I mumbled.

She looked hurt. "What is your problem?" she said.

I felt bad. I loved Cammie, and she was a great person, and I'm sure that she didn't know…."the new me." After all, I hadn't seen her in years, so there's no way she new about the whole Sam leaving me for Emily thing. I know I'm a bitch, but how was I supposed to act? How could I be happy when I hear Sam thinking about Emily all the damn time? How could I be so bitter when Sam and Emily were so happy now? What the hell was my problem? Why couldn't I be happy for someone else for once in my fucking life? If dad were still here, maybe I…my mind drifted to dad. Dad would be so ashamed of me right now. With tears in my eyes, I started shaking convulsively. I raised my shoulders, and started taking deep breaths.

Cammie's eyes widened, and she backed up a little bit. "Leah?" she whispered. "Are you having a panic attack?"

I sat on the ground and brought my knees to my chin. I wrapped my arms around my legs and tried to steel myself, failing miserably. I was now shaking with more force than ever.

Cammie looked scared out of her mind, and she started taking a few steps forward. "Leah, I--"

I felt my clothes explode off of me, and I landed on four paws. I heard myself growling.

Cammie's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

She screamed, and fell back to the ground.

Jacob, the pack—minus Quil—and Emily ran outside. I figured that Quil had stayed in with Claire.

Everyone looked from Cammie, to me, and back.

"Leah! What the hell did you do?!" Jacob screamed. I growled and walked up to look him right in the face. I narrowed my eyes.

"That…that's not Leah," Cammie finally mumbled. She blinked, and shook her head in disbelief. "I don't know what the hell is going on, but that's not my Leah,"

I looked at her angrily. What did she mean it wasn't me?!

"Cammie," Seth said softly. "Remember all of those Quileute legends?"

"Of course I do!" she yelled. "But what does that have to do with anything?!" she paused. Her eyes flashed with recognition and she started shaking her head. "Wait…are you trying to tell me that…that Leah's a shape shifter?!"

Seth nodded slightly.

Jacob's eyes were scanning her face for a reaction.

She looked like mental patient Barbie. "Oh, right! Leah's a werewolf! I bet Jake over there is a mermaid! Oh, my bad, am I not being culturally correct? Mer-person! And we can't forget about Embry! Embry must be a vampire!"

Embry shuddered at the idea.

"And me! I'm half unicorn! What you don't know is that I'm hiding a horn under my hair!" she fluffed her hair—which was long and straight—and laughed. "Oh, oops, I just told you my deep, dark secret! Well, since we're all out in the open here, let's live our happy, non-human lives in somewhere secluded! Antarctica? Roaming a forest? Oh, wait, we're all magical—let's go move to another realm!"

By that time she was breathing heavily.

Jacob looked pained. Emily looked distraught. The rest of the pack looked down at their feet. She came to her feet. "You are all crazy. I…I don't want to deal with any of you! Ever!"

Jacob's eyes widened, the pack looked at him, then Cammie, then at him again.

"Oh my God," Emily mumbled. "I…I didn't realize it sooner…"

"Realize what, Emily?!" Cammie spat. "That I'm partially a unicorn? That's okay, Emily, you know now!" she fished in her pockets and retrieved some car keys. "I'm out of here." She stomped over to her Lexus, got in and closed the door. Jacob ran behind the car as Cammie started pulling out. She stopped, rolled down the window, and stuck her head out the window. "Jacob, how'd you get over to me so fast? I know you're a mer-person, but you're not in water!" she laughed darkly. "Seriously, Jake, get away from my car."

She honked impatiently.

"No, Cammie, I—I can't let you go like this," he said sternly.

She laughed. "You don't even know me," she replied. "Now go away before I run you over,"

"No, Cammie." He said, his voice hardening.

"Fine." And she floored it. Jake stood still, but got out of the way when he realized Cammie wasn't actually going to stop.

And she drove away quickly.