Jacob's POV.

I just looked after her car. I'm not sure what my expression was, but it couldn't have been one of joy. Now Cammie was gone. Possibly forever. And I was feeling a bit suicidal. My Cammie, my beloved Cammie, who was now my everything, my life, my whole reason for being here, now wanted nothing to do with me due to Leah's bitchiness. Did she decide to ruin my life because an imprinting ruined hers? What a sick, hypocritical bitch!

"This is all your fault, Leah!" I screamed at her.

She responded by shaking her head and growling.

"Do you know what you've just done?! I'LL KILL YOU!" I yelled, making my way over to her.

"Jake, calm down!" Embry yelled. Embry, Brady, Collin, Paul, Sam, and Seth all had to hold me back. I really must've looked like I was going to kill her.

I started growling and kicking—let me at her, let me at her!

Tears the size of baseballs formed in Leah's eyes, and she ran off.

"Let me after her!" I bared my teeth.

"Jake, no! Just…" Emily thought. "Stay here. If I know Cammie, she'll be back and ready to apologize in a few hours. Chill. You've obviously imprinted on her. She'll be back. And Leah will come to her senses." Emily said matter-of-factly.

I took a deep breath. "Fine."

They let me go, and I stormed into Emily's house angrily.

Cammie's POV.

In a fit of blind rage, I drove. I drove fast, and far, I assumed. Somehow, I made my away to Port Angeles. Well, great. I had a loaded debit card, a can of pepper spray, a GPS, and a car full of gas that'd get me somewhere, fast. What would calm me down? Hmm…some retail therapy! I scanned. I'd been to Port Angeles a few times, some years ago. If my memory served me right, there was a Delia's and an Aeropostale close. On my GPS, I looked up the closest Delia's and drove to it. I walked in and started looking around, and thought. Maybe I hallucinated earlier. Or maybe I was dreaming. Maybe I still was. I can't believe I yelled at Jake and everyone like that. But…put yourself in my shoes! Being told that your cousin wasn't a human is very…hard to take in, for an extreme lack of words. Seeing it makes you think you're crazy. Maybe I am crazy. And it was even crazier that the wolf seemed like the wolf outside my room last night.

Emily's POV.

"Jake," I said uncertainly. I shifted my weight. I just got off the phone with Alicia. She had been frantic, and asked me if I knew where Cammie was. I'd covered for her, telling Alicia she was staying here for the night.

"What?" he snapped, sensing the tension.

I bit my lip. Jake was spread out across the couch. The pack members were spread out variously—Jake had calmed down a little bit. Just a little bit.

"Spit it out," he demanded.

"Cammie…Cammie is missing."

Everyone caught this and stared at Jake. His lips parted and he paused as if what I said didn't register. "WHAT?!" he shouted.

"Her mom just called me. She asked me if Cammie was here, because she hadn't heard from Cammie at all, so I covered for her. But we sure as hell know she's not here, and she's not with her mother. So where could she be? She doesn't know anyone else."

He growled. "I'm going to kick Leah's ass," he said, and stood up and Seth and Quil held him back once more. "After I go find Cammie!" he shook them off with more force than necessary.

"Jake, hold on," Sam instructed. "We'll all go look for her. Seth, you'll go find Leah and convince her to help. Or at least try to. After you spend a certain amount of time on Leah go look for Cammie. Everyone else can go look for her now. We should all split up for good measure." The pack nodded, and Jake phased right there and ran out the door.

Cammie's POV.

After shopping for about an hour, I purchased my clothes and went to an Aeropostale. I shopped there, too. Then to Victoria's Secret. I walked out, and noticed a sandy blond-haired guy with his hair pulled into a ponytail was staring at me. His eyes were red—oh my God, was he drunk?—and he was staring intently at me. I steeled myself and continued walking.

"Where ya going in such a hurry, sweet cheeks?" he called.

Okay, so I had begun walking faster. I ignored him.

He caught up to me quickly and grabbed my arm. "Don't be like that," he grinned.

"Just let me go," I replied, trying to yank my arm free.

"You like shopping, I see," he said.

I squirmed.

He frowned. "Aw. I really was trying to get to know you better." He sighed. "I really do like to have a good connection with my victims—I like to understand them."

I froze. He was trying to get to know me. Past tense. As in, he was done talking now. And his victims…oh God. I gulped, and swiftly pulled my pepper spray out of my pocket with one hand and aimed it at his eyes. "I have pepper spray."

"Go ahead and spray." He chuckled. "I dare you."

And so I sprayed. And nothing happened. I dropped my pepper spray out of shock.

"See, I'm not like most people," he said. His eyes seemed to darken a shade. "Those types of things won't work on me." he grinned, and ran his tongue over his teeth. "And I don't eat what you would consider 'normal' food." He pulled me closer to him by one of my arms, and my other arm held shopping bags. His breath was freezing cold against my neck, and he was watching my expression. "Goodbye." He said. He opened his mouth wide, and revealed his teeth. Or should I say fangs? He was taking his sweet, precious time, letting them get closer and closer to me, preparing them to sink into me. I felt tears welling up. I was about to die and never see Leah again. Even though I wasn't quite over what happened, I didn't want to die and end on that note. Jake…I was never going to see Jake again. That killed me inside, for some reason beyond me. Quil, C-Bear, Emily, Jake, Collin, Brady, Leah, Embry, Paul, mom, dad…I was never going to see them again. God, please, make sure they know I love them all. His teeth were less than a centimeter from sinking into my neck. I could see that he was letting the angst build up. I could tell he was a sadist. Tears unwillingly streamed from my face. My fists clenched at my sides.

"Leah, I'm sorry! I love you!" I screamed. "And now I'm about to die! I'm sorry, everyone!" I yelled. Suddenly, a giant wolf with jeans strapped to one leg ran towards me and jumped onto the guy who was about to kill me. Or bite me. Or whatever the hell he was about to do. The guy's grip on me was broken, and I ran forward a bit, a safe distance from the guy, and I stared at the wolf. It was the exact same one that was outside my house the previous night. That couldn't have been a coincidence. The wolf picked up the pepper spray in its mouth and tossed it towards me. He bit and clawed the guy, they fought. The guy managed to get away at a lightning fast pace, and the wolf hesitated in front of me. His eyes showed concern. "Who…who are you?" I asked.

The wolf ran behind a tree and slipped on its pants. Then appeared Jacob Black. He crossed his arms and leaned against the tree.

"Jake," I breathed. "Jake!" I dropped my bags, ran up to him, and wrapped my arms around him. I felt tears dropping from my face. "J-J-Jake! Thank you! I-I was s-s-so scared! I thought I was ne-ne-never going to see you guys again!" I continued crying, and his hot, muscular arms wrapped around me. It felt so right.

"Thank God I got to you in time," he whispered.

"So werewolves really are real," I mumbled.

"Vampires are, too," he replied. "The person who just tried to kill you was a vampire."

I shuddered. "Thank you so much," I said.

He paused for a moment. "I suppose you want some time alone." He said, preparing to leave, and I grabbed his hand. "Jacob Black, you just saved my life. The least I can do is give you a ride home. And I'm not going to take no for an answer." I picked up my bags with my other hand and I walked back to my car. I put my bags in the trunk of my car, and let go of Jake's hand. "Actually, can you drive us back? I'm kind of shaken up."

"Of course." I tossed him my keys and I got in on the passenger side. I popped in one of my CDs and leaned back.

"You listen to pop?" he asked, and I nodded. I realized that P!nk was what I put in.

"My favorite music genre is pop." I took deep breaths. "I'm going to stay at Emily's house tonight. Will you stay, too? I keep thinking that my almost-killer is going to come back for me."

"He won't be getting within ten feet of you." He said, his tone hardening.

"Please?" I asked.

He thought. "Sure, sure." He pulled out a cell phone and started calling someone.

Wow. In my second day here, I almost died, and found out that vampires and werewolves are. Jacob Black saved my life. And for that, I was truly grateful. I looked at Jake out of the corner of my eye. My eyes roamed him. From his short, cut, black hair, to his deep brown eyes, his mouth, his chest, to his feet. I hoped he didn't notice me checking him out. I really, really liked him for some impossible, unfathomable reason. Of course, I wasn't going to tell him that.