I just sat in the car in complete silence. So much was going through my head right now:

1). Edward is a werewolf and has imprinted on Bella.

2). I'm on a hit-list.

3). Bella's on the same hit-list.

4). Rhett's a werewolf and has imprinted on Patrick.

5). Derek just killed Patrick.

6). I gotta get Crystal Kay's new single!

"Myren? Are you alright?" Derek asked me.

We had just crossed the boundary line into La Push. We were now speeding in some unknown direction.

"We're going to Sam's house so that we can sort this out," he said. "Just tell me, did you know that Patrick was Rhett's imprint?"

I shook my head. "I didn't even know that Rhett is a werewolf," I said. "I know Edward is, but not Rhett."

"What?"

"I didn't know that Rhett was a werewolf."

"No, about Edward."

"That he's a werewolf?"

Derek exhaled sharply. "He wishes," he said. "Edward's a vampire."

Vampires are real too? Damn! Does Forks and La Push have like all the Halloween monsters living within the city limits? Am I going to meet a mummy and a witch? "Did he imprint on Bella?"

"Vampires don't imprint. Just be extra careful around Edward. He can read minds."

Damn! "Oh. Then I kind of already pissed him off."

"Myren!"

"Sorry."

Derek pulled into a driveway in front of a nice looking house. Then he turned to me.

"Myren," he said sharply. "Do not, I repeat, DO NOT make fun of Emily."

"Who?" I asked.

"She's Sam's imprint. Sam lost control around her and now she has scars on her face."

I chuckled. "Does she look Two-Face?"

"Myren!" Derek screamed, grabbing my face and lowering his towards it. "Just don't say a word inside, alright?"

"Okay," I said.

Derek let me go and we got out of the car and walked up to the door. Derek rang the door bell and Sam answered.

"Hey," he simply said. "Just take a seat in the living room, we're about to start the meeting."

The both of us entered the small house (or maybe it only looked small with nine werewolves in it) and went to the living room. I was seated next to Derek and Seth. Derek put his arm around me, but I remained sitting up straight.

Sam stepped into the room. I looked around at all the people present: Sam, Quil, Embry, Jacob, Seth, Jared, Paul, Leah, Kim, Derek, and me.

"Let's start the meeting," Sam said as he stood right in front of the three couches that were all full of the nine werewolves and the two imprints.

"Did anyone need anything before we begin?" a girl asked as she entered the room from where was most likely the kitchen.

Derek squeezed my shoulder. I think that this girl must be the infamous Emily.

She looked at me and smiled. "You must be Myren," she said. "I'm Emily."

I looked at her face. It was so pretty, well at the half that wasn't all scarred and deformed was. I just sat there staring at her deformed face. "Nice to meet you," I mumbled.

Derek nudged my shoulder, making me lose my trance I was in over Emily's scars.

Sam cleared his throat and shot me a cold glare. I just rolled my eyes. If you didn't want people staring, then you shouldn't have sliced her up.

"So as I was saying," Sam said, "we've got a major problem. Four murders have taken place by a werewolf in the area in the last month."

"It was that freak Rhett," Paul interjected. I still found it hard to believe that it was Rhett who was killing everyone. He seemed so nice and peaceful.

Derek cleared his throat. "Just a few minutes ago, I…" He trailed off, as if ashamed to say that he murdered Patrick.

Everyone else in the room just sat there waiting for him to complete the statement.

"…I killed his imprint, Patrick."

To my surprise, no one seemed at all effected. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure that no one at school (except Rhett) would care that he was dead.

"I had to," Derek went on, "Rhett was going to kill Myren."

"What?" I asked as I shot up from my seat.

"He wanted to kill you after school," Jacob clarified.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked Derek. "This all could've been avoided if you told me. I could've stayed away from him at school and Patrick might even still be alive and I might not be on the list."

"What list?" Sam asked.

Derek looked down at his hands. "I was trying to protect you," he whimpered.

"Well you failed!" I shouted.

"Enough!" Sam shouted. "Myren, we should've told you, but you're not dead, so shut up. And Derek, inform your imprint on whether or not they're hanging out with a potentially dangerous person!"

I sat back down and let Derek put his arm back around me. "I'm sorry," he whispered into my ear.

I just shrugged.

"Myren," Sam continued, clearly annoyed by mine and Derek's argument, "tell us more about the list."

"What list?"

"The one you said you were on."

Oh! I completely forgot. I took the paper out of my pocket. "Uh, the police discovered this hit-list in a French class," I said. "It reads off some people that are hunted or had already died, like it has on here Violet Hamilton, Kristen Herel, Nathan Frankle, and Tom Brookes have died."

"Yea, those sound familiar," Seth said. "Violet was suffocated in the forest, Kristen was mauled beyond recognition, Nathan's decapitated head was found in the ocean, and Tom had his arms ripped off."

Nerd!

"Was it Rhett and Patrick who made up that list?" Kim asked. I was shocked to hear her speak. Usually, she only speaks to Jared.

"Most likely," Sam said. "Those two have always caused trouble, besides I've seen Rhett making a hit-list before, and those four people were on it. Luckily Emily tore it up and told him it was stupid to do such things, although it didn't help that much."

"Who else is on the list?" Leah asked me.

I looked at the paper. "Darren Peterson," I said.

"That guy goes to Forks High," Derek said. "He would always slam the door on Patrick's locker when he was there."

The next name was kind of smudged, so I skipped it for now. "Jessica Stanley."

"Can't we just let her die?" laughed Paul. "She's so annoying!"

Everyone laughed, but Sam who let out a growl. Then the room was silent.

"Me," I said.

"Big shock," Embry said under his breath.

I just rolled my eyes. "Mike Newton."

"Probably couldn't keep his mouth shut," Seth said.

I glanced over at Jacob. I felt a bit of difficulty saying the next name on the list. I knew that Bella was Edward's girlfriend, but I also knew that Jacob loved her. "There's, uh, Bella."

Jacob shot out of his chair. "Rhett's a dead man!" he screamed.

"Jacob calm down," Leah said in a monotone voice. She was probably used to him overreacting when it came to Bella.

"But he's gonna kill her!"

"Not yet, we have time."

I looked back at the name I had skipped and squinted my eyes to read it better. Once I did,

I glanced over at Emily. "Hey Emily," I said.

"Yes?" she answered.

"What's your last name?"

"Uley."

I sighed with relief. "There, that's good. Now Sam won't have to worry."

"Why?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrow.

I turned to face him. "Because, the Emily on this list is Emily Young, not Emily Uley."

"Emily Young is Emily Uley! She changed her name!" Sam shouted.

Oops. I leaned closer to Derek.

"We have to stop Rhett!" Sam said, a little more crazed this time. "Until we do, keep an eye on your imprints and make sure that they are under a constant state of watch."

After the meeting, I went over to Derek's house where I went to my usual spot on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Alright," I replied. "Are you sure it's safe to be here? I mean, Rhett knows that I'm here most of the time."

"Don't worry Myren, you're perfectly safe."

I rested my head on Derek's chest, knowing that he would do his best to protect me: his imprint.