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Chapter Three:

I woke up the next morning to the sun barely coming in through the cracks in my blinds. Apparently, I must have slept hard because I hadn't moved an inch all night. I smiled to myself as I got out of bed and stretched. My eyes became level with the naked-girl poster on the wall, and it all flooded back to me. I was in my twin brother's spare bedroom in La Push; I was with my real family. After I gawked at the poster for several minutes, my stomach growled, effectively bringing me back to reality. As euphoric as I was feeling, I sadly was still human and needed breakfast.

I threw on my yoga pants, sports bra and a t-shirt, before I slipped as quietly as I could out of my room and into the kitchen. Thank God! Embry had a coffee maker. Once I got the coffee brewing, I scrambled up the rest of the eggs in the fridge and started them cooking on the stove.

Embry didn't have a cheese grater so I settled for cheese toast instead of cheesy scrambled eggs. My head was buried in the fridge, as I tried in vain to find some sort of fruit or vegetable, when I felt Embry's body heat from behind me.

"What are you looking for in there?" Embry mumbled, before making himself of cup of sugar with some coffee.

He then collapsed on one of the bar stools at the island with a groan. His hair was sticking straight out on one side of his head and he had a very distinct crease across half his face. He was still half-naked but wearing jeans instead of pajama pants. I mentally winced, hoping to God I didn't look nearly as rough as he did.

"Fruit or veggies?" I asked, as I raised an eyebrow at him. He just shook his head, his focus back on his coffee.

"Not a morning person are you, twin?" I asked in the most cheerful voice possible, as I pulled two plates out of the cabinet. Embry gave a grunt, but that was the extent of his response, which made me chuckle under my breath.

I got Embry to smile when I put his plate of food in front of him; his mouth was crammed full before I had even sat down.

"Good morning, by the way." Embry finally spoke, sounding almost awake. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye before he shoveled another forkful of eggs into his mouth. I smiled at him, after taking a sip of my coffee.

"Good morning, sunshine! I hope you don't mind me pillaging your food stock." I spread my eggs over my cheese toast and took a bite. Yum. Nothing says 'good morning' better than grease mixed with some protein… followed by a good run, of course. Embry swallowed hard to clear his mouth of food.

"You can pillage whatever you want, as long as I get to reap the benefits. This is delicious!"

He had barely finished his statement before he crammed another heaping bite into his mouth. I smiled into my coffee. We finished the rest of breakfast in silence with only an occasional "yummm" or "this is so good" muttered from Embry. I couldn't believe how much he ate! I had cooked seven eggs and four pieces of cheese toast and there was nothing left. At least I had a better idea on how well to stock up at the grocery store. When we had finished, Embry rinsed our plates and set them in the sink.

"Thanks for breakfast, seriously. That was a great way to wake up. I have to head into the shop soon. What are your plans?" he asked, as I drained the last drops out of my coffee mug.

"I'm going out for a run, and then I'll probably head into the store to refill your fridge. If I have a ton of time left I might walk down to the beach or something."

"Okay. There's a spare key under the front mat I'll grab for you to use." Embry dug into his back pocket and proceeded to rifle through his wallet. "If you do go to the store, at least let me split some of the cost. I will be eating a helluva lot more than you." He grinned and threw a $50 bill down on the counter.

"You're letting me stay here; the least I can do is feed you. Plus I love to cook, so you're just allowing me to be happy." My sly smile didn't change his mind.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, Cassie. Just take the money." Embry pushed the bill closer to me on the counter and then walked towards the bathroom. After I heard the bathroom door close, I snatched the money off the counter with no intention on spending it. I didn't need his money, but it wasn't worth arguing about, so wandered back into my bedroom and dug out a pair of socks and my tennis shoes.

Once my shoes were on, I combed my hair out and threw it back into a loose ponytail. Embry was back in his room, so I took my turn in the bathroom. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I opened the bathroom door to head out and ran right into the unforgiving chest of my twin. The air whooshed out of my lungs as Embry wrapped me up in a warm hug.

"I knew you would want a hug before I left!" I could hear the smile in his words.

Embry had put on a black work shirt and he was even wearing boots. I had known him for almost twenty-four hours and this was by far the most clothes I had seen him in. As I wrapped my arms around his waist and smiled into his chest he squeezed me once more before releasing me.

"Have a good day then. When will I see you this afternoon?" I asked him as he turned to walk out the door.

"I'll be here around 2:30 or so. Do you know where the grocery store is in Forks?" Embry asked, as he buttoned up a few of his shirt buttons.

"Yeah, I passed it yesterday on my way in." I nodded, before grabbed my hoodie out of my room.

We both walked out the door together. Embry handed me the spare key before he told me to enjoy my morning. He left in his truck, heading away from the beach and waving at me before disappearing from view. I waved back as I finished stretching and took off at a jog toward the beach.

I had passed the Uleys's driveway and could almost see the ocean when I noticed the crunching of gravel coming from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and about five paces behind me was another jogger. A female runner to be exact and she was scrutinizing the hell out of me. When I met her gaze, her eyes widened briefly, before she elongated her strides until she was running next to me.

She was a few inches taller than I was and gorgeous. Images of Amazon warriors popped into my head. She had beautiful bronze skin that was slightly darker than mine, and her black hair was cropped short but clipped back from her angular face. Her bright purple sports bra and black running shorts matched her running shoes. I wanted to stare at her, but with my luck, I would trip and fall flat on my face. We were running side by side now; she had matched her strides to mine. She wasn't looking at me, so I focused back on the road in front of us.

"Umm… Hi," I said, as I glanced at her again. Random people didn't just come and run with you in California. Was this normal here? Should I be weirded out? She looked decent enough. Purple and black were friendly colors, right? They're also the colors of a bruise. Before I could think any more, the female spoke.

"I'm Leah. I'm a friend of Embry's and Sam's. You must be Cassandra. Sam was telling me about you."

"Oh…Umm…Yeah, hi. That's cool. I just got here, so I'm kinda surprised that people would know who I am." I tried not to sound like a dolt but it was strange people would already know me. Crap. I had been here one night.

"We're a close-knit community, and you're big news around here. Plus, I worked with Sam last night, and you do look a lot like Embry." Leah rationalized for me.

"Yeah, umm... we're twins apparently. So, Leah, you work security with Sam and Embry?" I asked, as I attempted to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I finally pulled it through my industrial piercing to keep it in place; sometimes piercings were helpful. Leah watched me out of the corner of her eye.

"Something like that, yeah."

When we reached the beach, I followed Leah who had veered off left from the parking lot. The sand apparently wasn't as rocky in this direction.

The burn in my legs lessened as my breathing evened out. I had loved to run on the beach back home. Inhaling the sea breeze, I let the salt burn my nostrils. The ocean was a beautiful contrast to the deep green forest beside us.

Leah didn't appear to be sweating or even breathing hard. Maybe she was an Amazon after all. My breathing seemed really loud in my ears; it made me self-conscious.

We ran in silence for another few minutes before I spoke up. I was getting ready to turn back.

"I think I am about ready to turn around, Leah. It was nice meeting you," I said, slowing my pace.

Leah slowed too and turned around next to me so we ran back the way we had come. She had a small smile on her face.

"You're in pretty good shape," she said, as she cut her eyes over to me.

I couldn't help but laugh. "If you consider sweating profusely and gasping for air, in good shape…Come on, you're not even sweating! We must have run a mile already..." My whining trailed off, as I had to inhale a huge breath.

"I'm really big into running. It gives me time to think and escape from reality… So Cassandra, are you coming to the bonfire tonight?" Leah asked, keeping her pace matched to mine.

"Yeah, I think Embry wants to show me off to all of his friends." Did that sound stuck up? I meant show me off like a new toy, not like I am something to show off…Shit…

"I bet he does. You'd better bring a bat. You will have to fight to keep all the horn dogs at bay."

"That's what Embry said. I don't want to make a big scene; I just want to meet the pack. He speaks so highly of them." If I had wanted to start my life over I was going to have to meet new people. It had always been a bonus that everyone thought I was a pretty face, but looks can only get you so far. Whatever. Leah's snort brought me out of my train of thought.

"The pack, huh?" Leah said, with an almost bitter tone in her voice.

"That's what Embry called his friends…I didn't mean to offend you or anything." I said, as I tried to fix whatever faux pas I had inadvertently stumbled into. Leah laughed at my statement, and when she spoke all the bitterness was gone.

"Oh no, you're fine. That's what we are; it's just funny to hear someone else call us that." Whew. Good.

"Are you going to the bonfire?" I asked, as we crossed the beach parking lot and got back on the dirt road.

"Yeah. I'll be there with the rest of the pack. Be sure to bring your game face; the guys are a bunch of idiots," Leah said. We had slowed our pace to jog once we got past the Uleys's driveway.

What was Leah's deal with Embry calling their group of friends a pack? He had made it sound like they all referred to themselves as a pack. Oh well. It didn't really matter.

I thanked Leah for the heads-up, and we continued to jog in silence for a few more seconds before Leah spoke.

"It was nice meeting you, Cassandra. I'll see you tonight." She veered off onto a driveway, which led off the road.

"Call me Cassie, Leah. It was nice meeting you too," I called after her.

As soon as she was out of sight, I allowed my breath to come out in haggard gasps. I wasn't used to chatting and running and it had given me a horrible side cramp.

It amused me how everyone was being so friendly. I had expected the worst, so this overly nice welcome was just strange. I wasn't going to complain. It was really nice, just the opposite of what I was expecting, but then again I had never been in an area with the small town mentality. Being the big news on the Rez shouldn't have surprised me.

Finally, I had reached Embry's driveway, so I slowed to a walk.

I let myself in and stretched while I chugged a glass of water before climbing into the shower. Once my hair was washed, I lightly blow dried it. I counted on the moist climate to help it dry curly, so I didn't have to do anything more to it before the bonfire. Once dressed, I headed back out the door.

The grocery store I had seen the previous day hadn't looked all that impressive, but I was positive it would work. During the drive, I couldn't help but think how wonderfully perfect this place would be if the sun would only shine.

It wasn't exactly raining, more like misting, and misting just enough that I had to turn on my windshield wipers. The clouds had thickened since my run and were sitting on top of the trees. If I hadn't been in such a positive mood, the weather might have dampened my spirits.

The grocery store in Forks was exactly like I had pictured it. Adequate. It was maybe half the size of the store I had frequented back home, but all of the shelves were nicely stocked and they had a good selection of meat and produce. I was picking out apples when the guy who had been stalking me throughout the store finally worked up enough courage to speak to me.

"Excuse me?" A slightly nasal male voice asked over my shoulder.

I bagged my apples and placed them in my cart before I turned to face him. He was exactly like I had pictured him. He was just a few inches shorter than I was with brown hair and clearly fake blonde highlights. His cheese-ball hair accentuated his watery blue eyes nicely. Maybe he had allergies. With any sort of personal confidence or some pleasant facial features, he would have been somewhat attractive. His eyes had widened as I turned to face him. Apparently, he hadn't been expecting me to turn around.

"Can I help you?" I asked, as I tried to sound polite even though his eyes raked my body, lingering too long on my chest. After several seconds of struggling, he managed to tear his eyes upward and was able to finally meet my gaze.

"You're new around here… So, I just wanted to introduce myself." He wiped his hand on his jeans before holding it out to me. "I'm Mike. Mike Newton. My parents own the sporting goods store next door."

I secretly prayed he had only been wiping the sweat off his hand before I gently shook it.

"I'm Cassandra." After I readjusted my apples in my cart, I got the Purell out of my purse and proceeded to squirt a huge glob on my hands and rub it in. Mike seemed oblivious to my rude behavior. He was staring at my chest again. For the love of God! I wasn't even wearing a low cut shirt. I crossed my arms over my chest as he opened and closed his mouth several times - nothing intelligible came out.

"Excuse me, Mike. I need to finish my shopping." I bumped my cart lightly into his, since he was blocking the aisle. Mike mumbled something as he proceeded to back his cart out of my way. Creep.

I hurriedly grabbed the rest of my groceries and approached the checkout. I looked both ways down the center aisle -the coast looked clear- so I jumped in line at the register directly in front of the exit. Still no sign of Mike, so I picked up an InStyle and started flipping through the pages. When I was next up I tossed my magazine on the conveyer with the rest of my food. If Embry had to work, I could use some reading material.

Suddenly, I smelled him. Mike had come up behind me in line; his Axe cologne burned my sensitive nose. The cashier had begun to ring up my groceries as I breathed through my mouth. Mike had been clearing his throat every few seconds since I noticed his presence, but I had been busy battling my fight-or-flight response.

Why couldn't he just take a hint? My brain was screaming at him, You're not my type! Go away! He wasn't getting it. Obtuse moron. I was plotting my escape when I felt his moist hand on my bare arm. What the… Ewww! Mike's slimy hand squeezed my forearm before he let it go. I stared wide-eyed at where his hand had been; I could see the outline of his fingers from the moisture he left behind. My blood was teetering on its boiling point, and my patience was spread beyond thin.

"I've got this for you. It's the least I can do if you are new in town." I heard Mike's nasal voice say.

Wait, what? Finally, I looked up from where he had touched me. The cashier had an apologetic look on her face, as she glanced repeatedly from me to Mike. She eventually took Mike's card from his outstretched hand and rung up my groceries. What the hell was I supposed to do now? Crap! That was $150 worth of food. I couldn't just be a complete bitch now. Ugh. An audible groan had escaped my lips which caused the cashier to mouth 'sorry' to me before she started to ring up Mike's own groceries consisting of hot pockets, beer, and ice cream.

Mike had been talking to me apparently, but the ringing in my ears had drowned him out. After I had taken several steps backward and gathered my grocery bags, I was able to focus on the words coming out of his mouth.

"…I think we should go out sometime, Cassandra. I'm really fun to be around and I would show you a good time. I'm really quite good with my hands, so I am sure I wouldn't disappoint…" He trailed off when he saw my mouth drop open; I had to slam it shut again to keep my gum from falling out onto the floor.

I took a deep breath, inhaling his vile cologne, which only helped to strengthen my resolve.

"Listen, Mike. I really appreciate you buying my groceries. You didn't need to do that, and it was very nice of you, but…" Mike had picked up his own groceries and was waiting to follow me out to the parking lot when he interrupted me.

"I would love to keep buying things for you. If that's what turns you on. I know this really nice Italian place in Port Angeles. Why don't we go tonight? I'll pick you up at seven. Wear a dress and heels; I like women who show off their feminine curves. I'll bet you have a smoking body under that frumpy shirt …" The bastard had interrupted me! Oh no he didn't! Screw not being bitch! He had royally pissed me off, and my shirt wasn't frumpy! The warmth in my cheeks and the ringing in my ears had gotten louder. This had gone far enough.

Mike was still talking about the plans for after our date. We were going to over to his "flat" which was apparently very new, and then we would be getting to know each other, intimately. I tossed the groceries into my truck's cab before I turned to confront him.

"Listen Mike. There is some confusion between us. Let me clear it up. I'll not be going out with you tonight. I have plans, and I'll have plans for the rest of my life. Thank you very much for my groceries, but there will never be a you and me. Do not harass me again!" I had got in my truck, locked the door and left my parking space before I had calmed myself enough to take a breath. I glanced in my review mirror. Gah! Mike was standing just as he had been –his mouth slightly open– but then he waved. I couldn't help it; I smacked the steering wheel –hard– several times imaging his face. My tires squealed as I pealed out into traffic. I hadn't thought I could have been more clear! Good grief! I fumed most of the way back to La Push. Unbelievable.

I had almost been tempted to take another shower when I got back to Embry's, but I settled for scrubbing my forearms with several disinfectant wipes and soap instead. After putting away the groceries I made myself a ham sandwich. I had eaten half of it and gotten to the article about how to include "army chic" in my everyday wardrobe when Embry walked in. He was shirtless and his boots had been kicked off before I had even turned around to face him.

"How was your morning, Sis?" He asked, as he opened the refrigerator and tossed his shirt in the direction of his room.

"Pretty good. I met Leah out on my run. She seems nice." I replied, as I closed my magazine.

Embry pulled out everything to make himself some sandwiches. He paused in the middle of spreading mustard on his 6 pieces of bread to stare at me.

"You met Leah…and she was nice? Really?" His eyebrow had quirked up as he questioned me.

"Yeah, she ran with me for a while. She was kind of quiet, but she seemed pleasant enough. Why?" I watched him go back to his sandwiches.

"She…well…nice isn't a word usually used to describe Leah." He shrugged. "That's really great if she was nice to you though. She is the bitch of the pack, usually. Thanks for going to the store, by the way."

Oh God, the store, ewww…but I just smiled. "No problem. It is the least I can do to repay you for letting me stay here."

Embry inhaled his three sandwiches and grabbed a soda out of the fridge.

"So, you ready for the grand tour? Quil wants me to swing by the shop so he can meet you. If you're up to it."

"Sure, of course," I said, as I gestured down at my outfit. "Do I, umm…look okay? Or should I change?" Embry quirked his dark eyebrow at me.

"You look great to me. You can change if you want. This is what I am wearing. Do I need to change? Half naked is the style up in these parts." He finished with a glance at my magazine and a grin. I couldn't help but smile back.

"I won't be going half naked. I just want to make a good impression with your friends." I said as Embry grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door.

"My friends will only be disappointed because you're not half naked! You have nothing to worry about; you look great and they can't wait to meet you. Trust me."

Once we were out of the house, Embry steered me over to his truck, a dark green Ford. The cloth interior smelled like a mixture of pine, oil and dirt. It was very masculine, I guess. Embry turned down the old school rock blaring out of the speakers before he rolled down the windows.

We headed out in the direction he had gone earlier in the day. After we drove for several minutes on the dirt road we came to paved street which appeared to be the main-drag of the Reservation. There was an old-school strip mall which included a small hardware store, a convenience store with a gas station, a liquor store, and a drug store that was advertising fishing bait. Embry's shop was visible long before we got there. It was by far the largest business on the block. The shop had four vehicle bays and a two-story lobby adjacent to the garage structure; I assumed the extra overhead space was Jacob's apartment.

Embry pulled into the parking lot and honked his horn before he shut off his truck's engine and turned to me.

"This is it. Rez Auto, the greatest and best auto mechanic store within 60 miles." He grinned at me before getting out and walking around to open my door for me.

"Wow, Bro, I'm impressed! This looks really nice, and like a lot of work." Embry beamed at my comment brushing his knuckles on his chest, gloating.

"I know. It's awesome." He stuck his arm out to me, so I slung my arm through his and we made our way to the open car bay. "Quil!" Embry yelled, as we entered the garage.

"One sec!" I heard a deep voice yell from the back of the shop.

A few seconds passed before a male, I assumed to be Quil, came out from the rear of the shop. Quil was about as tall as Embry, but he was built more like Sam –except bulkier and with a buzzed haircut. He looked like a football linebacker on steroids. What was in the water around here? Holy crap, all of the guys around here needed to be playing professional contact sports, not working as some security guards! As Quil approached us, I could see his eyes flick between me and Embry before his face broke into a huge grin.

"Holy shit! You weren't kidding, Em!" Quil exclaimed, as he held out his huge hand toward me. I placed my seemingly tiny hand in his and he squeezed it lightly before lifting it to his lips and kissing it.

"It's a great pleasure to meet you, Cassie; Embry's description didn't do you justice." Quil's eyes dropped down my body, which caused Embry to loudly clear his throat. Embry still didn't regain Quil's attention, so he threw his arm around my shoulders which caused me to stumble into his side. Quil barked out a laugh but let go of my hand.

"Take it easy, Em. I'm kidding." He held his hands up in mock surrender, before turning back to me. "So Cassie, how are you enjoying the Rez so far?" I could feel Embry's arm relax on my shoulders. I liked Quil.

"I haven't seen a whole lot of it yet. The beach is beautiful, different from San Francisco's, but I like it. The complete La Push experience is on my itinerary for the rest of the afternoon."

"The 'La Push experience,'" Quil gestured the quotation marks in the air, "will take you about thirty minutes if you go the scenic route –in reverse. Be sure Embry takes you over to the marina. Someone from California can appreciate the beauty that is my new boat." Quil winked at me when Embry rolled his eyes. "You're coming to the bonfire tonight, right?" Quil asked and I nodded. Embry had begun to tow me backwards out of the garage.

Quil chuckled and hollered after me, "See you tonight then! Welcome home, Cassie! It was a pleasure to meet you!"

"Thanks! It was nice to meet you too!" I called over my shoulder when Embry finally released me at his truck. I laughed as I climbed up in it and shut my door. Embry climbed in and huffed, which blew up his bangs.

"I'm going to be in for a long night," he mumbled, as he started his truck and backed out of the parking lot.

"Why? I liked Quil; he seems really great." I glanced at Embry.

"Oh yeah. Quil is very friendly. I'm not even worried about Quil. He isn't in the market for hot-date or a score. My other pack mates…Are you sure you want to go to this damn bonfire?" Embry cut his eyes at me before looking back out toward the road, and I couldn't contain my giggles.

"It's kinda nice having an overprotective brother, but seriously, don't worry so much. If your friends are as cool as you said they are, it will be fine. Worse case you can always hover around me all night at growl threateningly at everyone." I continued to laugh as Embry scowled at the road in front of us.

"I may do just that." I patted his tense arm, and just watched as the beautiful landscape passed my window.

Embry got over whatever protective issues he was wrestling with by the time we got within sight of the Pacific. He relaxed and started his personal narrative history of La Push. Embry would point out various spots and give his personal background on them. He showed me the dirt road where he had first learned to ride his dirt bike. The rocks where he had his first kiss were near the beach and just down the road from the Uley's house.

Embry's narration continued as we drove the coastal road. He very briefly gestured to the four dock marina as we drove by. Quil's new boat looked nice, but I was no expert on boats. The extent of my observation was his boat was white and blue and some of the paint sparkled. Embry didn't care to elaborate on anything else about it.

We pulled off the road at a scenic overlook above Third Beach. Embry pointed out Second beach, the beach Leah and I had run on earlier today. It was separated from us by Teahwhit Head, which was a huge peninsula of sheer cliffs, huge rocks, and connected islands.

Embry and I hiked up the trail that led to the summit of Teahwhit Head. The view from the top was stunning, and we stood looking out over the ocean for several minutes before Embry spoke.

"There was a shipwreck here in the 1940's. All but one of the crew lived. They never found her body, but she presumably drowned. If you come up here at twilight sometimes you'll see her at the base of the cliff still waiting to be rescued." Embry's voice was solemn, but I could see his lips turn up as he fought to control his smile.

"Really? Cool!" I walked right up to the edge and stared down at the insane drop.

I could see the angry breakers crashing against the rocks far below. My twin snagged my rear belt loop and pulled me backwards a few steps.

"I'm not in the mood for cliff jumping today, Sis. The water is a bit too choppy," he said, a smirk on his face and his eyes twinkling.

"You can jump from here?" My mouth dropped open as Embry nodded. I gulped loudly before I continued. "Holy crap! We must be a hundred feet up! You and your freaky huge friends might live after a jump like that but I think I would have to stick with the kiddie ledge."

My eyes were still wide as I stared down at the water. You would have like two seconds of "Oh Shit!" think time before hitting the water from this height.

Embry shrugged and pulled me into his side before he started back down the trail with me in tow.

"We will come and jump sometime, and you can jump from the sissy ledge." He elbowed me gently in the ribs. "There is another ledge about sixty feet up from the water, which would probably be fine for you non-freaky-huge people." I smiled at my twin, the butterflies in my stomach doing summersaults just thinking about it.

"I would really like that."

The sun was apparently going down. I couldn't see it through the cloud cover, but it was noticeably darker by the time we got back to Embry's truck.

The drive to the beach for the bonfire only took a few minutes, but I would have been fine if it had taken thirty. My nerves had started to kick in and I had been attempting to give myself a mental pep talk when Embry broke me out of my thoughts.

"What are you thinking about over there so intently?"

I shifted in my seat and flipped down the passenger visor and glanced at myself in the small-lighted mirror. My hair was still curled nicely and I didn't have anything on my face that wasn't supposed to be there –I looked fine.

"I'm just giving myself a pep talk. I don't want to disappoint anyone." Embry had turned to look at me.

"Seriously, Cassie? No one will be disappointed. They're all just are happy you're here and want to meet you. You have nothing to worry about. I promise! Trust me, okay?"

I was silent for a moment as I let his words sink in. Seriously. I had always been so confident. My confidence was my security blanket. Why the hell was it failing me now? I could do this. Embry had been nothing but honest. I just needed to believe him and be myself. I straightened out my shoulders, which Embry apparently noticed because he chuckled at me.

"That's my girl!"

I gave him a small smile as we pulled up and parked at a beach we had passed earlier in the day. How bad could it be? If the rest of the pack was like my brothers and Leah then I would be fine. I had taken another deep breath before Embry came around and opened my door for me.

AN: How'd did you like my introduction of a few more of SM characters? I did enjoy playing with them, and I'd love to know what you think *wolfy hugs* Thanks for reading!