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Bryce's POV.

Silence.

"Wait….what?" I sputtered. I was rightfully Alpha. Dad was Alpha. He had no other sons.

I was next in line, like it or not. But it definetly wasn't Bigfoot. How could it be Bigfoot?

And I refused to believe the beautiful red haired, blue eyed girl in front of me was actually Jamie. Because this is not the girl I've been in love with for two years. It couldn't be.

Derek squints hard at Jamie, and purses his lips. I can see the muscles in his arms tighten around Chloe, protectively.

"What?" He asked. Chloe looked overwhelmed.

Jamie sighed dramatically.

Disgust welled up in my gut.

"Your dad was Alpha." She said.

I almost answered, "Uh, duh," But then I realized she was talking to Bigfoot again.

What the hell?

"My dad was Alpha, Jamie." I said cautiously. She didn't even turn to acknowledge me this time. Kit coughed from behind me, and slowly stood.

Wiping soot from his cheek, he limped toward Jamie.

"Derek's dad was taken away." He said, obviously confused, and annoyed. The house behind us was smoking.

Jamie turned back around to him, a harsh look in her eyes, "Not before he was Alpha." She spat at Kit. Adele let out a harsh breath.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She barked. Jamie ignored her and turned back to Derek.

"And not before he knocked my mom up."

No.

What?

This was making no sense.

I shakily got up from the ground, and realized my leg was throbbing, and my ankle was twisted, but frankly, I didn't give a damn.

If Jamie was going to talk like she was on crack, and not even have the decency to look at me while she was talking about my Alpha position (even if I didn't want it), then I'd make her look at me.

I took one big stride, and then grabbed her by the shoulders. I spun her toward me.

"What are you talking about?" I searched her eyes for some point of recognition. But she still didn't look at me, letting her hair fall over her face.

Someone grabbed my shoulders, and flung me down on the ground. I heard a defining crack as my spine crashed against the pavement.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and waited for the pain. But it didn't come.

The sound of an ambulance-or a fire truck, I couldn't tell,- rang out through the street.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY MY… HUSBAND…" Adele screamed over the noise.

"BACK OFF. SHE'S RIGHT. NICK WAS ALPHA BEFORE DANIEL. HE WAS OLDER." An unfamiliar male voice screamed.

I cringed at the sound of my father's name being said by a total stranger who sounded not much older than me.

I took in a deep breath in as the ambulance, Yes, I could now see the white and red ambulance that one of the neighbors had probably called, rolled up next to the curb. As I exhaled I caught a scent, and held my breath.

And there it was, that familiar musky, woodsy smell. This guy must've been a wolf, though I didn't recognize him from the original pack.

"Are you saying…you're my…." Derek said in a no-nonsense tone.

"Sister." Jamie said.

I looked up to Derek quickly, stealing glances between Jamie and Bigfoot. They looked absolutely nothing alike. How could they be related?

Jamie had to be lying.

A bloom of shock and worry began to spread in my gut.

"And your next in line." The guy said. The ambulance siren had died out, and some EMT's piled out of the car.

"I decline." Derek said quickly. Chloe shot him a weary look, and he slowly let her stand. She hung onto him like her life depended on it.

"You can't back down. It's your birthright." Avril whispered from somewhere behind me.

"She's right." Jamie whispered, and then coughed to cover up her words as the EMT's rushed over to us.

The EMTs checked us all over, and although we were fine, they pulled us into the ambulance to take us to the local hospital, "just in case".

Jamie sat up front next to the driver, obviously trying to keep a distance from me. But that was fine. She wasn't my Jamie. I didn't know what was wrong with her, but she definitely wasn't the girl I'd been dreading leaving. She wasn't.

The EMT's asked us about the "explosion," and Chloe's Aunt had

I hadn't noticed that the other werewolf guy had taken off until we reached the hospital, and walked into the emergency room.

Tori was clutching Emmeline and Tristan to her chest, a little soot smudged on her cheek. Her hair was in disarray, strands flying everywhere. Her eyes were straightforward, almost as if she was angry.

Maybe she was.

Simon trailed behind her, looking deep in thought. His hands were shoved in his jean pockets. His hair was also messed up. He kinda looked like he got electrocuted.

Adele silently trailed next to Simon. She looked…empty. Her eyes were blank, and her face expressionless. It was probably because of the whole Nick thing….

I almost stopped dead in my tracks.

"Not before he knocked my mom up."

I looked over to Jamie, who was just a bobbing head of red hair ahead of us. I looked over to Derek next, who was trudging along on my right, and looked like he was calculating something complicated. Chloe had her arms crossed over her stomach, and worried.

"NICK WAS ALPHA BEFORE DANIEL. HE WAS OLDER."

"HE WAS OLDER."

Why would it matter if Nick was older than my dad?

Unless…

Unless Nick was my Dad's brother.

My Dad's older brother.

Which would mean….

This time, I did stop dead in my tracks, and Avril who was trailing behind Kit and Lauren (who were behind Chloe and Derek) stopped, too.

I ran my hand through my hair.

So that's why my room smelt of the pack.

The others didn't even notice.

Avril shot me a confused look from across the hall. I pursed my lips, about to whisper something. Then Derek turned around and shot a glare directly at me.

I held his gaze for a few seconds, and then he turned away and kept on walking.

I sent a weird look to his back. I can just feel the love, Cuz.

I turned to Avril then.

But she was gone.

Then a rusty, salty scent filled the air. I scrunched up my nose.

The back of my throat ached.

I shook my head, ignoring the strange scent. Where had Avril gone?

I craned my neck to see down the hall. She wasn't there.

Then, I heard the tiniest whimper, coming from one of the many door in the hall.

The door was ajar.

I turned back to check the group. They just kept receding down the hall; not one of them had noticed our absence.

And so, I ran to the open door.

The room itself reeked of the salty scent I had smelt earlier, and my throat ached again. This time, it felt more like a burn.

It was a standard white hospital room, nothing out of the ordinary.

But then, in the corner, I spotted a limp body, lifelessly sitting on the floor.

Avril?

"Avril?" I asked cautiously, afraid to go check out the body. Afraid it was Avril.

"B-Bryce?"

I heard Avril's scared murmur from behind me.

I whirled around to find her trembling, her bottom lip quavering as if about to cry. Clumpy red jelly was splattered on face, covering her mouth and a section

The salt smell was overwhelming now. My nose burned, and my throat was on fire.

I stepped back quickly, and Avril grabbed the edge of the door to keep herself steady. Breathing hard, I looked back to the limp body in the corner.

The same Jelly was pouring from the older boy's neck.

I turned back to Avril. It obviously wasn't Jelly.

"Bryce." Her voice cracked, and her face started to crumple.

I heard her let out a sob, and sympathy welled up in me.

I heard her gasp, trying to pull some air into her lungs. Then in a raspy voice, she whispered, "I couldn't control it,"

Then, despite the awful smell, I slowly approached her, and then wrapped her in my arms. She sobbed into my shoulder for another minute, but no tears came out.

Could we cry?

My throat burned stronger when she pulled away, and I couldn't keep my eyes off the…blood…on her face.

My fingers twitched, and I resisted the urge to touch her cheek, to wipe some of the red liquid off and just take one little taste, only to quench the thirst….

I took a step back again. No.

Avril wiped her face on her sleeves, soaking them in blood. I turned at stared at the limp body, my nose still burning.

"What are we going to do with…?" She asked, her voice still shaky. I bit my lip.

"Avril?" Simon called.

I whirled back around, and rushed to the door frame. I leaned out into the hall. Sure enough, Simon was standing there, Tori with the babies standing only a few feet behind him. Everyone else was god-knows-where.

I turned back to Avril, and after shooting an unsure look at the corpse, sighed. "We leave him there."

Avril looked at me like I'd just grown another head. "What?"

"They won't know it was you. They have no evidence. It was just a….brutal murder. We have to time." I grabbed her arm, and started to cart her out into the hallway. She wiped her mouth and cheeks again, and there was no evidence at all from what had just happen whatsoever.

Well, except, of course, the God awful smell and the guilt that was evident on Avril's face.

Chloe's POV.

After the rather quick check-up, (the whole time I was shaking, scared the doctor would somehow know I was pregnant and would announce it out loud) Kit and Aunt Lauren decided to rent out a hotel room. After all, our house was sorta damaged.

Mixed feelings raged through me. Confusion. Fear. Anger, or some sort. Happiness. Nervousness.

I was pregnant.

But Derek was Alpha of the pack. And this Jamie girl…she was his sister.

Like we needed more realities.

Saying Derek was on edge would be the understatement of the year.

In the car, he kept his arms around me, whipping his head around every five second to look back and Avril or Bryce.

When we pulled into the motel parking lot, Aunt Lauren and Kit got out to go get rooms, while everyone else stayed in. I suddenly felt a pang of remorse for Adele, who ever since the revelation Nick had had other kids, had been way out of it. She seemed lifeless.

I wondered how I would feel if I found that out about Derek. I cringed, just imagining that.

Everyone was silent in the car. Then, slowly, The left car door opened. Jamie stumbled out, and then, before slamming the door, shot Derek a knowing look. After she slammed it, I turned to look up at Derek. He looked grim.

"What…?' I whispered.

He looked down at me and swallowed. "I'll be right back." He whispered, and then kissed the top of my head. He slowly untangled his arms from mine, and opened the door. He gave me a sad look when he was outside before he shut the door.

My gut did a nasty little nervous flip.

I stared intently down at the ring on my finger, trying to distract myself from the fact I was alone in the car with Adele, Tori and Simon, and they didn't know about my pregnancy.

But the ring didn't bring anything up but more problems and worries. Would Derek and I even be able to marry?

I looked outside, and craned my neck, looking for him. I sighed.

What did being alpha mean? How would it complicate things? Would we have to move in with the pack?

I switched gazes to my stomach. Would it even be safe for me to be near a pack, pregnant?

I then realized I was possibly carrying future Alphas.

I closed my eyes. Simon let out a sigh from the back of the car, and Avril said something about going to check on Kit.

But I didn't pay attention. I closed my eyes, and pretended that everything was okay. That everything would be okay.

Before Derek told me about being Alpha about an hour later.

I pretended everything was okay while I still could.

Derek and I were silent for a while.

I sat on the bed in our separate room, playing with my fingers, sliding the ring on my finger up and down, up and down, Up-Did we have to move? Down- When were the Edison Group going to make their next movie? Up-What had Jamie told Derek? Down- Was Jamie working for the EG?

Derek rummaged through the dresser. I knew he wasn't really looking for anything-he was just trying to make the silence less awkward.

I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He just kept opening drawer after drawer, running his hand through his hair over and over, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"What'd she say?" I blurted out.

Derek stiffened, slammed another drawer, and then slowly turned to me. He looked like he was dreading this moment. He slowly walked over, his white undershirt moving with his muscles, his jeans scrapping against the white carpet. In the tense silence, all my senses seemed to heighten.

He slowly sat down next to me, though he kept his eyes away. Not a good sign.

"Good first or bad?" He asked quietly.

I opened my mouth to answer, when he shook his head. "Good."

I swallowed, and then slowly nodded, agreeing with him. We'd had so much bad news lately, I needed something to brighten my mood.

If the news was actually able to do that.

"The werewolves are going to fight with us."

I blinked, and then slowly, comprehension grew on me, and a grin spread on my face. "They are?"

Derek turned to look at me and nodded. "We fight in five days."

My heart stopped.

Only five days?

"Was that the bad news?" I asked quietly.

He looked grim again. "No." He whispered. He slowly picked up his hand, which was resting on the bed sheet, and picked up mine. Then he placed our hands on my stomach.

He stared into my eyes for a few minutes, and I tried to mentally and emotionally prepare myself for what he was about to say.

He cleared his throat.

"I have to leave."

I blinked a few times. Huh?

Then, as slow as ever, numbness took over.

"Leave?" I asked, narrowing my eyes and pursing my lips. "How long?" I asked.

His nostrils flared for a second.

"A year." He whispered.

The numbness was gone.

I felt frozen. There was nothing in me. My joints locked up, and I found no point in moving.

A year? Without Derek? Being Pregnant?

I couldn't speak.

"I-In order for the pack to help us," He said, his voice raspy. He took his other hand and caressed my face. "I, Alpha, have to at minimum be there for a year. It was going to be five, but I managed to lower that, thank God." He talked low, like he didn't want to believe it either.

I couldn't really process what he said. Derek was leaving.

For a year.

"I-" My voice cracked as I tried to speak again. I took a quavering breath. "I'm coming with you."

He looked at me with those green eyes I had known so well. Those green eyes I had met a Lyle house. Those green eyes that had carried me over fences and through yards when the Edison Group had first been after us.

Those green eyes that had been worried about me when he was the one changing. Those green eyes that had saved me from werewolves, and had hummed me to sleep when we were stow-always' in the back of that truck. And now, those same green eyes that had proposed, that had found me crying when Simon left me in the forest, well those green eyes were leaving me.

And I wouldn't be able to handle it.

Derek shook his head quickly. "Chloe, there's no way in hell I'm going to let you go to the pack. They could kill you." His voice broke on the word "kill."

"But you can't leave. You can't, I can't do this alone, Derek." I was tearing up now.

He ripped his hands from mine and grabbed me by the elbows. He dragged me closer to him. "I'm so sorry, Chloe." Was all he said.

And I cried.

Because there was no way to rewind this. We couldn't stop it, and I knew it. And it was killing me.

So I just laid there, all night, in his arms, weeping. For me. For him. For our children.

I didn't know what time it was when I fell asleep. But I gladly accepted the dark, dreamless abyss. I needed to get away.

But my sleep wasn't totally blackness and nothing else.

Brokenly and faintly, I could hear Derek humming "Day Dream Believer", his voice mimicking the exact hopelessness I felt.

I almost cried writing this chapter. Damn, im depressed!

Alright guys, this was hard to write. Not the Derek and Chloe part, but all of it. I literally have no idea what im going to do next chapter. Im very busy now, with soccer and I have a report due.

I'm very sorry to say I have some bad news myself.

I'm afraid I might not be able to write the next chapter till the weekend of October first. I have a huge s.s. report due, and its seven pages long. I haven't even started yet.

I want to give you guys my all, and I can't do that when I have to do something else.

I MIGHT be able to still write….we'll see!

Oh, and there will most likely be less than twenty chapters in this story. I mean, we have five days till the final battle, so more than likely our story is gunna start to wrap up soon….

Though I have this idea about writing a story from one of Chloe's kid's POV….

But enough about that!

Now is around the time I need BABY NAMES! YAY! J

SO, Baby name suggestions? Baby predictions? How many? What Gender?

What about poor Derek and Chloe? Jamie? The werewolves? Avril? The vampire stuff is starting to kick in!

Predictions? Suggestions? Reviews? Reactions?

(believe me, I don't want Derek to leave either L )

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