-Emmett POV

Emmett grunted as he popped his shoulder back into place. The fight between himself and Constantine had lasted all of five minutes and for the first time Emmett felt as though he could lose. It had only been with Carlisle's intervention that Emmett had finally been able to go back to his mate's side and resume his role of pumping the venom back through his system. He had not even realized that his shoulder was dislocated until Carlisle pointed it out.

To be honest, Emmett had never had such a wound before, though it healed itself almost the second he popped it back into place. Anyone that could cause this much harm in such short of time was a force to be reckoned with.

Right now he had bigger matters to concern himself with. Blaine was alive, but only barely so. The moans that came from his body were heartbreaking but Emmett ignored them, he knew that Blaine was in agony, no matter what amount of painkiller they put in him. The venom would burn them away before they changed the nerves.

"Constantine, I need you to perform the pain killing spell."

Blaine's father let out a growl that could match a wolves and walked over to the table. Without pausing he shoved Emmett out of the way. It really wasn't enough to make the vampire move, but out of respect he let himself be displaced. Constantine laid his hands over his son and started chanting in a low voice. Emmett could pick up the words, but to him they were garbled. Even in this state of worry he knew that Constantine was speaking in a long dead language. After a moment, Blaine's moans ceased.

"That should hold him until the transformation is complete. You may resume what you were doing...Emmett." He paused before he said Emmett's name, making the vampire guess that he was still irritated. Emmett didn't have any time for that now however, he simply returned to where he was and continued pumping blood.

-Seth POV

Seth sat besides the dead body of his former lover. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and nothing he could do would make them stop. He had tried CPR for the past twenty minutes, but from the moment he touched the cold skin of Paul he knew it would be futile. He didn't know what to do, he was able to breath and that was about the extent he currently possessed over his body.

For almost an hour, he was there alone. Plotting, scheming, formulating plans to get revenge. He knew it had been a risk. Paul was too concerned with the politics of the pack, he had been so focused on getting into the middle of a maelstrom, that he had not considered drowning.

In the end however, he could not harm Blaine, nor Emmett. Only Paul had died, and already that was too much bloodshed for such a small thing. Seth knew, the moment he reached this decision that he was going to have to go and get help. Paul's body needed to be taken care of. Funeral with honors and all that, but he couldn't. He could not find within him the strength to call out for help, let alone go and seek it.

A small crunch reached Seth's ears. He looked up and for some reason that was beyond his current comprehension he laid himself over Paul's body. He didn't know who it was and he didn't care. For some reason, he felt the need to protect the body of his former imprint.

When the stranger was revealed however, Paul's body no longer mattered. For all it mattered the sun, moon, and stars might as well have walked through those trees. What he felt with Paul was an infatuation, what he felt for Blaine had been insanity. In this moment, what he felt for the man who walked up to him now...it was beyond love.

Jacob Black stood before him, naked, having come from a run as a wolf. His eyes were red and puffy, he was covered in mud and dirt. His hair was disheveled and there were a few scratches form thorns, but to Seth there could not have been a more perfect man. As far as he was concerned, Apollo Himself had just walked before him.

Jacob's eyes had been staring at the ground, but the moment that he looked up he let out a gasp. He had seen Paul's body, but that was not where the sound had come from. When he had locked eyes with Seth, that was when he had made the noise. Even though it was hardly an appropriate time, Jacob's cock started getting hard at the sight of Seth.

Appropriate or not, Seth had the same reaction. He no longer cared to bury Paul's body, he no longer cared about revenge. He had been wanting to go and check on Blaine, but now he would not give a fig. Everything fell away, and all that mattered was that at last, he was with his true mate. The way it was supposed to be. The way it had been ordained since the beginning. Blaine had created an anomaly by no fault of his own, and now things were fixed.

Having experience with imprint control, Jacob managed to get the proper people dialed to come and give respect to Paul's body, before he picked Seth up bridal style and carried him all the way back to Seth's house. Once there, he took the younger wolf into his bedroom and they proceeded to...what's the term? Fuck each others brains out for the next several hours. Jacob was always the pitcher, but Seth had not lived with the most sexually active wolf of the tribe without learning a few tricks. By noon, he had Jacob on his back, begging for release as he rode the older wolf cowboy style.

-Blaine POV

Finally. After so many countless hours, there was finally some relief. When your body is dipped in acid, you notice when the tips of your fingers have surfaced. He could tell that some time ago, Constantine had performed a spell to ease the pain, however, the venom had burned through that almost as effectively as it had burned through the painkillers.

That had been the problem of the last several hours hadn't it? The unpredictability of magic. Seth was crazed after his ass, Jacob was lost in the woods somewhere, and now his father had tried and failed to ease his pain...Well that wasn't entirely true. The pain had eased to something bearable at least. Before he had felt like thrashing and screaming to every God he knew to free him from life. Now it was more of just asking to die.

Now that the pain was lessening though, he was able to use the trick that Bella had taught him. She said that when she had started waking up, she had concentrated on Edward's voice and that it helped keep her sane. This is exactly what Blaine did. He listened hard and focused on that deep voice of his mate's with all of his energy.

"He's breathing on his own and his heart is strong. I told you he would make it."

Someone replied, but Blaine couldn't make it out. It was a droning sound. For the moment he only had ears for Emmett.

"No, Carlisle has a stock of human blood standing by just in case, but Blaine and Constantine assured me that he would be able to stick to a vegetarian diet."

Another buzzing of voices.

"Sorry sir, we were discussing his eating options. I did not mean to keep you out of the conversation. It's simply a habit."

Blaine's brain was able to process in one of the less painful areas of his brain that Emmett must have been speaking in a low voice that only a vampire would understand. His transformation was either far enough, that he could hear his lover, or his powers had been acting without command to listen in.

So all three questions were answered. We are nearing the end ladies and gentlemen, as a fun note, this fiction is now longer than Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I want to take a moment and thank everyone who wrote in with reviews and comments. And the faves and watches. I'll take suggestions for another fic for when this one is finished, I have a few situations in mind, but as always welcome opinions. I'd say ten more chapters.