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A/N: Hello again everyone! I apologize for the REALLY long wait, and for the REALLY short chapter. I'm stuck with stupid exams at the moment. Thank you to my amazing beta NyxsReincarnation, and thanks for the reviews :D Enjoy x

Recap: Chapter Five, "Listen Embry, you're never gonna see me again. None of you will. So please look after Charlie for me, okay? And tell the Pack I love them." I paused as a sob passed through my lips. "I'm going to miss you, Em. Love you," I said, and pressed the 'end call' button. This was it, I repeated in my mind. This was my final goodbye to Embry, maybe forever.

Chapter Six: Immediately my throat was on fire and, without even thinking about it, I charged into the room with my eyes focused on Callie's jugular.

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Chapter Seven – Clara?

I was done crying after a few minutes. It was a good thing that I had called Embry. He knew now that I was alright.

I walked back to Keith and handed him his cell. "Thanks," I said, giving him a small smile. I turned and left the store before he could say anything.

As I moved to the door I caught a glimpse at one of the local newspapers. Iwas shocked when I noticed it was Sunday, two days since I'd last been home. I bit my lip and continued walking until I was finally outside again. I breathed in the cool, clean air.

As I walked slowly back to Jason's house, unwelcome thoughts plagued my mind. Would the La Push pack be able to trace the call? Is Charlie going to be alright? What happens with Victoria? What could I tell my Pack?

These thoughts continued on and on without stop, and my mind became muddled with confusion, sadness, panic, anger at me – and at my parents, seeing as my mom had to have been unfaithful to my father to conceive me.

When I arrived at the Alpha's house, it was eerily silent. I was instantly worried, seeing as the last two days that I had been there, not once had it been as silent as it was now. I faltered on the steps leading to the front door, not sure if I should enter the house or not. What if something bad had happened? I breathed in deeply and tried to listen if anything was going on in the house. There was one slightly faint heartbeat. With caution, I continued up the steps and entered through the mysteriously broken down door. The hallway was empty. As I walked, I happened to look down at the wooden floor and I stilled with shock. Deep claw marks were raked into the wood, so deep and large that I knew it had to be the wolves. I crouched down and traced my hand gently over the grooves in the wood, a worried frown on my face. What had caused the wolves to phase right here in the house? I stood up again and continued on to the lounge. As I walked I noticed a sickly sweet smell that burned my throat and stung my nose and eyes. I clenched my fists to keep my shaking under control and entered the lounge, only to once again stop in shock. The room was completely destroyed. The couches were overturned and torn apart; the beautiful curtains were in tatters, the large TV had fallen down the table and had a large crack running the length of the screen, and the floor was once again covered in claw marks. I walked slowly to one of the overturned couches, which was where the faint heartbeat was coming from. I reached the couch and took a deep breath, noticing absentmindedly the heavy smell of blood and leech in the air. With a slightly shaking hand, I turned the couch to see who it was. Golden blonde hair matted with blood was spread beneath a pale face that I recognised as Clara's – the girl from South Africa that had killed her own brother. She was wearing tight skinny black jeans and a purple tank top that was soaked with dark blood. Clara's pale face was covered in blood and she had a nasty cut running from her right temple across her lips. Instantly I had the urge to either throw up or faint, but I quickly pushed it away. Clara was possibly dying and here I was, feeling sick at the sight of her blood.

I crouched down next to her and took her shaking right hand into my own. "Clara?" I whispered softly, wanting to see if she was conscious. "Clara, can you hear me? If you can, squeeze my hand. It's important."

The only response that I got was a pain-filled moan. I gently shook the pale fifteen-year-old, willing her to open her eyes. "Clara, please."

Clara's eyes finally cracked open, and they quickly found my brown ones. "B-Bella?" she murmured, her eyes drooping.

I gently shook her. "Yes, it's me. Hey, you need to stay awake, alright?" At her nod, I added, "What happened?"

Clara was silent for a few minutes. "Kim…vampire…came after Callie," she muttered painfully.

I froze. Kim had completed her change? But how was that possible? It had only been two days! And she went after Callie? "Is everybody fine?" I asked the bleeding girl urgently. "Clara, please tell me nobody's hurt!"

Clara laughed a sarcastic little laugh, and then hissed in pain as her injuries were jolted. "Yeah, sure, everybody is fine. It's not like I'm bleeding or anything."

I would've punched the girl if she hadn't been injured already. "Besides you," I muttered under my breath. Louder, I said, "So what happened to you?"

"Now is NOT the fucking time to ask. Get me to a doctor, you idiot!" Clara hissed, shoving her bloody Blackberry at me. I barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes. What was it with everyone and their Blackberries? With a sigh I accepted the phone and, without even realizing it, dialled Carlisle's number. The phone rang three times before the person on the other side answered. Without waiting for the person to say anything, I said, "I have an emergency. A girl got attacked by a bear. Please hurry, she's bleeding!" I then proceeded to tell the person the address and hung up without waiting for a reply. "Help is on its way," I told Clara, only to panic when I realized she was unconscious. "Clara?" I asked carefully. Receiving no reply, I slowly pressed a finger to her wrist to feel for a pulse. There was none.