Author's Note: [Please don't skip: Important] Wow; BB has covered its 100 reviews mark! That's some major news; it means people actually like this :) Thank you so, so much.

Anyway, I just needed to respond to a request from more than one of you, guys: you asked me to continue this story to when they're married and with children, and maybe even change the rating to M. Here's what I need to say: honestly, I have no idea where this is going to end. Usually, the ending scene is the first thing I think of when I think of a story (not necessarily a fanfic), but I don't think it will go that far. I can give you an improbable maybe, but not a yes - not until I can figure out the ending. And, about the rating: I know it will give me a different audience, and maybe even a larger one (I've noticed how M-rated stories are much more reviewed than the best of T-rated stories out there, and I don't mean mine, of course) but this is Young Adult, I have to consider the audience that already read my stories (many are even younger than Alison, believe it or not), and I try to give my best with the fanfic without going out of the rating. If you've noticed, only BB and Endless Summer are rated T in my series - the rest is K+. I don't write M-rated stories. Sorry, really. You guys are great, and if you're enjoying this, I don't know why I should seek other people who want to read a different type of stories.

I really hope you guys get my point :) And I hope you're not mad. If you have any other requests, please do tell me. Oh, and I'll try to include a warning if the chapter may exceed rating because of language (but, seriously: in 5 stories so far, I've only used 'damn', 'shit' - at times' and I only included the f-word twice: once in Rising Sun when Seth was drunk, and once in Shooting Stars when Paul was out of mood because his niece phased. If you mind those, tell me: I'll just remove them. I don't live where you live, but from what I hear here those aren't usually really bad - of course, they are and - oh, never mind. Just tell me if they make you uncomfortable).

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COLBY BLACK

I rested my head on my hands, facing the midnight blue with glittery dots of stars and streaks of clouds sky, my legs dangling on the edge of the cliff, lost in thought. After running miles and miles (to and from Canada five times), I became too exhausted to be angry at anything, and too hungry to care about the drama that choked my life every day, but finally clear-minded enough to flashback my whole day without having to intrigue any unwanted emotions. Even with my strength and vampire side, my muscles needed to rest after a run like this, and splashing into the water just because the shaking got too bad seemed like a very, very bad idea.

I still couldn't wrap my head around two things: one, Allie Anderson in general, and, two, how Randy Uley was still alive and breathing until this very moment.

Allie - Allie was wonderful, and I knew, for sure, that's not even biased. Only her presence was enough to remind me that, after all, everything would be okay; everything was meant to be okay, even if I had absolutely no idea how, it would. Add that to her speech: I swear that kid was better at bossing me around than Jacob Black, Sam Uley and Alice Cullen combined. She had me wrapped around her pinkie already and I didn't know how much she was aware of that fact.

Then I figured it out, if Allie wasn't there today, Randy Uley would be dead, and then I'd owe poor Sam and Emily a very difficult apology.

Randy was one name I couldn't stand any more; everything he did made me a bit angrier at him, and added to the reasons I despise him one more line. I couldn't blame him for 'choosing someone else' if that was just the case, because (even though he wouldn't find anyone better for him than Sarah. Imprinting and a very biased brother said so) she would be just friends with him, and if that what he needed, she wouldn't be in pain watching him with someone else. Sure, she wouldn't be able to actually be with someone else, as that would feel like she was betraying him even if their romantic connection was forever ruined, but she wouldn't be hurting over his lack of presence like she was now.

Imagine watching your own flesh and blood, the person you had always shared a very special type of connection with, the person that went through the good and bloody horrible (literally) stages of your life with you, the person you had always thought of as your eternal responsibility, wilt helplessly. Imagine what I felt watching her hold back her tears, refuse to eat food and even throw it up at times, phase uncontrollably whenever something threatens to turn towards anything that might upset her, hurt emotionally beyond repair and still made sure he was back home safely every day - still smiled when she watched him smile, and get even worse when something upset him. He still hated her, he still couldn't stand her name, he still thought of her as a liar (while she lied for his sake), he moved on, had girlfriends, and never looked back. I was beyond hating him or even despising him.

I wanted to see that sick jerk of an excuse of a creature die, and very slowly.

But Allie stood in the way.

Unlike what I would've expected, her wide, ocean blue eyes weren't frightened at my continuous shaking, she didn't freak out or yell at me to get the hell off of her, she just told me to calm down in a what-are-you-thinking kind of way. The natural urge to protect her was fighting restlessly with my need to phase at that moment, and I was glad it won.

The wind blew one more, strong, relaxing time, before I heard someone whistle behind me. I didn't even have to turn; the smell was too obvious. "Rosalie," I acknowledged as she took a seat beside me. The Cullens (also known as the previous Alpha's in-laws, and the current Alpha's family) were allowed on the Rez any time they wished.

"Hey, mutt," she greeted and I never took it personally; I knew Rosalie loved me like a second mother. "Heard you blacked out all the way to Canada for Alice - more than once. What is it?"

I shrugged, sitting up. "Nothing, really. I just had quite an...eventful day."

She smiled. "You saw that little girl again, didn't you?"

I nodded. "My soul mate," I flipped the words on my tongue - they didn't feel right just yet.

"And Miss Attitude of The Year," Rosalie added with a chuckle. "You know what? You deserve her, but I don't know what she's done to deserve you."

I punched her lightly, knowing that we were both equally strong while I was in human form. "I'm not that bad."

She shook her head. "It's that you're that good, kid and she just seems so..."

"What?" I asked, my voice dripping acid. When you're naturally defensive and protective of someone and really, really tired, that result was inevitable.

She ran a hand through her long, blond hair. "She's nice, I suppose," she said, "But there's something about her. I can't say I can quite put my finger on it, though."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"She's so...weird - and I'm not sure if it's the good way."

"Can't agree more," I sighed, "That drama with her parents - it all seems so unbelievable. I mean, I know she's telling the truth but-"

"It's too horrible to be true," she breathed, "Stuff like that happen, kid - even worse stuff happen," she said, staring at the horizon. "By the way, what did you do with her father and that other kid - what was his name, again? - Mary's brother, right?"

"Allen," I said, "Mary actually took care of the situation; she told her brother how she needed to go shopping so she picked her up and just forgot to tell her uncle, and that I was the only one who would get her back," I explained, "It's all really silly; for one, Allie wouldn't go shopping by her own free will, and for two, why would someone who shops in Port Angeles and lives in La Push go to pick up a kid from Forks before shopping?"

She grimaced. "Let's just cross our fingers her parents will buy it."

"Yeah," I agreed, "Hope so."

"They," Allie swallowed over the phone the next morning, "-bought it."

I rubbed my groggy eyes. Did you have to call at 7 a.m., Alison? "They did?"

She sucked a crispy, vibrant breath. "Yeah."

I flipped on my bed, trying to produce coherent thoughts. "Will I see you today?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

I frowned, burying my head in my pillow. "Why not?"

She sighed. "I'm going to school, and I just can't. Dad told me they needed to 'talk' to me today, so I don't know, really."

"Then call me when you're done, please?"

"Colby, I'll call if I need you - you, too, do the same - but you gotta give me some space to breathe!"

I smiled. "Humor me."

"You're horrible," she said and ended the call. My smile just got wider and I drifted into sleep once again.

"'Mornin'," I mumbled as I strode into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

"What morning? It's 4:30," Bella remarked.

"He's been running a lot," Mom said, to my defense, then came to whisper in my ear, "You really have to get that anger issue under control."

I poured some orange juice in a glass, a strand of hair falling on my face. "I have it under control; that was me controlling it."

"I have to admit," Jasper said, walking into the kitchen, "Your mood swings are kind of refreshing."

I gritted my teeth together. "This is beginning to feel less like home and more like rehab," I muttered, swallowing my juice and turning around towards the door. "Where's Sarah?"

"Sleeping the day off," Mom answered, the grief in her voice unveiled, plain.

I closed my eyes and went for the run, savoring the last blow of wind I experienced in my human form, morphing into my other self. It was more like a daily routine now, and since I hadn't any Allie for the day, I'd have to spend it the old-fashioned, boring way.

As a wolf.

Please, God. If I'm going to die, let mom take it easily. She would die from the news.

Who the hell was that?

Then it hit me, from Embry's mind, stronger than Emmett after a couple of good grizzlies. It was Randy Uley, in his wolf form, finally morphed. I growled fiercely, digging the ground with my paws.

Oh, shut the Hell up, idiot. You're not going to die. Embry told him, and I could see they both fell off a cliff, splashing into the water. Swim, you can. Not very well, but you can, come on.

When did that happen? I asked.

Just now, Embry said, pulling Randy to the shore. Couldn't he swim himself? He's not focusing. I bet he can't even concentrate on our voices now.

Don't be so harsh, Quil said, even you went through that mental silence.

I sighed.

You have to keep in mind he's still a pack brother - what happened between him and your sister stays between them as long as you're the one in charge. Quil added.

From Embry's mind, I could see they were already on the shore. That's it, welcome to the cult.

Was that Uncle Embry's attempt of a joke? Randy wondered, and I had to admit; Embry wasn't the best when it came to humor. At all.

Shut up, Embry, he's not doing so well. I knew he had no brains but I didn't think he could stay that silent for so long. I said, knowing very well how hostile I sounded.

Colby Black?

Yes, that's me. And no, I'm not your biggest fan, so don't expect me to be.

What did I do?

A lot of drama, Quil answered.

What are all those voices? Am I imagining things? What's going on?

How come the son of Sam and Emily Uley was so incredibly stupid?

No, Uley, you're a werewolf-slash-shape-shifter, that's what's going on.

What?

I couldn't take it anymore; I would love to explain the legends and the truths about them to a new pack member any time, I would endure their shock, I would repeat the explanation, I would give them a break to think about the whole thing, and maybe even decide whether to continue this path or not. But, not with Randy. I was biased and I hated it; an Alpha should never be biased, an Alpha should never be that hostile to his brother and an Alpha should never mix personal affairs with the pack.

I was all those combined.

Embry, Quil, work with him. I'm phasing back.

Before I could hear any responses, I phased back to my human form, slipped on my shorts and got out my phone (that, thankfully, wasn't crushed. I couldn't go anywhere without my phone when I always needed someone I couldn't speak to using my mind - also known as my imprint), but before I could dial Alison's number, Alice called.

"What is it?" I said, my mood obvious in my tone, as soon as I pressed the green button.

"Family quality time," Bella chirped, "We're leaving tonight, and we don't see you that often, so you're coming with us."

"Where?"

"Toronto, Canada."

"You know I can't. See if Mom or Sarah'd like to go; I have stuff to keep up with."

She sighed. "To tell you the truth, this isn't about quality time," she admitted.

I frowned. "What's it about, then?"

"Your sister," she started, then breathed a 'sorry' to someone else, "She's worse than ever. Something happened today, and thanks to you guys Alice couldn't see it."

"What? What happened?"

I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.

"She woke up screaming and crying - that never happened before. It was like someone was hurting her."

Damn this imprint to the deepest, darkest, hottest hell.

"What did Carlisle say?" I asked, already on my way to the house.

"It's nothing physical - we both know that."

It took all my effort to stop myself from phasing; if I did, I would hear him, and then I would most definitely kill him. If it wasn't for what could happen to Sarah, and the fact that Alison deserved someone better than a murderer, it didn't sound like a bad idea at all. I didn't speak, and neither did my grandmother, until I was in the house.

Everyone was there; Carlisle, Jasper, Emmett, Edward, Dad, Paul, Billy, Charlie, Seth, Esme, Rosalie, Alice, Bella, Mom, Rachel and Sue. They were all wearing the same, worried-to-death face, all looking at me expectantly, as if I would carry some sort of news with me. So many people cared about her and would die for her, but she would still cling to the one person that caused her hell. That was something I would never understand, even when I had an imprint and full access to a lot of people's minds.

"Where is she?"

"Asleep," Dad muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's been three years," he whispered, "Three years and it's getting worse by the second."

I shook my head. "I know why." He frowned, along with the rest, until Edward got it but let me speak nevertheless. "Randy phased today."

Several gasps filled the room before Billy spoke. "Don't tell her now."

"Why not?" Aunt Rachel asked, tilting her head sideways. "It's her right to know."

"This is getting more and more complicated," Seth said.

"She'll freak out," Dad said, "Besides, she's exhausted - it was like the first day she phased, but ten times more powerful."

"This is wrong," Paul noted, "Very wrong. Unfair - she's just a kid!"

"We'll tell her," I decided with finality, Billy and Dad throwing me warning glances, "Tomorrow," I continued, "She'll phase sooner or later and know it - she should know from us first."

"He's right," Carlisle agreed, "It would be harder on her if she knew by chance."

"There's no treaty now, right?" Emmett asked, I nodded, "If I kill him, no one gets mad, then."

I chuckled. "Believe me," I said, "Even if there was a treaty, I would've."

"Boys," Esme warned, serious.

Just like I was.

ALISON ANDERSON

"We think of you as a young adult, Allie, and you have the right to know what we have decided to do."

I stared at my mother, trying to rationalize her calmness, but couldn't. I would've preferred it if they told me they were different creatures - mortal enemies - that couldn't stay together because of some unspoken prohibition, because some zombie would come looking for them to kill them if they stayed together, but hearing how they decided to get a divorce because Mom was pregnant was beyond confusing, let alone depressing.

How could they be so selfish? I needed them in my life - both of them.

But, oh, they didn't even care.

"Who am I going to live with?"

"Normally, that would be me," Mom said, "But, i-if y-you don't want to-"

"I would love to have you stay with me, Allie," Dad completed.

"You're making me choose?" They both fell silent, looking at the ground as if they were guilty little kids. "Un-freakin'-believable."

"I'm going to be moving to my old house in PA," Mom breathed, "There's a room there that we could move your things to."

"But, of course, if you don't want to switch schools, you can always stay here," Dad said.

I buried my face in my hands, unable to respond coherently.

"Allie," Mom breathed, patting my back, "We know this is hard on you - but, believe me, it's for the best; you wouldn't like to live between people who always fight, would you?"

Something was hitting my head with an iron hammer, and a big one for that matter. I couldn't put things together, I couldn't answer the one question I'd been asking myself for so long: why me?

Why did I have to be the outsider - the one no one can find something in common with? Why did I have to be interested in things that are weird and boring to other people my age? Why did I have to have two parents who decided to get a divorce because of an unborn child? Why me?

"Lemme think it through," I decided, dropping my hands.

They both exchanged a meaningful look, getting up and walking outside my room. Dad held the door before getting out, "Think carefully."

I nodded thoughtlessly as he closed the door, snuggling under the covers and getting out my phone, dialing Colby's number. Colby was something else I was very confused about; even if it was some magical kind of eternal bond, why did I turn to him every time I needed to let something out? He imprinted on me, not the other way round. I was going to hang up before he answered, but he did before I could.

"Alison," he said, taking a long, deep breath, obviously out of mood (or half-asleep). "How are you?"

I stayed silent, bringing my knees to my chest.

"Allie?"

"I'm here," I breathed.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I -" I was going to tell him, but decided against it, "-Is everything okay with you?" Last night, he wasn't in a great mood.

"It's a total mess," he admitted, sighing, "There's a lot going on here."

"What is it?" I asked, glad the conversation wasn't about me anymore.

"Randy phased," were his only words.

"Let me guess - his mind wasn't exactly your Lala Land."

He laughed. "No, it wasn't."

I snuggled deeper into the covers. "You're the Alpha," I yawned, "You're gonna have to endure him."

"Wow," he said, "Thanks for the reminder."

I smiled. "Anytime, Tommy."

"So," he said, "While the night's still young, wanna do something?"

"You have some serious biological clock issues," I mumbled, "It's 10 p.m."

"I woke up only 6 hours ago."

"Your imprint here woke up at fifteen hours ago," I mumbled, yawning again, "I'm a growing teen, I need my sleep."

He chuckled. "Go to sleep then - oh!" he exclaimed theatrically, "Do you think you can distract me that easily? 'Your imprint here' has a little vampire in him with this super awesome memory. What's wrong?"

I snapped my eyes shut. "Leave me alone."

"Alison.."

I groaned uncomfortably. Did I want to do this? Did I want to trust him that much? Did I want to tell him everything?

I wasn't sure.

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