A/N: I'm sooo sorry about the lack of updates recently, and that this chapter is a teeny bit rubbish. I started college last month and it instantly took over my life, but I am on my October hols now so I will aim to type out 2 chapters a day.

Chapter 17

Embry's POV

I pressed the power button on my ancient computer and waited impatiently for it to load, drumming my fingers on the desk in front of me. For once in my life, I was glad my mum was the one everyone went to when they had gossip.

I had never been so excited to see the Google home page; I typed in "Ruthie Lahote" and hit the enter key, and sure enough her blog was the first result.

Eight blog entries. From the first entry alone I learnt that her and Paul's mum had walked out on them when she was four, that Sam's mum Allison was tutoring her, what happens when she tries to talk, that she likes reading dark romance novels - which was ironic as her life was becoming one – and that she 'speaks' six languages.

I felt like a stalker, but I continued to read her blog entries, savouring her every word. I learnt that her blog was really popular, with thousands of followers and even more comments.

I found out she wanted to be an artist, and her email address which I wrote on a piece of paper

She was running an art exhibition for those with Selective Mutism and other speech disorders with Sam's mum.

She had made the best cookies I had ever tasted but didn't come and take credit for them because she didn't want to be embarrassed.

She described one of the Pack as beautiful, but only referred to him as 'him'. I seriously hoped that it was me.

Sam's mum had Emily serving them at the diner but Ruthie doesn't know that.

At one point I thought that she had guessed our secret (before Paul phased in front of her) and had put it on the internet.

She had noticed when we were gone for a few days to fight the Volturi.

She was probably the most selfless person I'd ever met.

I was elated when I discovered that I was 'him'; I even jumped out of my chair with excitement.

She had panicked when we heard her laugh, but had stopped when I hugged her. It was the right thing to do. She had missed me since we first meet. Paul was wrong, I shouldn't be staying away from her, I should be with her. She was worried about me.

I reread the words "I hope he's ok," over and over until they stuck in my head. They were the best words I'd ever read.

I sat there for half an hour before realising that her last entry was from about thirty-five minutes ago and that she would probably still be online.

The blog entry already had fifty comments on it, and you had be a member to comment.

I created a user under the name 'Him' and wrote, "I'm ok. I was worried about you. E."

The last chapter was the last of Ruthie's blogs, however she will still be writing them and you will see the story as well as Ruthie's blogs through Embry. You can check out Ruthie's blog at seenandneverheard . tumblr . com it's not perfectly how I wanted it but it's there and I shall update it as I update this story also has pictures and other clutter.