Chapter 9

Heaven Is Waiting

Age: Seventeen Years, Four Months

Fay stares at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, wondering how this morning's events will play out. She had spent the night at Sam's house. When they arrived here last night, she had been half asleep, and went straight back to bed.

This morning she had woken with the sun as she normally would. She assumed Sam and Emily wouldn't be awake for a few more hours and got out of bed. Her first thought was to leave before they woke up, find her way home and hope the wolves would take a hint and leave her be. Her second thought was to find the bathroom. The second thought was more urgent, so she went with that one first.

Fay went to leave the room but stopped momentarily when seeing a stack of clothes and sheet of paper on the top of the dresser. She snatched at the paper, curious at what it could say.

Make yourself at home Fay, I hope these clothes fit.

The writing looked more feminine than her brother would be capable of, so she assumed Emily had left it for her. She sat the note back on the dresser then took the stack of clothes with her in search of the bathroom.

Now she stares at herself freshly showered and changed into a blue t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. She leaves the bathroom, unsure how long she has spent enjoying her hot shower. The hallway light is on, illuminating the long hall. It hadn't been on when she found the bathroom, meaning someone else must have woken up.

Fay slowly walks in the direction of the kitchen. Pausing after a few steps when people's voices reach her ears. She can make out Sam's voice and a woman's voice she assumes belongs to Emily. But there is at least another one, maybe two male voices. She pauses a long moment listening intently but can't hear what they are saying. She swallows the knot in her throat before walking out of the hallway and into the living room. The voices stop as she appears from the hall. Fay scans the room quickly; Emily is working in the kitchen and Sam sits at the dining table with two other muscular Quileute guys.

Fay recognises the two new faces vaguely from her time at school. One is Paul Lahote and the other Jared… she can't remember his last name but knows they had had History class together. Both have changed just as dramatically as Sam, by gaining ridiculous amounts of muscle, cutting their hair right back and she even realizes they all have the same tattoo on their shoulders… They must be the other wolves I saw, Fay thinks to herself.

The two boys stare at her, quite amazed that she has survived, that she is alive and here. Fay looks away, not being able to handle the direct eye contact. "Fay honey, take a seat, I'll have you a plate ready in a second," Emily says, smiling kindly at the younger girl.

Fay wordlessly takes a seat beside Sam, not meeting anyone's eyes. Jared clears his throat after a moment of awkward silence. "It's nice to meet you Fay, I'm Jared Cameron."

Paul scoffs, "A dead girl comes back to life, and that's all you can say. I think it's a bit more than fucking nice." Sam sends a chilling glare at Paul and the grin slips off the younger male's face. Fay isn't surprised or offended by Paul, but Sam seems to be on edge over his sister's silence.

Emily sits a full plate of bacon, egg, toast, and hash browns in front of Fay before serving the others and taking a seat next to Fay. The men dig into the food like they haven't eaten in days. Emily had expected Fay to be wary of the food, not eat much if anything. But Fay eats with the same pace as the men. The men were too busy to notice Fay's appetite. But Emily forgets her own food and watches Fay in shock. Emily tells herself the poor girl is just hungry; god only knows the last time she had a real meal. But something about it doesn't sit right with her.

…

They sit in silence again, stomachs now full and plates cleared from the table. Emily sets to washing the dishes as Fay stares down at her hands. She wants to run, to get out of here. There are still only five people in the room counting herself, but to her it feels like fifty. Sam can see the anxiety building on his sister's face, but he can't work out what to say to help her anymore.

"So, do you talk?" Paul asks Fay, getting bored of the silence that hangs in the room.

"Paul," Sam warns. Fay doesn't take any offence to the question, and isn't surprised at her brother's tone – he had always been protective.

Fay shrugs, looking up to meet Paul's eyes. "What do you want me to say?" Paul's lips lift a little in amusement as he leans forward slightly on the table.

"How about what you remember from yesterday?" There is a hint of a challenge in his voice.

"Paul!" Sam says louder, he opens his mouth to tell Paul to leave, but Fay holds up a hand to stop him.

"I remember how quiet the forest was. How surprised I was to see a man watching me. How sick I felt after realizing all he wanted to do was drink my blood." Fay chuckles dryly, "Deep down I was even a little happy to know the legends were true." The whole room is watching her, even Emily has stopped washing the dishes to watch the girl speak. "I remember his icy cold hands wrapping around my neck... I can remember all three of you." She looks at each of the men in front of her. "The fear in his eyes as he saw he was no longer the hunter... but the hunted." She lets her eyes drop back down to her hands as her words hang in the air.

"Have you just been wandering around in the forest all this time?" Jared asks. Sam's eyes flick to Fay; this is one of the many questions he had wanted an answer to.

"No..." she says quietly. She opens her mouth to elaborate but her unspoken words are cut off by a distant wolf howl coming from the forest; it is sorrowful and definitely in the La Push area. All three men shoot up from their seats. Fay and Emily are left to watch the three men rush from the house at unbelievable speeds. Fay looks at Emily confused and questioningly.

Emily sighs, drying her hands on a tea towel before taking a seat beside Fay. "Sam's the Alpha of the pack; he was the first to phase, also the oldest. His wolf is fully black and larger than the others. He was alone for almost nine months before Jared phased, and a week or so later Paul also phased. Jared became Beta leaving Paul a bit pissed off, but that's nothing new for him. They've been a pack for seven months now. They've been keeping a close eye on Quil Ateara V and Jacob Black, they've been showing all the obvious signs of phasing. Looks like one of them finally has." Emily smiles sadly.

"Why tell me this?" Fay asks.

"I didn't want you completely caught off guard. Sam said you were friends with those boys, they would already be on edge after phasing for the first time but throw finding out you're alive in there as well... It would just be good if you could keep a level head. Wolves can have trouble controlling their anger, especially new wolves."

"My brothers a wolf, boys I went to school with are wolves and the closest people I ever had to friends are soon going to also be giant shape shifting wolves," Fay huffs, shaking her head. "How could I not keep a level head?" Fay laughs, and Emily smiles at the girl. "Anything else I should know?"

"Well…" Emily trails off for a moment, thinking something over before changing her mind. "Umm... Jacob Black is meant to be Alpha of the pack, and once he phases he'll be asked to take over as the Alpha."

"Wow…" Fay sighs, standing. "I don't think I should be here, when… When whoever it is gets here. You said it yourself; they will already be going through a lot."

"You're not leaving, are you?" Emily says with worry, jumping to her feet.

"No… no I'm just going back to bed." Fay escapes upstairs, her mind racing with newfound information.

…

Fay sits on the unmade bed, back pushed against the wall behind her and legs pulled to her chest. Her mind runs through old memories, but all the faces feel blurred to her. She tries to remember what Jacob looked like, but she can't picture him, especially not as Alpha of a pack of horse size wolves. Quil and Embry's faces are also blurry. All her memories from that time of her life seem out of reach. None of it feels real anymore. It just seems like something she read about, not something she experienced firsthand. She can imagine the abuse her father showed to her and Sam. But she can't remember just how much it hurt her.

She looks at her arm that took most of the damage in yesterday's vampire encounter only to see a few small scabs left on her skin. It should have taken a few weeks for all the gashes and bruises to fade away but something about her is changing.

It is as though she is healing from the inside out. Emotionally she can't feel any more pain from her past experiences, and even her fear of what the future has in store for her is wearing off. And physically she feels better than she ever thought possible. Old injuries from within feel as though they are fading away. Once deep scars have softened into her skin, becoming almost invisible.

"What has this place done to me?" she shudders quietly.

She can hear movement downstairs, the thudding of a door being opened and closed, the rhythm of multiple feet banging on wooden floorboards. Footsteps grow closer and closer to her until the door handle to her room begins to twist. There are then a few muffled whispers before the door is opened wide. She doesn't quite recognize the man in the doorway, and by the look on his face he feels the same about her.

"Fay?" he questions. Fay squints her eyes at him.

"Embry?" she asks. She lets go of her legs and pushes the hair out of her eyes.

"Fay," he says again, stepping further into the room, a smile appearing on his face. He isn't as muscular as the others but he has grown a great deal from what she can recall of the once scrawny Embry Call. He moves with faster than average speed to pull Fay into a hug. It is only then she notices Sam standing in the hallway with a concerned look on his face.

She can feel trembles running through Embry, but she knows he wouldn't intentionally hurt her. None of the pack would, that is the only thing left that she is one hundred percent sure of now. That, and it is going to be impossible to stay far away from people again. She leans into the hug, not fearing human contact for the first time in a lifetime.

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