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Embry Call has grown up fast--from the initiation into a werewolf pack that only weeks before he didn't believe in, to finding who his father is and the secrets kept from him for sixteen years. Blood is thicker than water--but just how thick is it?


1. Chapter One

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Embry Call

Most people consider adultery to be an unforgiving sin, one that will throw you into the deepest pits of hell with no chance of returning. One that will haunt your every thought, every minute of every day. One that should make you regretful for every wrongdoing you’ve committed.

I wasn’t the one who played their part in adultery. But I was the product of it, without this cardinal sin I wouldn’t be alive, breathing, thinking, running.

Fighting. Fighting for something that could take me from living to dead. And I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to be fighting for this. Fighting for Bella Swan, for her vampires, everything that ran in our blood to hate.

Fighting for something that one of our own loved. Fighting for something that would never love him back.

Fighting for a lost cause.

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It was a grey day, raining as per usual, but here in the Olympic Peninsula, it was to be expected. Your rain jacket practically became a second skin, one that I immediately shrugged into as I ran out the door and jumped on my dirt-bike—well, mud-bike might be more appropriate in this setting. School was going on, but it was the weekend, and I had nothing to do. My two best friends on Earth, Quil and Jacob, were both preoccupied—Quil with stomach flu and Jacob with that girl from Forks, the town a few miles from the reservation, Bella Swan. It was obvious that Jacob was infatuated with her—but she was like a zombie, ever since her boyfriend Edward Cullen and his family had picked up and left for L.A.

Or so they said, at least. All the elders in La Push thought differently—but they were also convinced that the Cullens were vampires, which me and my friends think is a whole lot of senility-induced bullshit, but whatever. At any rate, the Cullens weren’t allowed on the reservation, which is fine with me—I mean, they might be members of the underworld, but they’re pretty damn good-looking. No guy can compete with someone who could be mistaken as an Abercrombie model.

I roared down the main road in La Push, dodging potholes and other cars. I wasn’t exactly a great driver, but I had legally acquired my license a week ago, (not that the law had ever stopped me from driving, besides, no one here actually gave a damn about it) and I intended to make the best of it. I just drove, rain pelting my face and stinging me. The thermometer in the kitchen said it was 50 degrees, but I didn’t feel cold at all. Lately it seemed that I was running hot—if only that would work in the figurative way as well as the literal way.

I drove up the winding, slick roads to Forks. I needed to do some grocery shopping, and, while we did have a modest grocery store in La Push, if you wanted to get anything remotely decent to eat, you had to drive fifteen or so miles of dangerous, whiplash roads. My mom always feared I would break my neck or hit some well-meaning citizen while driving ‘far too fast’ in her words, and for once, her fears weren’t blown out of proportion. But I made it to Forks unscathed, and pulled the grocery list my mother had left on the kitchen counter for me out of my pocket. It was the same old food we almost always ate—bread, cheese, eggs, vegetables, whatever was available. I found everything quickly—but it wasn’t so hard when you were the only person in a store the size of a handkerchief, and I was soon speeding down the road again.

After maybe thirty seconds of being back on the road, I heard the scream of sirens behind me. Shit, I think, and I pull over grudgingly.

The police car pulls up behind me and a policeman steps out and walks briskly to where I am waiting, lights flashing soundlessly. “Good morning, Officer,” I say, and the man’s eyes crinkle at me. I recognize him almost immediately—Charlie Swan, Bella Swan’s father, and Billy Black’s good friend. I had met him a few times when both he and I were over at the Black’s place.

His eyes crinkled. “Hey…you’re Jacob’s friend, right? It’s…Quil?”

“No, that’s Jake’s other friend. I’m Embry, Chief Swan.”

“Aah. Well, Embry, I hate to say it but you were speeding just a tad bit over the limit.”

“How much is a tad?” I ask, while internally kicking myself. Not even a week and I was going to get a ticket.

“Well, four miles, to be exact, but with these roads and the present conditions, I’m afraid I might have to give you a ticket. License?”

A tremor goes down my spine, anger rises in my throat and I am quite literally seeing red. I snap out of the rage with a start—what the hell just happened? I blushed and fumbled in my pocket for my license. I handed it over.

Chief Swan studied it. “Just got it, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said sheepishly.

“Well,” he said. “Since you seem to be a good kid and this is probably one of your first solo drives”—I didn’t bother to correct him on that—“I’ll give you a break. But next time, if and when…” he trailed off, and handed me back my license.

Repocketing the license, I stumbled over my words: “Yes, sir, thank you so much, thank you…”

“Say hi to the Blacks for me, okay?”

“Sure thing, Chief.”

“Okay. You’re free to go.”

I pulled back onto the road, sure to keep under the speed limit this time. I got back to La Push without another run in with the law, and, after putting my bike and the groceries away in their proper places, I changed from my now-wet clothing into a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt. I pulled the shirt over my head and realized that it was a few inches short on me, as were the pants. I grimaced—I had gotten much taller, around six three or four now, and I seemed to be growing still. But unfortunately, my growth was only in the height category—I was still as skinny as I was when I was six feet tall.

I collapsed onto the bed, and fell into sleep quickly. My dreams were strange—large grey and black and brown wolves running around, howling at the moon, but they could talk, they had the voices of Quil, Jacob and some other people I didn’t know so well—Sam Uley’s voice, and some other’s I couldn’t recognize. I woke up with a start.

Sam Uley had a little cult, a gang-type thing that Jacob and Quil and I scoffed at. He’d initiated people one by one—Jared from my math class, Paul with his infernal temper, who I’d been in school with since first grade. It was alarming—people would disappear from school for a few weeks or so, and them come back, totally under Sam’s spell. Lately, they’d been staring at me, it was disturbing. I didn’t know why.

Thinking about Sam sent another tremor down my spine—a larger one, that made me shake and the red tint glazed over my eyes. Everything was suddenly warmer.

Snap out of it, Embry.

I tried, and it took a while before I was back, under control. My heart raced—was this some form of a panic attack, stress-related, anger management?

If only it was as simple as that.