A/N: This story needs little explanation. It's Breaking Dawn from Seth's perspective. I absolutely love the character of Seth, and I'm very glad that his character was explored so much more in Breaking Dawn. If I don't include a scene or conversation, it still happened. I just didn't rewrite all the scenes with Seth because some are long conversations that would have felt too much like I was just copying what was already written. So, just because you already know what's going to happen doesn't mean reading it from someone else's eyes might not be interesting, and there might be some new insight along the way!

It's a wild and crazy ride, and it's just beginning.

But who better to go along with than a mind that Edward himself once called "one of the purest, sincerest, kindest minds [he had] ever heard"?

Here we go.

Just as a side note, this first scene occurs BEFORE Breaking Dawn starts.

A howl in the night.

It was an amazing sound, really. Not like anything I'd ever heard before any of this had started. The raw power behind it was enough to take your breath away, but the majestic quality was equally impressive. Behind the howl you could hear how sure of himself Sam was, how confident. It was almost regal.

I grinned as I jumped out of bed, thinking that he'd smack me upside the head for thinking that. He probably would, actually, since he'd hear my thoughts soon enough anyway. I'd try to remember to think about something else, so he wouldn't be embarrassed by my impressed thoughts. It wasn't like I didn't have enough other stuff to jumble through my head.

Another howl pulled at me strongly. "All right, all right, I'm coming," I muttered, hurrying through the dark, still house. The howl wasn't an urgent one – just a reminder that it was time for me to get my butt out there for my turn on patrol. I paused at the door to my mom's room. It was open, revealing her still form as she slept. Sighing, I hurried down the hall, trying not to think about that large empty space beside her in the bed. Now was not the time for that.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I rummaged through the fridge. I found cold pancakes and smiled, thinking of my mom staying up late to make them for me, so I'd have something to eat before I ran. I pulled them out and stuffed two in my mouth, chewing fast. I glanced once back at the still house before yanking at the string on my sweatpants and dropping them off. I untied the cord around my ankle and tied the pants to it deftly, my hands used to the motions. Five seconds later I was stuffing the last of my pancakes in my mouth even as I began to tremble, feeling the heat in my spine as I began the transformation from boy to wolf. Just as I cleared the back door, I felt myself explode outward.

Hey, Seth, Sam greeted me.

Finally, Paul grumbled tiredly, and I rolled my eyes. We all knew Paul would gladly not have phased back ever. He loved the feeling of raw power that came with sprinting through the forest as a wolf. Seconds later, he faded out of my mind, and I knew he'd phased. I pushed harder, not wanting Sam to only have one other back-up running with him.

We're fine, Seth, Sam said. There's no danger. Don't kill yourself. Another eye roll. Running like this wasn't hard. It was great.

Nice, kid, I heard Embry think. You're getting fast. Maybe it's a Clearwater thing. It was sometimes annoying, being the only one in the pack to actually be related by blood to another wolf. Especially since I was related to Leah, the pack's most annoying and bitter member by far.

Well, the most annoying. As far as bitter went, Jake had everyone beat and then some.

As I thought this, I felt a reaction in my head. I hadn't really noticed him, as he hadn't been thinking anything coherent or remotely human, but now that I was thinking about him, Jake was right there again, like he always was when I phased lately. He hadn't gone human in a long time. Not since –

But I pushed my thoughts somewhere else quickly. As muddled and incoherent as his thoughts were to me, I knew mine were clear to him. And I knew what thinking of that did to him. I'd never do that to him. Determined to cheer my thoughts up for Jacob, I ran faster, concentrating hard on the passing trees as I pushed to reach Sam and Embry. I felt the vague sense of relief and gratitude in my head and knew that was Jake.

I know, I heard Embry agree with my thoughts. I miss him, too.

Maybe –

I don't think so, he disagreed with the wordless direction of my hopes. I really can't see him coming back any time soon. I sighed, slowing slightly as I reached them. They were running together easily, making the familiar loop around La Push. I fell into place to the left of Sam, ranking third in this small group of ours. But Jake, since I know you're listening, I'll tell you tonight what I've told you every night since you left. We miss you, man. We want you back. I know it's hard, and I know there's nothing we can do to make it easier. But it's over, you know? She chose, and she's gonna marry the bloodsucker soon. Seth's invited, you know, not that he's going, obviously. I guess she figured she needed at least one member of the pack suffering through the stink. Sue and your dad got invitations, too. Embry was in full report mode. I knew part of Jake didn't want to hear any of it, but part of him must have been dying to know exactly what was going on, and he couldn't hear it unless one of us actually thought about it instead of thinking about him, which was basically what we all did when we were phased lately. And I knew Embry needed to tell him. It was as close to talking to him as he could get.

I focused on thinking about this instead of the invitation that had sat on my bedroom floor since the day I'd received it in the mail.

The invitation I hadn't thrown away.

Because you needed invitations to go to weddings, right?

Quickly, before the rather engrossed Embry or Sam heard the direction of my thoughts, I began thinking hard about Jake.

I'm trying to be there for her for you, I promised Jake, thinking about the constant phone calls coming from Bella. Behind my gentle thoughts, and Sam's and Embry's accusing (toward Bella) ones, I felt his swell up. Try as he might to hide every emotion from us, to separate himself completely, I could feel the pain there.

It wasn't getting better.