A/N: This entire story started because I simply love the pairing of Seth and Jacob but I couldn't find a story where Seth tops (if anyone knows of or stumbles across one, please point me in the right direction). So I decided, why not write my own? I got carried away with the travesty I call a plot and... this happened! lol Yes, there is something that MILDLY resembles a plotline, but in the end, this is just shameless smut amongst the wolves. There is no resolution at the end. Don't look for one. There's no smut in the first chapter. It's just there to form the plot. Honestly you can skip it if you want.

I tried to keep this as canon as possible, but I'm pretty sure I went left a little. For example, out of all of the imprints, I only mentioned Emily. But that's mostly because I hate imprinting. Yeah, I said it; please don't shoot me. If it were up to me imprinting wouldn't exist. I think the entire concept is stupid and the books would better off without. Stephanie should have simply had Sam flat out cheat on Leah. Just good, old-fashioned, blatant infidelity. I think the books would've been so much juicier like that. But, oh well. Nothing I can do about it. Also, I wasn't sure about a couple of the pack members' home life, so I just made it up.

Okay! Enough notes!

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First Sight

It all began on a Friday evening. Nine gigantic wolves sat on their haunches in a semicircle, facing the largest wolf of them all, their alpha. Had humans stumbled upon them, they would have been torn between petrification at the size and number of the wolves or amazement by their organization.

It was a normal evening, a typical pack meeting, the same meeting Sam held every Friday, discussing who'd take which patrol shifts. But it was on this normal evening that something not so normal occurred. This not-so-normal something would irrevocably change the lives of the ten congregated wolves.

Brady was the first notice it. Of course after one of them noticed, the linked mind of the pack immediately diverted each set of the large wolf eyes to the thick form slowly drifting across the field. It moved so silently that it was not heard, even by their sensitive wolf ears. In truth, it was not heard because it did not touch the ground. It crept towards them like a ghost or an apparition.

No one knew what it was. But no one was afraid of it. Because it simply did not appear threatening. It was white like a ghost, thick like smoke, and fluffy like cotton. It was almost the size of a small car. In all aspects, it appeared to be a cloud that had somehow gotten too close to ground.

This is what most of the wolves thought it to be, as they foolishly approached it. They gathered around the puffy cloud, inspecting it curiously. Embry mused over how the cloud had gotten so low. How was this even possible? Seth wanted to touch it. Was it wet like a cloud should be? Quil bravely leaned forward, sniffing at it.

And quite suddenly, as if the sniffing had triggered it, the unknown entity attacked. It dispersed itself, surrounding the wolves like fog, choking them. Some fell to their sides twitching and squirming when the cloud burned their noses. Others rubbed their snouts at the ground or with their front paws in a futile attempt to pull the cloud back out. But the cloud quickly eased its way into the wolves through any means possible, nose, eyes, ears, mouth. Then, as abruptly as it had attacked, it was gone, a piece of it nestled inside each of the ten wolves, leaving them human, naked, and shaking with fear on the ground.

Paul was the first to rise. "What the hell was that stuff?!" he screamed, taking shuddering breaths.

Sam crawled to his feet next. "Is everyone okay?" He assessed himself and could since nothing off put, but his main concern was of his pack. No one was writhing or whining anymore. They all simply looked petrified as they slowly climbed to their feet.

"What the hell was that stuff?!" Paul repeated, trying not to let his fear control him.

"Your guess is as good as ours, dipshit," Jared snapped, annoyed that Paul would ask such a redundant question. Paul, being the hothead that he was (topped off with his fear) quickly snapped back.

"You watch your mouth you piece of shit! Before I punch you in it!" A few more choice words were passed between the two, and before long, Jared and Paul were at each other's throats, as usual. Had Sam let it continue, the mild insults would've progressed until they wound up duking it out in the small clearing, but as usual, Sam interrupted them.

"Alright! We have more pressing issues at hand!" He stepped between the two and shoved a hand against each of their naked chests. "Well you two are clearly unaffected." He frowned at the two of them, dropping his arms. "You're acting like the immature idiots you always do. And I'm fine. Does anyone feel strange?" The alpha's eyes searched the terrified faces of his wolves. They all silently stared back at him.

Until Leah spoke. "I can't phase," she whispered. Her eyes impossibly grew wider, as she tried and failed to cover her ample breast from what she thought were (and a few of them really were) wandering eyes. "Sam, I can't phase! I'm trying and I can't!"

"Now that you mention it," Collin mused. Fear laced the young boy's voice. "I can't phase either."

It was then quickly noted that no one could. They all stared at each other with wide eyes, looking like deer in headlights. Without their wolves, they couldn't protect their land or their people.

Paul's words echoed through their minds in a monotone like a voice across a mountain. What the hell was that stuff?

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It had been unanimously decided that no one wanted anyone to go home to their families in their current state. They didn't know what that stuff was and were afraid something might manifest overnight. Sam had explained the situation to Emily, and the pack was now congregated in his small home. The walk back had been brutal. They didn't realize how convenient the wolf's speed was until they didn't have it.

Sam went out and grabbed about six boxes of pizza and a few cases of soda and it actually turned out to be a pretty fun night. They older wolves piled into the living room and watched sports on Sam's small television. Jacob and Paul screamed at the TV with every foul play, ("Come on! That was clearly an incomplete pass!") as if the people on the screen could actually hear them, while Leah and Emily talked in the kitchen, working on repairing their still somewhat shattered relationship. The younger wolves gathered in a corner (Seth and Embry decided to join them, not really interested in sports) and played some of Sam's old board games.

Later in the night, Quil sliced his finger on the mouth of a soda can after popping it. After the small cut quickly sealed itself, it was discovered that they still had their wolf gene. Whatever that stuff was inside of them was simply stopping them from shifting. Sam had then decided that whether they were shifting by morning or not, he would consult with elders. This needed to be discussed. Maybe passed wolves had experienced something like it before. There may be stories about it.

Around midnight, Sam sent Emily off with a warm, loving kiss (Jared pretended to gag at the sweetness of it) to kip with Collin's mom for the night. He'd considered asking Sue, but then he'd have had to explain and he didn't want the elders to know about this quite yet. He wanted to get a good sleep in before he had that discussion. Since Collin had finally shown his parents what was up, Sam simply had to say that the pack was experiencing a 'wolf problem' and Emily was set.

Leah quickly claimed the small bed in Sam's spare bedroom. She allowed Seth to squeeze in with her. After a small tournament of rock-paper-scissors, Sam sacrificed Emily's space in his bed to Embry and Paul bought the sofa off Collin for twenty bucks. Collin slept in a corner of the living room, happily accepting the money. The other four guys (not without complaint) grabbed a blanket to lay on and found a comfortable spot on the floor.

Early the next morning, it affected Jared first. He snapped awake in the middle of the night as the cloud made its second appearance.