Clunk.

I kick at another rock. Clunk again.

Man it really sucks, knowing Jacob and Seth are at the Cullen's, and I'm stuck here, too much of a weakling to stand up to Sam and break away. Leah did, but hell; Leah's got more balls than most guys. Pity she's such a pain. I'm not missing that, except when she gets so mad she can't control her phasing...And Seth...well, he's always good for doing the right thing. We all know why Jakey ran; following his hard on for Bella, even though she's married and pregnant. The guy's nuts. I huff. At least he's chasing after something, no matter how much of a waste of time it is.

Clunk. Another rock. Kicked by another foot. If I wasn't moping like a girl I would've noticed someone coming earlier.

"Hey, Em."

"Quil." I nod, relieved it's not Sam.

"I know how you feel."

Ha. Yeah, right.

"You have a reason to stay Quil."

"So do you Embry."

I raise one eyebrow. "Oh, yeah, and what would that be smart ass?" God, I sound like Leah.

"Duty, man. To your family." Ha. That's a nice joke. Family. I know Mom loves me and all that, but she's so busy being everything at once...I'm not really angry at her. I'm angry at my Dad, whoever the hell that is. When I started phasing, I spent half my time looking at Billy and Jake, Harry, Seth and Leah and Sam, trying to find similarities. And keeping it from my Mom that I knew because then she'd have to know how and how do I explain 'oh, yeah Mom, I know because I'm a werewolf so I only have three possible Dads, 'cause they were werewolves too'. Yeah right.

I huff again. One day I'm going to want to know so badly, I'll break my self imposed silence. I know I will.

Quils blathering again.

"Is there anything you want me to say? Embry..."

"That didn't hurt, weakling." Well, not much anyway, I can wait till he's gone to rub the spot on my arm where he hit me.

"Whatever. Do you want me to say anything?"

"To who?" What in the heck is he going on about?

He rolls his eyes at me. "Jake, Seth or Leah. Sam's got Paul, Colin, Jared and I going to meet with them."

Hell, yeah. Heaps. I open my mouth to say it, but I know I want to say it all myself, so I shake my head instead.

"Fine. Catch you later Em."

I hate that name.

My Mom calls me that when she's been dwelling too much on the past and used a few drinks to forget. The same thing she called me when I was little. I t reminded me of the Wizard of Oz.

I kick another rock and scowl. Stupid imprinted wolf, I need to get the courage to join Jake.