Author's Note: Hey Everybody! This is my second fanfiction. My first is called Waking Up, and this is a sequal to that one, but you don't need to have read it to read this one. I hope you like this-and Waking Up, please read it and reveiw even though it isn't nessicary if you're like, for some reason totally against reading it. REVEIW PLEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Epolougue

Neutral POV

Just outside of Seattle, in a an old antique shop that had run out of bussess, there stood twelve adults in a circle. Most people would find these adults rather odd. You see, none of them looked anything alike. There were redheads, brunettes, blondes, and peopl with raven hair. There were tall people, short people, thin people, large people. And yet…they were all exactly the same. They all had the same snow white skin. The same unique burgandy colored eyes. The same grace about them. And they were all unbeleivably, spellbindingly beautiful.

Another intersting thing about these people was that they all were looking at one individual, who seemed to be the leader. She had long, sornsilk blonde hair and was quite tiny. She could, at first glance, be mistaken for a child.

"It must be done soon." She said authoritavely.

"Are you sure?" A man spoke up anxiously. He had feiry red hair tumbling in ringlets over his shoulders.

"Heath." Another said. "You can't delay it forever. You ay be looking to get killed, but the rest of us have a job to do."

"I have a job to do." The blond corrected. "I'm the only one that can roam freely without the wolves catching tracing me. The rest of you will remain in here. We can't have the Cullens or the wolves catching a scent. And God knows they'll be looking." She laughed humorlessly. "It amazes me, how creatures so powerful could put so much stock in a few human girls."

Heathe bit his lip. "That's just it though." He muttered without looking at her. "What if…we overestimated the power these imprints have over the wolves?"

"Enough!" The blond snapped. "We all saw it. We all observed the way the packs need these girls. They will not…they cannot live without them. We know of no other weaknesses. If we are to kill the wolves, we must kill their mates. Then they'll be begging for death."

Heath looked down. For a moment, no one said anything. Then, "And how will we do this?" A tall, dark haired girl asked. "The wolves see them daily. They barely let them out of their sight."

"Key word there barely. They'll have to slip up sometime." The blond shrugged. "I'll just keep my eyes open and pick them off slowly. One by one."

"Why?"

She smiled. "Whats the fun in killing if you can't whatch the victims scramble first?"

Chapter 1

Embry's POV

I highly doubt you read that last thing Cat and I wrote. That's okay. I probably wouldn't have either. It was meant to be read. It was just something Cathryn wanted so she could cleared up on a few things. Make sure it wasn't all a dream. Or nightmare. Whichever. This one, though, will be different. For one thing, this one was my idea. For another, Cathryn doesn't just need clearing up on some stuff. This time, she isn't aware that half of this even happened. Also, we want this one read. By as many people involved in the supernatural world as possible. You guys need to know the real story. The truth. About the Volturi, about the Cullens, about us shape shifters.

But, since I'm assuming you know nothing about these differences, having not read the other one and therefore having nothing to compare it with, I'll just catch you up on a few things. This story starts about two years after I first met Cathryn, one year after we started dating. When I first saw her, it was like a punch in the stomach. She hit me hard. And I knew I needed her. Which kind of sucked for her, seeing as, you've probably figured out by now, I'm not exactly your average guy. I live in La Push. I'm half Quilleute, half Makah. And Quilleutes-well, not all Quilleutes, just a few- have this tiny little…problem.

We have the ability to change into giant wolves. At will, or when ever we get stressed or angry, we phase into monsters. There are two packs of us. Plus the Cullens, who, despite our insticts to rip them to shreds, have proven to be great allies. Even friends. The Cullens are vampires. The very creatures we were designed for killing. So why are we friends with them?

Well, there's the obvious reason. They are vegetarians. They don't drink the blood of humans, only feeding off of animals. So there really isn't much reason for us to dislike them. But another, more important reason is also the reason I have Cathryn in my life. See, some wolves have a little glitch. A weakness, I guess you'd call it. I mean, despite our shape shifting, we are only human. We can fall in love just like any other human being in the world. Some of us can, anyway. But others imprint.

A werewolf's imprint is their soul mate. When we see her-or him, in Leah's case-we immediately love them more than anything, anyone in the world. It's the only thing that affects us more than an alpha's command. We need them. We need them like we need water and air and food. Without them…we would die. There is nothing anyone could do to hurt us more than to take her away from us.

And Jacob imprinted on a Cullen. So now we are kind of like future in laws.

And I, in case you haven't figured it out yet, imprinted on Cathryn.

"Cathryn." Quil's voice began in an ominous but bad Darth Vader impression. "I…am…your…father. Now call me back!"

Cathryn was, at the moment, in the bathroom, changing into her bathing suit. She had, at long last and with the help of Jacob and Quil, convinced me to let her go cliff diving with me and the other guys. Other guys meaning Jacob and Quil. They had gotten surprisingly close in the past year.

Not close enough, however, for Cathryn to bother listening to their messages.

"Remind me Cat, what is your religion? And why is returning calls against it?" That was the second message in her voicemail. It was from Jacob. I pressed seven, deleting it and moving on to the next one.

Which turned out to be from me. "Cathryn Elizabeth Tarver! I don't care if Papaya ran away. I don't care if your mother is deathly ill and you are in tears. I don't care if Lizzie is deathly ill and you are in the middle of a party. I don't care if you are dead. Your rotting corpse will call me back."

She hadn't, by the way. I moved on.

"Ello." It took me a minute to recognize Brady's voice, disguised with some sort of accent. "I em Pablo from de resssstarint ….tacos……..tacos-tacos. Ean twenty-five meenutes or leees, you weal receive five-hundred tacos at your door. Unless you call and canceal de order. Goode-bye."

The next one was from me again. "Are you dead?" I had demanded. I deleted it and moved on.

"Cathryn." Renesmee said, her voice light on the surface but underneath I detected genuine annoyance. "You may not have realized this, what with your tendency to never consider the outcome of your rash and thoughtless actions, but when some one is repeatedly calling you, that usually means that they ant to talk to you. And when you repeatedly don't answer, or even call back, that person may, for some totally irrational reason, feel blown off. Almost as if you don't want to talk to them. And after the first fifty or so times this happens, that person may get their feelings hurt. And then they won't really want to see you too much. Thus, if you keep this whole ignoring thing up, you shall become a friendless loser. Except for Embry, because he's an idiot." I rolled my eyes. Thanks so much, Nessie. I am definitely feeling the love. I moved on to the last one.

"Cat." It was me again. "If you don't call me back in the next hour, I am calling Chief Swan."

Cat had not called me back. And I did actually call Charlie. Just to irritate Cat though, not out of actual concern. Mostly.

I reached the end of her voicemails just as Cathryn opened her bathroom door and came out in a red bikini. Well, I think it was red. It may have been orange, though. Or pink. I was trying not to look at it too much, knowing that if I did I was likely to lose my train of thought. "Hey," I said, grinning.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why do you have my phone?" She demanded.

"Well, somebody has to listen to your messages. And that some one obviously isn't you, iof these voicemails are of any indication. Your friends are feeling very ignored." I informed her.

Cathryn walked over and plopped herself down on my lap. "They'll live." She said nonchalantly.

"They might." I acknowledged. "But what about me? You still haven't called me back, you know."

"Yeah." Cathryn got up on her knees so she could reach, and kissed me quickly on the lips. " I don't intend to."

"Of course you don't." I muttered in between kissing her back.

Unfortunately, before we could really get into it, I heard the low rumbling of tires against gravel. "Dang," I sighed, reluctantly pulling away. "Jacob and Quil are here."

"Ugh." Cathryn wrinkled her nose. "Do you think maybe we could just ditch them?"

"Nope." I stood up. "I think they've suffered enough neglect at the hands of Cathryn Tarver already, don't you?"

"Not particularly." Cat sniffed. But she stood up too.

Cathryn's POV

"Cathryn," Embry said anxiously. "It's not too late to back out, you know. If you're scared I totally understand. I can take you straight home. Or," He added as an afterthought, "To my place."

"And Jacob's and Quil's place." I reminded him. "Who will be very angry when they realize that they've been abandoned."

Embry snorted. "Since when have you ever cared about anyone's feelings?"

I ignored the question. "Just jump." Igave him a little shove towards the edge of the cliff.

Embry stared at me for a moment, searching for any sign of fear and uncertainty. He found none. As usual. I wasn't really the scared and uncertain type. Then with a sigh, as if he found jumping off a three-hundred foot high ledge dull, he flung himself over the edge. I whatched, feeling my stomach twist for the first time in anxiety. He was beautiful, I realized, not for the first time. He twisted and cartwheeled himself down, flying rapidly through the air before landing with a splash in the deep blue ocean. Yep, you read correctly. The water was blue for once, and not its usual stormy gray.

Cliff diving looked even more amazing up close. I could already feel the adrenaline.

So why was I suddenly so afraid? Maybe it was the absence of Embry. I had grown to be so pathetically dependant on him lately. Him gone now…I felt alone.

Or perhaps I had finally noticed how high the height actaully was.

Probably, though, I was just chickening out.

But I wasn't going to do that. I took a shaky deep breath, trying to calm myself. Cathryn Tarver did not chicken out. She wasn't afraid of anything. Ever. And Embry was down there. The chance of him ever letting anything happen to me was, like, nil. So, ignoring the weakness in my knees and the roaring in my ears, I backed up a few quick steps. Then I took a running leap off the side of the mountain.

"Aaahhheeeiii!!!!!" I screamed as I fell. It felt, in a word, amazing. Exhilerated. Free.

Oh, wait. That was three words.

Whatever. It was fun. I loved it. And the way my stomach lept to my throat, and my arms and leggs flailed helplessly, finding nothing to hold on to? Just added to the thrill.

It did hurt, though, when my body broke the surface of the water. Kind of like a belly-flop. Only I'd jumped feet-first. Almost as soon as I was submegered in the cold liquid, I felt wrm, strong hand pullng me back up.

"You okay, Cat?" Embry asked worredly, pulling me to him.

"Y-yeah," I sputtered, once I was done coughing all over him. "Fine."

"That was wonderful, Cathryn." Quil said seriously, a few yards away. "Next time though, you may want to think about actually diving."

"Maybe Cathryn doesn't want to go again." Embry countered.

"Yeah," Jacob snorted. "You keep holding on to that dream. She's Cathryn, remember? Of corse she wants to do it again."

Embry glanced at me.

I nodded eagerly, trying to keep my teeth from chattering. Embry would use any excuse to keep me from going back up there. And despite the heat radiating from his body, I was cold. It was March, the earliest time I could convince Embry to take me. In Florida, March had regularly been in the eighties, but here it was still like the fifties.

But that was not going to stop me from cliff diving until three o'clock in the morning.

Although Embry might….