["I stood there: waiting, wanting, hoping, feeling. Allowing the sensations of the world to consume me as I stared deeply into the pools of honey that were his eyes. I wanted no more than to dive right in. For him to hold me close and never let go."...
["You don't get it, I don't want to lose you, Casey." He suddenly blurted out.]
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Casey
A week and a half had passed since the night I landed myself in that bear trap. My arm had healed enough to resume pack duties, yet things felt different. Every waking moment, my mind went back to that night Embry and I shared that intimate moment together. Where we just relished the connection we had without momentary worry. Em had tried to bring up the emotions that night brought to the surface throughout the week, but each time I shut him down out of fear. I was a coward, I knew that but I just didn't know how to let him in without crumbling.
"Harry Clearwater is dead." Sam announced solemnly walking into the house.
"What? How?" I jumped up from my spot on the couch.
Sam looked down. "Victoria. She grabbed him, and he had a heart attack."
"Poor Leah, oh God, poor Seth." Jessie covered her mouth at the realization. "Wait, is our dad okay?"
"Yes, he's fine. It all happened so quickly. She was gone before the sheriff could even turn around and see anything. But your dad did."
"When did this happen? How were none of us there?" Paul questioned.
"It happened just yesterday, they were hoping Harry would pull through. She attacked him while you're father and the sheriff were gathering the last of the bear traps. She's getting bolder. We need to kill her soon before she hurts anyone else in La Push." Sam continued.
"Or anyone for that matter." I added. Yes, we protect La Push but I feel like we should protect anyone in harms way too.
Jacob and Jared walked into the house with sad looks on their faces. "Dad said they're gonna have a funeral for him tomorrow." Jake said quietly. I know what he was thinking. He was worrying about Bella. She told Jacob about what happened to her when she first dated Edward and some psycho vampire decided he wanted to hunt her. And now his mate, the stupid red head we've been chasing all around La Push is after her. This girl just breaths and vampires come after her. Not the luckiest person I know, that's for sure. But now Jacob does extra rounds around her house at night, just to be certain. I can't say I blame him for worrying, she's been acting so distant lately, not in person but mentally. Honestly, I worry for the girl. She isn't so bad. Kind of reminds me of a depressed version of Jessie, but well, Jessie swears a whole lot more.
"We need more patrols, Sam. No more single hunts." Jared said.
