Chapter 13


"Come on, Pipsqueak, no need to be shy," Paul called arrogantly, grinning. Jani shot him a sharp look and bared her teeth before catching herself in the act. There was a moment of confusion—what was that?

"Jani?" I whispered. She tried not to look at me, but I could tell she was panicking on the inside. I took her hand slowly and reassuringly. "Tell us the whole story, Jani," I prompted. The curiosity burned at me. Her eyes flickered around the now circle of werewolves around us; she was frantic. Jani blurted out one statement in her panic.

"I'm a werewolf!"

I stared at her, unblinkingly, as I thought this through. Rather, I tried to think it through, but my mind went blank every time. I barely noticed the questions being shot off at Jani, like rapid-fire, until I saw her frown. Then, I could not resist taking her into my arms, rubbing her back soothingly. Surprisingly, pleasantly, she wrapped her arms around my torso and placed her head against my chest.

"Shut it!" I growled at the rest of them. The pack quieted down. I didn't register their faces—I only had eyes for Jani. She was warm. That was weird. I guess it was because she was…a werewolf? I still couldn't get it through my head. It seemed illogical. Why? Leah was the only girl, and even then she had more Quileute than Jani. And Jani died. It hurt me to think it, but it was true—she had died. Unless we'd all gone crazy and imagined it. There was a back-story to this, one we didn't know.

"I'm sorry," Jani whispered, hands closed in loose fists, which meant she was closed off to me emotionally. Why? I felt my heart sink just a little more.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked. "And how are you a werewolf?"

"I-I have to tell you all something," she murmured, pulling away from my embrace. She stood a mere five feet away now, but it felt like miles stretched between us. My heart sank again.

"Are we getting answers?" someone asked. I didn't care. Why was Jani putting so much distance between us?

"Yes, you're getting answers," she retorted. Then she looked down at the ground for a moment before meeting their gazes with a fierce determination. "I am a werewolf."

"H—" Before Sam could ask how, Jani held a hand up.

"I'm not like you guys," she interrupted. "I wasn't changed to a wolf because of some stupid vampire." A pause. "And I don't feel totally comfortable telling this to all of you as a pack, so pick a person or two and you'll find out by the pack plural later." Sam stepped forward with a stern nod at the others, who made sounds of disgruntlement but headed back to the bonfire.

"Embry?" Sam said. I nodded slowly, walking towards Jani again. She spared me a glance before turning and walking down the beach, away from the bonfire. Sam followed after her, and I followed after them, feeling a twinge of rejection that I tried to suppress as best I could.

Before I knew it, we were near the highest cliff—the one we usually dive off of—and Jani leaned against the trunk of a tree nearby. Sam stood in front of her, pacing, and I stayed awkwardly to the side, gazing at Jani and wishing she'd look at me, but she seemed pointedly not doing so.

"How are you alive?" Sam inquired, still pacing, but more slowly. Jani took a deep breath.

"Pass." Sam stopped and snapped his gaze up to her.


"Pass," she repeated. "Next question." I thought Sam was going to blow up for a second, but he kept his cool and turned back to the darkness over the edge of the cliff.

"What do you mean, you're a werewolf?"

"It'll be easier if I just start at the beginning," she murmured, closing her eyes. "Alright. Well, after what happened in the clearing… See, the thing is, before he snapped my neck, I used astral projection—I think so, anyway. I dunno. But that's not the point. Basically, my soul was out, but my body was dead." I flinched, clenching my hands. Jani continued nevertheless, as if she'd rehearsed this before. "So what happened was that I forgot everything. It was days before I remembered any of it, who I was and all—my soul was weak, and I was wandering. I didn't know it, `cause, you know, you never know it in astral form. So when I remembered, and when I looked around to see where I'd gone, it was a bit of a shock for me. See, I remember living somewhere near Arizona once in my life, long ago as a little girl, but I wasn't used to it at all. It was so sunny in that place. Desert. Dry.

"When I realized that I could feel those things, I was confused. I didn't know what was going on. I was forgetting who I was, all over again. But I kept wandering, because for some reason I felt pulled to this place.

"The Navajo Nation became my home for nearly a month," she recalled, speaking as if she were still there. Jani's voice held a mystic, homey yearning in it as she spoke. "There's a reservation, see, and then there's us. We made our home in the desert of the Navajo Nation—not very big and not very far from the reservation, but isolated enough for us to find peace."

"Who's us?" I asked, suddenly feeling a pang of jealousy. Some other people had Jani for a month when I thought she was dead—when I so yearned for her but never got her. Not until now, that is, if that.

Jani's eyes flew open and she frowned at me for interrupting. "Let me continue and you'll find out," she remarked hotly. I exhaled sharply, feeling something like a blow to my chest. The sharp words of my imprint, my soul mate, hurt. But I kept myself together to listen to her tell her story. "When I had reached that little place, hidden in the desert, someone found me right away. She smiled and called out to somebody else that they'd gotten another one.

"It was confusing at first—I didn't know any of their customs, didn't know what they were talking about, none of their secrets…but, somehow, I fit in. They accepted me. At first, they kept certain things from me, but as I began to trust them and tell them about myself they began to tell me things in return.

"In the Navajo Nation, on the borders between the main villages and the United States (because, technically, we aren't in United States jurisdiction), there's a large community of guardians. At least, that's how they think of themselves. There are different kinds of people in different areas, and I had landed myself in the Coyote Lands. They explained to me that they did things for the good of the Navajo society, but that they themselves were seen as outcasts by most of them. Still, it was their birthright, their destiny to become great as they were."

"If they were protecting the people…why were they outcasts?" Sam inquired. Jani paused and looked over at him, almost staring through him.

"Why are you outcasts?" she refuted. There was a pregnant pause, and she spoke again. "Exactly. They were different. They were strong. Some people knew what they were, and some people didn't believe that. But everyone felt they were pariahs."

"How were they different?" I asked. "Like us?" Jani's eyes caught mine and I felt a spark ignite in the pit of my stomach. I straightened up and walked closer to her. In a second, I saw her composure slip—in her eyes shone panic for a split-second—before she regained it.

"Yes, Embry, they are," she answered, her voice wavering minutely. I think Sam was analyzing this, but in my mind he wasn't even here. Jani looked away from my gaze for a moment.

"They're werewolves?" Sam asked. Jani looked up and around, as if considering it.


"What do you mean?"

"Well…like you guys aren't werewolves, you're shape shifters. They're kind of like that, except with more flexibility…" Jani trailed off, probably thinking over how to phrase it.

"How are you a…werewolf?" Sam asked instead.

"Well, it was…my way. It was what I chose," she replied. "See, when new people get there—alright, well, basically, the people I'm talking about are Navajo people who can use astral projection, or who were once able to, I should say. None of us, I think, can actually astral project anymore. A lot of us have died at some point, too—I think you can only die once."

"You're saying that they could project like you could?" I asked. Then I backtracked. "Wait, you can't project anymore?" She shook her head, and I was mentally cheering. Though I'm not sure being a werewolf was much better.

"Anyways," Jani stated, "I'll explain it like they did. If you're at least half-Navajo, connected to certain clans who at one point could use astral projection, and if you can astral project, you can die and come back at some point. The thing is, very few Navajos today actually use astral projection, so much so that it's barely spoken of and lots of children don't know about it. Those that can project are lucky—I guess, if that's what you'd call it.

"When you die, your soul sort of…detaches…or the astral cord snaps. Then you're sorta drifting for a bit, becoming solid and all. Your soul knows the way back to its homeland, but it might take a few days before you're there. During those days, your soul…solidifies, I think. I'm not sure if that's the right term, but I do know that you begin to feel things, as if you were human and in your body.

"When I got to the Navajo Nation, when they found me, I was brought into the clan like an old friend—like family. After a few days to adjust to finding myself at least somewhat human, and alive, they made me find…well, this is where the story gets confusing.

"See, after you arrive, after you've settled, you have to have an actual body. Otherwise, you're like a—a ghost or something. Kind of like plasma or something. But you can't live like that, because you start to fade away after a while. So we all find our…guardians, I suppose. They call it that—guardians—just like they call themselves."

I could tell she was stalling. It was all about stalling. Jani didn't really want to tell us this. That kind of hurt, but what could I do? Maybe she was sworn to secrecy or something. I didn't like it—I wanted her to tell me everything, let me protect her… I couldn't do that if I didn't know everything.

"Just tell us, Jani," I breathed, reaching for her hand. It was warm—so her temperature was probably warmer than mine, which was a bit surprising. Jani took a deep breath.

"Well, we find our animals—our spirit guardians. Like you guys with your wolf forms…we have our own. Some people have chosen, but most were chosen by their guardians. It's a lot like your wolves, actually. We share their body, their instincts. We are one."

I couldn't speak. It was a lot to take in. Sam did speak. "You're a wolf, then? What other animal—guardians—are there?"

"Yeah, I'm a wolf," Jani answered wryly. "There are many others. One of my good friends, she's a coyote girl. There are eagles, a couple foxes, even bears and cougars, owls and crows. They say the wolves and coyotes are the best, though, and there's more of us."

For a moment there was silence. None of us really knew what to say. I was begging, yearning to know something, but I couldn't ask it. It would seem…rude? It would seem like I didn't want her here, when in reality that I was all I ever cared for. But in the end, I had to ask her.

"If you were there…with them…what are you doing back here?" A shadow passed over her face when I broke the silence with this question, and she snatched her hand out of mine.

"I'm letting you guys know," Jani said, frowning. She pushed herself away from the tree trunk and moved away, her features looking slightly wild. She stood at the edge of the cliff, staring over the ocean, for a moment before turning back and moving past us into the woods. I immediately followed, and registered Sam coming up behind us.

"Where are you going?"

"Away," she replied curtly. "I'm not supposed to be here, and I hate it. But I just had to come back, to tell you guys I was alive."

"You're leaving?" my fists clenched as I ran after her. Her footsteps quickened, but I was able to keep up with her in an instant. Forget Sam—forget the pack—forget the world—this was me and her. We needed to talk. She couldn't leave—I needed her—I loved her—I wanted her—I would without her, especially knowing she was alive and I couldn't have her.

"I have to leave."

"No, no, you don't," I insisted, grabbing onto her wrist and wrapping my arms around her—locking her in my embrace. It was both satisfying and heartbreaking. I missed her…her scent invaded my mind, and my mind was foggy before I forced myself to concentrate.

"Let me go, Embry," she whispered, her eyes closed. "I need to go back."

"…why?" Even I hated my voice. It was broken; all my grief, all my desperation, all my emotions were thrown into it, and if I didn't hold it back I would've started crying. Jani stopped resisting and let herself relax, defeated and just as desperate as I was. But she had tears on her cheeks.

"I have a job to do…"

"Jani, you can't leave…"

"I belong there. They need me."

"You belong here," I whispered. "Please don't leave me again." Jani looked up at me, and my eyes scanned her face. There were tears running down her cheeks, wetting her eyelashes, making her eyes glisten… She had such a hopeless expression, such a conflicted one. I wanted to make the pain go away. Her pain tore at my heart. And even for all the world, I wouldn't take imprinting away—I loved the pain because I loved her, and I wanted her happy. And I needed to make her happy now.

"Embry, you don't understand…" Jani's voice grew meeker. What had happened to her that had changed her so much?

"If you don't like it there, you don't have to go back—you can stay here, with me, with the pack. Sam might make you run patrols and stuff, but it'll be great back here…won't you like that, Jani?"

"I can't, Em. You don't get it. It's just—I can't."

"Jani, dammit, yes, you can. Like I said, you can stay here, in La Push. You don't have to go back—"

"Embry!" she interrupted. "I like it there, okay? And I have friends back there, too, you know! It's just…I can't leave. There's certain traditions that have to be followed—I have to help my people—I can't abandon them—"

"Like you abandoned us?" I retorted, then instantly regretted it. My anger had flared up, and so had Jani's. This wasn't good. She glared at me and fought to get out of my arms, but I wouldn't let go. I tightened my grip, even while she dug her nails into my arms. "I'm s—"

"Don't even try to say you're sorry!" I winced. "I know you are, okay? And I'm sorry." With a huff of frustration, she slumped against me, exasperated. "I know, okay? And I just—just had to get back—to see you…er, to see you all."

"Janiya…" I cupped her chin and made her look up at me. "Why are you so hellbent on ignoring me—ignoring the imprint?"

"My wolf-ness isn't like yours, so technically the imprint's probably still one-way," she muttered sharply. I flinched, feeling a sense of dread grow in me, more so than before. Did she not love me anymore? No—no, I couldn't believe that…she had to be acting…right? Why? She had to love me…didn't she? The imprint…


"I just can't, Embry, it's too confusing."

"Do you love me?"


"Do you still love me?"

"What…" Her breath caught. "Embry…"

"Answer me," I insisted. "Please. I need to know."

"Yes, Embry."

"'Yes', what?" Jani gave me a look that clearly said, 'are you serious?'

"Yes, Embry," she said, as if she were speaking to a seven-year-old, but then her tone softened. "I still love you."

So I did the natural thing to do—I kissed her. My arms were no longer restraining but embracing as they fell to her waist and pulled her to me. Her sweet lips, her hands, her body—I missed her so much. I loved her so much. Jani reached for my hair, twisting the locks in her fingers and pulling me closer to her.

"Then do me favor."


"Never leave me," I murmured, running my hand along her back. Jani took a shaky breath.

"I can't make any promises," she replied with a wry laugh.

"Why not?"

"It's too complicated."

"Then un-complicate it."

Another shaky breath. "That's asking too much."

"Is it?" I questioned. Was it really? Couldn't she just explain? I mean…I was her soul mate. I would understand…or at least try to understand anything and everything she wanted me to…except maybe physics.

"Embry," Jani insisted again, "I just…can't…"

"Why not?" She should be able to tell me anything. She was my only. My imprint.

Jani bit her lip and stared at me in silence, her dark eyes growing wet with unshed tears. "It would hurt you too much." I felt my breath leave me for a moment. I feared the worst. What happened? She still loved me—of that, I should be certain. Should.

"I can handle it," I refuted, pressing my lips to her forehead. Janiya exhaled against my neck, sending shivers up my spine.

"I'm… I… There's—"

A snarl ripped from the forest behind us. My arms tightened around her waist as Jani flinched. It was probably just the pack, I figured, but my arms didn't loosen. I didn't think this was the pack. Not my pack, not the guys. Besides, it was just one growl.

A figure appeared out of the thicker forest. He was tall, like I was, but a little shorter. His skin was more bronzed than russet, and he was built differently than us. I wasn't sure how, but he did look different. He was angry. Primal.

"Ni," he growled out, glaring, not at me, but at Jani. I held her even tighter, stepping just so. I shielded her, slightly, from him, growling back. His eyes like coal snapped to me challengingly. Jani turned in my arms and tried to get free, but I wouldn't let her go. Was she crazy? This guy was obviously something like a werewolf, and I wouldn't let him anywhere near her, especially not since he looked furious at her. And what did he call her? Ni? What the hell?

"Embry, stop," Jani hissed.

"Who are you?" I demanded of him. He only glared at me. Jani dug her nails into my arms and I winced. She moved away from me and stood between us.

"Embry, this is…Nastas," she said. "He is the leader of my pack."

"What?" Why would her leader hurt her? Or threaten her?

"He came to bring you home," another voice, one that sounded adventurous and callow, bounced out of the woods behind us. A young girl prowled out of the forest in a steady gait, watching Jani with large, almond-shaped brown eyes.

"Hey, Mae," Jani greeted somewhat tiredly. The girl beamed, managing not to look girlish and immature.

"Hey, Iya!" She smiled toward her before she made an attempt to make a serious face. Jani frowned only slightly, as if annoyed.

"What's going on?" I demanded. Jani was just standing around awkwardly, as if annoyed by the girl and uncomfortable because of—what's-his-face? Nasty?—Nastas.

The girl turned to me, her heart-shaped face inclined in my direction. "Iya has to come with us," she said quietly.

"No," I growled. "Why? Why makes you think you need her more than I do?"

"Embry, stop going on the offensive," Jani murmured, placing a hand against my chest.

"Nastas cannot answer you," the girl—Mae?—chirped, ignoring my outburst as if she were used to such things.

"Why not?"

"He cannot speak to you. You are not of his kind, so you will not understand. Plus, you're not worthy in his eyes for even an attempt." A feral snarl ripped out of my throat. In the back of my mind, I knew that I felt more like Paul than myself.

"You can't just take her back," I argued.

"Actually, they can," Jani mentioned flatly, with a slight grimace on her features. The hole Jani's "death" had left in my chest reopened at the mere threat of her leaving. I took her by the shoulders.

"And you're not even protesting?" There was a pain, coupled with slight anger, in me. She was allowing herself to be taken away? For what?

"You don't understand—"

"Then make me understand."

Jani glowered. She looked back toward Nastas, who was waiting impatiently, clenching and unclenching his fists. Then, Jani began speaking. I couldn't understand her—her words were lissome and glib, and Nastas seemed to understand them. He grew angrier and responded, but his words sounded harsher and sharper in comparison. Jani and Nastas began yelling about something, arguing.

"What are they talking about?" I asked the girl, wanting to interrupt the discussion but not wanting to get on Jani's bad side any more than I already was.

"Hmm?" She turned towards me. "Oh. Well…um…she's asking for a few days or weeks here to calm the situation…mmm…he's arguing that—…oh, I don't think she'll be able to stay. But we need her there, you know, so…" She shook her head just as Jani got the last word—Nastas had paused at something, either stumped, shocked, or thoughtful.

"What happened now?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, well…" The girl bit her lip, her brows knitted. "I, um, I think he's gonna let her stay." This lifted a great weight off my shoulders. I was about to respond, but Jani turned back to me.

"Embry, we're going to go now, okay?" I flinched. She was leaving? What? But— "Er—no! Not—not me. I mean—I meant—you and I, we're going to head back to—head back home, okay?" Jani took my hand and a smile immediately parted my face.

I looked back at Nastas and the girl—he was glaring and she shrugged. Jani barked something at him in their language and his eyes narrowed but he retreated until there was no sight of him. The girl bounced up to us.

"Hi!" she chirped.

"Yeah, you already said that…" Jani deadpanned. I had the feeling that she didn't really like this girl.

"Can you explain all this to me?" I interrupted.

"Well!" said the girl before Jani could start. "See, Jani joined our pack of soul animal shifters not too long ago. Nastas is the leader of our branch, the wolves, and he, er, takes his job pretty seriously. No cubs get lost. Or should, anyway. Jani kind of ran away from her job back at the Navajo Nation."

"That's not true!" Jani interjected. "You know why I left, and it wasn't because of what we do!"

"Alright, alright, I'm just telling the story Nastas has given the rest of us." Jani groaned. I rubbed her arm comfortingly.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Me? I'm Jazmae Nizhoni—that's like Jahz-may Nih-zhjo-nee, but you can just call me Jazzy, though Janiya doesn't, so I call her Iya—"

"He gets it," Jani stated flatly. Jazzy seemed not to have heard her.

"So, basically, I'm here to keep an eye on her until—until she decides it's time to go back."

"She's not going back," I insisted. Jazzy just shrugged.

"According to you. But I'm here to make sure she doesn't run off with you. And trust me, I will make sure of that."

I sat staring at her, my love. My eyes never strayed from her, and she never looked away from me. I wished we weren't so far apart in the living room. I wished we weren't in such an awkward situation, at Paul's house because that was the only place I could think of where there would be no one to intrude on us at the moment. The silence was awkward enough without others coming in and making it even more pronounced with all their odd attempts at reconciliation or whatever.

"I love you," I had said a while ago. Maybe an hour ago. I was desperate. It didn't matter that she didn't respond. Seeing Jani almost have to leave…again…it was painful. Every day since her "death" had been painful, but this day was at the very least manageable in comparison.

"Will you two say something? This is pretty boring!" exclaimed Jazzy, throwing her arms up in the air. She had been sitting on a chair somewhat between Jani and I, and now stood up and shoved it away. For the first time, Jani tore her eyes away from our stare off and glared at Jazzy.

"Will you shut your trap?" she hissed. I didn't even flinch. Jani was angrier than when she'd left—I'd noticed this various times today—and I was already getting used to it. I wasn't sure if that was good or not.

"Excuse me, Jan," Jazzy muttered, more quietly, trying to defuse this bomb. "But, really, you're just staring at each other. It's horribly awk—"

"Yes, yes, it's awkward, we get that!" Jani groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Oh, please, Jazz, just go and give us a few minutes."

"Sure, sure," she replied easily, completely over whatever had just happened. With an easygoing grin, she headed for the door. "Ten minutes. No running. Oh, and, sorry for the screaming thing."

"Mmhm," Jani murmured noncommittally as Jazzy left. After a moment, she looked up at me, her eyes dark. I immediately rushed forward and knelt by her place on the couch, holding her hands in mine and staring up into her eyes.

"We have a lot to settle," I said. She nodded. "Tell me. What were you going to tell me before we got interrupted?" Jani frowned. She knew this was the moment the truth came out. I thought I could handle it.

I was wrong.

"I've been promised to someone."

"…what?" Those words were never good. Not to mention they sounded…well, I'd rather not make assumptions.

"…It's just, for the safety of the tribe…I have to. My mom was pretty high up in social ranks

, or would have been, if she had been a soul shifter."

"Soul shifter?"

"It's what we call ourselves…unofficially." She smiled wistfully. "Our animal guardians, they're part of our soul. Like the part that's been out in the world, allowing us to project. There's a lot of different theories on why and how. But basically, we meet take their form—they are part of us. We shift into them. Like you and your wolf-self. Only, ours is a bit more complicated. And there's more than just wolves. Mine was a wolf. Like I said before, there's tons of different animals."

"Alright…. Now, about that promised to thing?"

"I'm supposed to be his wife. Nastas's. His female Alpha, in wolf terms."

"What? Jani—how—" I trailed off. I was gonna get a heart attack from all these devastating blows to the heart—I was lucky I hadn't dropped dead yet. I groaned and laid my head in her lap, calming down only slightly when Jani began treading fingers through my hair.

"We'll figure this out," she said. I exhaled. That wesent a small feeling of reassurance. It completely and utterly sucked to be so powerless as I felt in that moment.

"That'swhy you said you had to leave?"

"Yes. That's also why he came, himself, with Jazmae as backup, and why he left her here, watching me. This was personal. If it were another soul shifter, he'd send a team of three to look for them. But no one really leaves, anyway."

"Is it really that great?" I asked in a small voice. She took a few seconds to respond.

"It's not terrible. I would have loved it, on other terms." Jani wryly smiled at me. "Anywherewould be tough to like when your imprinter is so far away." I grinned.

"So I take it you missed me?"


I leaned up to kiss her, and she draped her arms over my shoulders. In my mind, we were good. We were fixed, at least for that moment. Emotionally, I was very shaken by today's events. Part of me still focused on the fact that she was "promised" to Nastas, but that same part didn't believe it. I knew it had to be true, but I couldn't bring myself to think it.

"Times up!" came the shrill yell of Jazzy. Jani and I broke apart quickly. Jani huffed and crossed her arms as Jazzy came bounding back into the house. I sat beside her, placing a hand on her arm, and glanced at Jazzy. The girl was lounging on the sofa chair now, grinning mischievously. "You know, if you weren't against the rules, you'd be adorable. As it is, Iya, you should probably keep the kissing to a minimum. Nastas won't like it."

Jani scowled, as did I.

"Also—you should tell the other werewolves," Jazzy continued, absently twirling a stray lock of hair. "They'll want to know why you're not staying long."

I growled. "You—"

"Don't slay the messenger," Jazmae interrupted nonchalantly. "Were it my decision, I'd let her stay. As it is, I don't even rank high enough to influence his decision." Getting up fluidly, she headed for the bedrooms—or where she thought the bedrooms were, I supposed. "I hope your pal doesn't mind, but I'm crashing here tonight." Then she was gone. Or in some bedroom.

"Is she always like this?" I asked.


"Good thing Paul has the night shift, then."

"Yeah, I don't reckon he'd be too glad to see a random girl in his b—actually…"

First of all, I would like to formally apologize to all of my readers.

I'm sorry.

Next, I'll give excuses that are actually no excuse at all.

I had a lot of schoolwork, I've been prepping for high school next year, I have a ton of things to get ready for (events to come) in May, and I've had a bit of trouble (or a LOT of it) with the chapter. I couldn't find a way to write it. I did a oneshot with Seth and an OC and another werewolf (it's on my page, aptly named "I'm Sorry, Angel"), and a review there reminded me not to forget about Guidance. I'm so glad for it, because that's why I decided to try, yet again, at writing this, but with a new determination for this chapter.

I know where I want it to go. Sort of. I see how the story ends. I see the epilogue. I see that Point B (now) came from Point A (chapters before Embry's POV), and that it will get to Point C (the end/epilogue), but I don't see Line BC. That's kind of my problem—it's a dotted line, that kind of changes, so I guess it could even be a parabola.

Anyways, PLEASE review and give me ideas and BUG ME about updating, or else I will totally disappear. And I NEED to finish this before August, because in high school, I really will be too busy with schoolwork in my advanced curriculum. So yeah. Review!