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As promised, Sam had done his very best to remove any other members of the pack from their home. It hadn't been too difficult, he had simply told them to get out, and when a couple of them protested loudly he used the threat that Emily had suggested. It worked alarmingly well, the threat of no more muffins seemed to be something that the boys couldn't bear. They'd all trooped out, and they couldn't have looked more bashful if they'd tried. As Sam heard the door slam loudly, no doubt a hostile reaction to Emily's threats, he moved to the kitchen table and cleared up. He wasn't so tidy as Emily, but he deposited plates and glasses into the sink and began to run some water over them before washing them up.

The hour was nearing three and Sam found himself watching the little clock on the wall as he roughly dried dishes with a cloth from the side. He didn't know who'd arrive first, whether it'd be Emily or Jacob, and he just hoped that Jacob wasn't going to be as "flighty" as Emily thought. Flighty meant emotional, emotional could lead to angry and angry meant dangerous. Sam was firm about this, he was never going to let Emily near a werewolf in wolf form again for as long as he lived.

The dishes finished, he sat down, the wooden seat creaking in protest at his tall frame. Arms folded, he looked to the clock once again. One or both of them should be arriving soon.