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O.K, so the way it work is if something is in italics it is being said by a werewolf which has phased to other werewolves. If it's not in italics and is in quotation marks it is being said by someone out load.
The majority of the werewolf gang of La Parc were all hanging out in Emily's house when they first heard the voice. It was clearly from another werewolf as it echoed in their heads I'm in a clearing about a mile west of first beach. Come in your werewolf forms and bring the whole pack. The second the voice stopped everyone was stunned into silence; Sam was the first to recover. He turned to Jared who was as usual was eating and said "Go assemble the rest of the pack and meet us at the clearing. Everyone else, phase and onwards. Also, if anyone cares, the werewolf is our age and female."
When they reached the clearing an unusual sight awaited them. There was a lone wolf lying down in the grass half hidden in the trees so that you could only see her right side with her eyes closed and her head on her paws. That wasn't what was so strange though, what was odd was that the wolf had a pure white coat which made newly fallen snow look gray. Even more odd was that when the she-wolf looked up at the pack at their arrival they saw that her eyes were not the customary shade of black or brown but they were a sky blue. While the pack was staring at her dumbfounded Jared arrived with the other half of the pack. He took one look at her and practically screamed what the hell?! His outburst seemed to break the pack out of their trance and they all started to bombard her with questions while others were just commenting in unison.
WOW she is gorgeous –Seth
Who are you? –Leah
Where are you from? –Sam
You're weird looking. You know that right? –Paul
She's not weird looking she's pretty. Also, are you hurt? –Embry
They would have continued had she not began to whimper. At the sound, they stopped harassing her and stared at her intently. Please, one at a time you're hurting my head she mumbled now, before I answer your questions I need to know, are you the members of the Quileute tribe? If not, I'm sorry that I bothered you, I'll leave. Sam looked confused at the question but answered none the less no, don't leave, we are the Quileute. She looked ecstatic you are! So then which one of you is Jacob Black? The whole pack tensed as a huge russet colored wolf steaped forward I am he said. Jacob she addressed him is Billy, your father still alive? He looked a tad miffed at the question but he answered truthfully no, he died of a heart attack last year. She looked him in the eye and said unemotionally good.
He growled along with the rest of the pack at this statement but unlike everyone else, he pounced. In one lithe disconcerting movement, she had stood on her feet; she yelped and jumped to the side. He looked at her with a murderous which quickly became horrified as he and the pack took in her left side and chest. The satin smooth white fur was splattered in crimson blood which the wounds were still seeping. The fur was torn and mangled and the gash on her right forepaw was so deep you could see bone. She stood glaring as if daring them to comment for roughly a minute until she howled in pain and fell back into the position the pack had found her in; lying down so that you could no longer see the injuries. Jacob what did you do! Said Quil indignantly.