BPOV

Edward smiled at me from the driver's seat of my beat up truck. He had one hand gently guiding the steering wheel, and the other tightly locked in mine. I smiled back, involuntarily. I couldn't resist.

"Promise me you'll call when you're done?" Edward pleaded.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, I'll call you." I flashed his tiny phone in his direction.

"Thank you," Edward said, pushing my hair away from my forehead and leaning down to kiss me. His heavenly scent sent my head spinning. "I love you. Have fun."

"I love you, too," I replied. "And thanks." I looked out the windshield and noticed we had already arrived at the border where I was supposed to meet Jacob. I unwillingly let go of his hand and clumsily climbed out of the passenger seat. Once I shut the door, I waved goodbye with another smile, and jogged eagerly to where Jacob was leaning cooly on the Rabbit.

"Hey, Bells!" he greeted me, unfolding his arms from across his chest.

"Hey, Jake!" I said. "So, what do you have in store for me today?" I joked.

"I've decided, after much consideration, that I'm going to torture you at my house for tonight," he teased back. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I noticed the bags under his eyes. When was the last time he slept?

"Darn!" I said in mock disappiontment. "I was hoping to do something fun, but I understand that the big, bad wolf needs his sleep." I smiled at him.

"I guess you noticed," he said.

"Yeah, but I don't mind," I assured him. "Your place is fine. Even if you are sleeping."

He smiled back at me, and swiftly turned to the passenger door. He politely held it open for me, and I climbed in. He was inside the driver's seat before I could grab my seatbelt. Without another word, Jacob turned the car around, and sped down the dark road. He concentrated hard on whatever he could manage to see through the windsheild, as I watched his face. It was hard to read. He seemed to be trying to hide something, and it was working.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

He turned to look at me, smiling at my curiousity. "Do you remember Leah Clearwater?" I nodded, remembering the awful story that Jacob told me that day on First Beach. "She's a werewolf." He watched the shock change my face instanteously. He gave me a satisfied smile.

"Oh, my god! Since when?" I gasped.

"About a week ago," he replied. "Actually, the pack has grown a lot since I've seen you last. Seth Clearwater's changed, too."

I didn't listen to the second part of his statement. I was still thinking about Leah. "Poor girl," I whispered to myself.

Jacob rolled his eyes at me, returning his focus to the road. "You might feel sorry for her, but all her problems are sort of annoying," he admitted. I stared at him with my mouth hanging open.

"Jacob!" I shouted, hitting him on the shoulder. It felt like I punched a rock.

"What?" He chuckled at my anger. "She's always thinking about it, and is constantly confused, and well, it gets annoying after awhile." He shrugged.

"The girl's going through a tough time, and you think it's annoying?" I was dumbfounded. Although I barely knew her, I was awfully defensive. "It's not her fault everyone else is listening in. It's not like she's intentionally trying to torture you."

Jacob laughed, and I did too. He cut the engine, and I turned to see us in the garage. I unbuckled my seatbelt and hopped out. He was at my side immediately. He lead me into the house, and into the so called living room. He plopped quietly on the sofa, and reached for the remote. He turned on a basketball game, and tried to concentrate on it. I watched him instead of the game. I giggled quietly when I saw him fighting his eyelids to stay open. In the end, he lost and drifted silently to sleep.

I didn't wake him; he seemed like he needed his sleep. I leaned my head against the arm of the couch and closed my eyes. I wasn't tired but I decided to use this time to think. As soon as my eyes shut, images of Leah flashed through my mind. That poor girl, I thought. She must be so confused and hurt.

My thoughts slowly turned into dreams, and I saw Sam Uley standing tall above small, helpless Leah. Her face was hurt and moist with fresh tears. His hands gripped her shoulders, shaking her. He was trying to get her attention, but she didn't want to listen to him. She turned her head away from him. She didn't want to look at his face. He pulled away and let go of her tiny frame. He stepped back a few feet, and she feel to her knees, sobbing into her hands. He phased into the black wolf he was, and she looked up into his deep, black eyes. She mouthed, 'How could you?' but he only stared back into her eyes and disappeared into the thick, green forest. She sobbed harder, collapsing onto the underbrush and curling into a ball on the forest floor, silently crying to herself.

When I woke, the right side of my face was wet and so was the arm rest. I rubbed the tears from my blurred eyes, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. I was only out for a half hour, and Jacob was still fast asleep. His deep snoring must be what woke me up.

I got up to go to the bathroom, when I sensed a sweet smell in the air. It reminded me of Edward. The smell of his sweet breath was very similar to the smell that lingered here, but I was sure this wasn't him. My breath caught in my throat when I realized what must be going on. There was a vampire in Jacob Black's house. One that I didn't recognize, and I most likely didn't want to meet.