Warnings: Bella bashing. There will be a threesome Emmett/Jake/Edward later on

Quil propped himself up on the bed. "Turn up the volume, will ya?"

"Why?" growled Embry as he rummaged through the stuff on the desk. Finally he found the remote and pointed it at the dilapidated CD player.

"Jake listened to that song a lot, before he ran away."

Embry grimaced, feeling the ache in his chest from the continued absence of his best friend. "D'you think he'll ever come back?"

"Dunno," muttered Quill sullenly.

The thudding sound of pebbles against the windowpane caused Embry's heart to race. It was Jake's way to tell them he wanted to speak with them.

The glass on the open window rattled as Jake's large silhouette filled the space between the weathered wood of the frame. With an elegant sweeping motion, the tall Quileute swung his body inside the room. He stood up slowly and rubbed the stubble on his chin, breathing the familiar scent of his friends which was mixed with old leftover pizza.

"Hey, guys!"

Jake's voice was hoarse with disuse which brought a pang to Embry's heart; it pained him to see Jake so down. "Man, we've missed you!"

Nevertheless, the two friends beamed at him. Jake shivered as he listened to the sounds coming over the wrestled the control from Embry and angrily pushed the button on the edge, silencing the melody that brought painful memories.

Seeing his friends' puzzled expressions, Jake said, "We danced by the moonlight to this song; can't stand hearing it."

"So," said Quil tentatively, "you're back?"

Jake heaved a deep breath and crossed his arms over his bulging bare chest. "You've no clue? Today is their wedding."

Quil and Embry exchanged guilty glances. Being so mired in patrol duties, they hardly paid attention to the date.

"Gotta attend and see my love one last time…" Jake trailed off as his hand moved unobtrusively to his cheek to wipe the lonely tear that rolled down his russet skin.

His voice raspy with emotion, Jake pointed at the window. "Went to Seth's but they'd already left." Then he waved his arm at Quil's closet. "Hope the suit I brought for summer vacation is still there?"

Quil smiled impishly, his brown eyes shining in the lamplight. "Sure, mom's always asking me to tidy up; grandpa makes excuses though, says I'm busy with tribe business."

"Whatever," Jake said absently as he rummaged through the closet. He pulled out the white shirt and black pants he'd bought at Port Angeles.

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After dressing up in the woods outside the Cullen house, the three friends cautiously descended the steep hill. Jake put his hand on the rough bark of an old pine, and for once, the scent of the trees and the wildlife brought no comfort to his heart.

He squinted at the brightly lit house which appeared as ethereal as if it had come out of a fairy tale; a story which held no happy ending for him.

The strewn chairs gave him the first clue something was not right. They had been destroyed, and his gaze was drawn to the white tablecloths scattered around the lawn. It looked as if a minor battle had taken place. Jake's heart beat madly against his ribs. Had those Volturi guys come and wreaked havoc? Had they killed the one he loved?

His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply; there were no traces of odd scents, only the one he'd grown so accustomed to. His eyebrows puzzling in confusion, he realized Seth and his father weren't there. Had they been captured by those Italian bloodsuckers? Or had the other guests turned on them and caused all the mayhem?

A blurry shape rushed out of the house, limned briefly by the lights strung on the cables high above the lawn.

"The Volturi did not attack us, wolf." Cullen's hair appeared woven out of molten copper by the scant light, and his smooth voice made Jake shiver.

The Quileute stood his ground defiantly, puffing up his chest. "Where's your Bella?"

"She's gone, along with all the guests." Edward sighed and stuck his hands in the pockets of his torn formal jacket, a slice of tantalizing marble skin visible above his belt.

"What happened, man?" Quil arched his eyebrow at Edward and pointed at the destroyed furniture on the grass. "Looks like a tornado passed by."

"I called off the wedding," said Edward curtly.

"What?" Jake's big frame shook with emotion.

"I couldn't pretend anymore. When I explained my reasons, Alice went berserk and attacked us." He turned back his body and pointed at a broken table just to the left of the door. "The Denalis and other guests took sides and we had a fight on our hands."

"Why did you call it off?" Jake frowned at Edward; he wished he had the power to read his mind.

"Because I remembered our dance, Jake," said Edward softly. "In the snow outside the tent? Bella fell asleep and we snuck out, taking her iPod."

"You… do?" Jake was skeptical after the way the vampire had behaved.

"I'm sorry I brushed you off the next morning, that I…." Edward gulped as he tried to voice his feelings so his true love would listen to him. "Couldn't make up my damned mind; I was too caught up in what Bella wanted, her power as my Singer."

Edward looked down at the grass, shuffling his leather shoe against the ground.

"I should have listened to the song of my heart," he whispered; then he looked up at Jake, his golden eyes glowing in the moonlight. "Which is you, Jacob, always."

Quil nudged Embry's shoulder and pointed at the woods. His friend nodded, understanding that this moment belonged to Jake and Cullen. Tomorrow they would have their answers.

Jake stepped towards the vampire, and poked his chest. "Is this true? You're not playing with me?"

"I'm tired of playing, Jake." Edward smiled tiredly. "It's you I want; no one else will do. Alice didn't understand my hunger for you."

Jake cupped Edward's chin and leaned towards the vampire, kissing him timidly. The feeling of his soft stubble against Edward's cold skin made both men shiver.

Edward muttered against the warm cheek of his love. "I've waited so long for you, Jake. Will you be mine?"

Jake nibbled playfully on the marble ear shell of his love. "I won't let anyone take you from me."

The two swayed in the moonlight, their hips close as they danced slowly to the beat of a melody only they could hear.