Hello all, and welcome to my very first fanfic!
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She was standing just behind the tree line staring directly at him. Why hadn't he noticed her before? Her brilliant white skin stood out sharply against the grim forest. She was downwind of him, so he hadn't been able to smell her. Still, he should have at least felt her eyes on him. When he blinked she was gone. He would have to mention this to Sam when they got to Emily's house.
"Did anyone else notice something a little creepy when we were coming back in from the patrol?" Quil beat me to it again. He had been doing that a lot lately. Embry nodded in agreement.
"Kinda like being watched, right? I've never gotten that feeling before. At least, not so… I dunno. It was pretty weird."
"I saw a girl standing by the trees. She just stood there and stared at me. I don't think she's a leech, but she was downwind so I can't be sure. She sure was pale enough," Jacob told the other two.
"It would be a good idea to tell Sam," Embry stated. When the trio got to quaint little house they did just that.
"Paul, Jake and I will take the night shift then. You guys might want to get some sleep now. I want you sharp for tonight." Sam's word was law, and the boys did as he said. Paul and Jake returned to the small house as the sun sank lazily into the horizon, pausing only long enough to kiss Emily's cheek and inhale one of her baked delights. Sam led them out into the forest as the full moon rose into a clear night.
About half an hour into a monotonous patrol, Jacob heard a sound he first attributed to the death cries one of the many creatures the wolves hunted; several snaps, not unlike the sound of bones breaking, and a low bellowing. Paul's voice asked in his mind, "What the hell is that?"
"I thought one of you might be hunting," he replied.
"It's not us. Go check it out." Sam's thoughts said. It was at this point that Jacob realized the odd noises had stopped. Another noise had replaced it, however. It was like the sound of music through someone else's ear buds sitting two seats away from you on the bus. Instead it was just one voice with no music, talking to itself. The trio searched the entire night and never found the source. Several times one of the wolves would hear a foot slipping in a puddle, or rain hitting a pelt that wasn't theirs. Every time they looked, though, there was nothing. Whatever it was, it was being careful.