A/N:I'm sorry for the delay in updating.
Jacob POV
We watched the news report for several minutes, watching in total shock. I truly couldn't believe what I was witnessing. It didn't seem real. Perhaps there was more to the supernatural world than I ever thought possible.
When we finished breakfast, our two sons helped us clean up, and then there was a knock on the door in the style of 1812 Overture. I knew it was Mike Newton coming to pick us up to go the airport. Mike was turned into a werewolf via Seth giving him his blood after a vampire attacked him thirteen years ago. He and Jessica have a three year old son named Alexander, but they call him Alec.
I went to answer the door. It wasn't just Mike, but Embry, Quil, along with Mike's best friend, Seth Clearwater, and Jimmy Eaglequill, Jared's nine year old son.
"What's up, dudes?'' Quil said, as they all came in.
"Ready for New York, guys?'' asked Embry, addressing my kids. They're really fond of them and I know my kids are too.
"I can't believe we're going to New York, the greatest city in the world," Jimmy exclaimed.
"It sure is. Seattle doesn't even compare,'' Diego replied. He would know; having already been there two years ago.
"Carlisle has one of the cars waiting. Mike will take everyone who can't fit in Carlisle's car. Let's get this luggage in the stallion, gang," announced Quil as he picked up my kids luggage. Percy and Diego put on their backpacks, and Bella and I got our suitcases and we headed out the door. We had several new members of the tribe that had phased and were well trained. They would be defending the rez along with Leah, Colin and Brady.
In the car, Carlisle addressed Sam and me regarding the events in Nepal. Carlisle had no idea what was going on, and appeared just as in the dark as we were. Bella and all my friends tried to come up with explanations, but had none. Carlisle then said, "I bet the High Council will have something to say about it." (The Werewolf High Council being the leadership body of werewolves based in Midtown Manhattan.)
"I'm sure they will. Right now, I want to focus on our vacation."
We talked about nothing in particular, and some time later, arrived at Sea-Tac airport in Seattle. We all graciously thanked Carlisle for driving us. Mike felt bad he couldn't go, but he didn't want to leave Jessica and his three year old son Alec for several days. He did say, "Don't forget to write. I expect to have at least three postcards," Mike said, in his dorky way.
"A great writer once said, 'The art of writing is the art of applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair,' but I don't think our pants will stay very long in the chair," said Quil.
"Unless of course, we find a seatbelt, and put in on," Seth chimed in.
"Guys, get out of here. Enjoy your trip. I'll have a ball while you're gone, Jake," Mike said, devilishly. I gave him a look. "Don't think that just because your alpha is away, that the rules don't apply, Mr. Newton," I said, sounding Presidential.
"Whatever you say, boss. See you round, big guy,'' Mike said, as he and Carlisle drove off.
We went through security, and did the usual, of taking off our shoes, hats and belts. I would never understand why they make you take off your shoes, but I wasn't about to question it. When we were done, Percy and Diego put their hats back on backwards, as did Jonathon. Jonathon is Jared's half brother who came back to the reservation about two years ago. As we walked through the terminal, no one seemed to notice a bunch of muscular Native Americans with five pre teens. We got some food for the kids at the airport. They were already taking after their father with their appetites. We headed to the gate and sat down. The TV was on, talking about the extraordinary events in Nepal.
"This is CNN's continuing special coverage of the peculiar occurrences in Nepal. The death toll has risen to one thousand. Exactly what has transpired, remains elusive. There are unconfirmed reports of a second village coming under attack. An earthquake has been ruled out. I repeat : the USGS has confirmed there have been no earthquakes in Nepal over the last few days. The exclusive video CNN has obtained, is being deemed authentic, however, exactly what the mysterious creature is, remains a mystery."
Not many people seemed to be paying attention. Percy was reading Walt Whitman's, Leaves of Grass, Diego and Jimmy were watching an episode of The Addams Family on an Iphone. Jason and Galen, Sam's kids, were looking at Wikipedia's article on New York City on an Ipad.
"So Dad, what's New York like?'' asked Jason, looking up at his father. It was pretty hard to explain the nation's biggest city in a few words. Plus Jason and Galen didn't know their father's secret, or about the High Council. Sam had to make sure he didn't mention it was the capital of Wolfdom.
"Well it's big, busy, and full of culture. It's nothing like Seattle,'' Sam told his boys.
"Seattle doesn't even compare to it. It's like comparing an apple to an orange," Embry cut in, as Sam's kids seemed to be hanging on their every word.
"Cooler than Seattle, Uncle Embry?'' asked Galen.
"Way cooler than Seattle, and a very different climate,'' Embry told Sam's son, as the announcement for our flight was made.
"Ladies and Gentlemen—now boarding at gate 17, American Airlines, flight 413 to New York's JFK."
"That's us,'' Jimmy announced triumphantly. As we all boarded the plane no one seemed to notice; the flight was quite uneventful. We were able to control our werewolf appetite to a moderate success. The kids had a better success than we did.
When we arrived in New York, Sam's kids and Jimmy were blown away. They looked gobsmacked.
"That is one sick skyline!' said Jason, in total awe. We arrived shortly after, at the Grand Mercury Hotel, in Midtown, near Times Square. Sam had found it on Tripadvisor. It was rated as one of the best in the city, and it wasn't too expensive. The lobby was decked out beautifully, with house plants and Victorian furniture. After checking in, we headed upstairs to the rooms. They had an amazing view of the city. I thought I could see the council's tower from the room, but it was hard to tell. I had only been to this city once, after all. After a brief rest, we all headed to the Museum of Natural History.
We entered the Theodore Rosevelt Rotunda, and the kids were amazed by the huge dinosaur in the lobby.
"That is awesome," said Jimmy. "This city is so cool.''
We got hold of a museum map after paying admission, and began trying to decide what we wanted to see. The museum was so large, it was a necessity. It was simply impossible to take in everything. The kids really wanted to see the mammals, so we headed towards the North American Mammals. Suddenly there was a huge clap of thunder, and then another. A torrential downpour started, that was so heavy, we could hear it from inside the museum, and that was without werewolf hearing. I knew it wasn't just us hearing it, because other people looked out the window as well. Huge lightning bolts streaked across the sky. The wind was blowing like a mini hurricane.
"Everyone, please step away from the windows. Move into the lobby," a security guard ordered, as the lights throughout the museum began to flicker; some even shattered.
A huge flash of light, and a deafening boom, could be heard from outside. A few seconds later, several windows shattered. There was another tremendous flash of lightning, and then a loud clap of thunder, that sounded like deep booming laughter. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over. The sun came out, and it was like nothing happened. Apart from the debris in the lobby and the street, there were no serious injures in the museum fortunately.
Many people in the lobby including us, assisted in helping with the clean up. Surprisingly, the museum remained open. The whole time we explored the museum, I was wondering what the hell happened. That was not like any thunderstorm I could recall, and how did it clear instantly?
A little while later, when we left the museum, and headed into Central Park, I decided to call the Council to find out what was going on. I whipped out my Iphone, and called the number for the Werewolf High Council. That's right, the Werewolf High Council had a direct contact line. I wondered if the Volturi had something similar, but who cared. We get to call New York our capital.
I scrolled down to Werewolf High Council. Yeah, I had them in my phone.
"Good Morning, Werewolf High Council, this is Annabelle speaking, how may I assist you?'' A woman whom I assumed was administrative assistant spoke.
"Good Morning, I would like to speak to Azarel, please," I stated. Azarel was the leader of the high council, and the oldest werewolf I know of. He's over six hundred years old, yet he still looks like he's twenty five.
"May I ask who's calling?''
"Jacob Black, of La Push, Washington," I answered, to which she responded, "What is this regarding?'' I was getting a little annoyed but then realized she was doing her job.
"I'm calling regarding the recent storm. It seemed very supernatural in nature." I maybe sounded a bit stupid, but it was the best I could think of at the time.
"One moment, please," Annabelle said, as I was put on hold and treated to Vivaldi's "Spring" as hold music. I got to hand it to them, it was better than the usual elevator music. About a minute later, I heard a tenor voice.
"Good Morning, this Azarael, to whom am I speaking?''
"This is your dear friend, Jake from La Push. Do you know anything about the storm that just passed over?'' I asked knowing he would have an answer. He was part of werewolf royalty after all.
"I do indeed. It would prudent if we spoke to face to face. Realize that, in the balance, is the fate of world."
