This thing with werewolves is they heal really fast. One minute they're gushing blood or limbs are sticking out at odd angles, and the next there just fine and asking you why you're staring. It was really creepy to watch. Like when you see a film of a growing fern or tree sped-up.

It was like that as Jake pulled Seth's T-shirt off and we watched in amazement as the two perfect holes in his chest puckered and scarred over, disappearing completely within a few minutes.

"Ow," Seth hissed when Jake shifted slightly. He must not be totally healed.

"Jake, put him on the couch and call Carlisle then get some duct tape or something to tie her with," I commanded coolly. My voice didn't portray the shock and turmoil I was feeling.

After he did what I said and Becca was duct taped to a dining room chair (aw, the theatrics), I felt comfortable enough to help myself to some of the bacon Seth had fried. Despite his mooching trait he was one hell of a cook.

You gonna tell us why you tried to kill him?" I asked pleasantly, as I picked up a butcher knife Seth had used to dice peppers and examined it.

"No!" she hissed.

I sighed, eyeing Jake. I walked over and held the knife to the crease of her armpit.

"How about know?"

"Never!" I signed again just for show and slit through the soft tissue. She whimpered in pain.

"And know? Cause I don't have a problem with blood,"

That wasn't totally true, my throat was burning and my mouth was swimming with saliva (I didn't produce venom). Nothing I couldn't handle, though.

To motivate her a bit more I opened up a drawer and pulled out a potato peeler. I had the satisfaction of watching her eyes bulge and grow fearful. Who ever this girl was she wasn't in the army. It was sad really, one cut and the prospect of another and she was real close to spilling.

"Fine, I'll tell you!" Becca cried with a hysteric edge.

"Thank you," I'm sure I sounded like a serial killer.

Still holding the potato peeler at a menacing angle I walked over and grabbed Jake had.

Since I was, like, born I always communicated in what I thought was a normal (or seriously abnormal if you were talking to anyone but my family) way. I could just touch their faces (now any physical contact will do) and tell them what I was thinking. Now days I could have a two sided conversation with Jake and the rest of my family. I could transmit my thoughts into anyone's head as long as we were touching, but reading their thoughts was a lot harder. I really had to concentrate. Especially if I was unfamiliar with them, the more I touched their consciousness the more I could read from them.

It was easiest with Jake. Almost effortless. That was because I was constantly telling him my thoughts.

So, I grabbed his had to that we could have a private conversation.

Did you call Carlisle? I asked.

Yeah, he's coming tomorrow to be sure, but he thinks Seth will be fine.

That's good,

Are you ok? I mean… with the blood?

Don't worry I'm fine,

"Ok cupcake, what do you want to tell us?" I asked with an angelic smile.