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If there was ever a moment I wanted to smack myself in the face, it was then. How could I have been so stupid? Why didn't I listen to Alice when she said we should to turn back? Why didn't I pay attention to their faces? To Jacob? It was so obvious!

Of course, since I knew the werewolves were protectors, I didn't fear for myself at all. But I was frightened that, given the chance, the werewolves would take the Cullens out.

And this was obviously just that chance.

Having seen Seth fight Victoria and Riley, I knew just what the wolves were capable of, and there were even more of them here then there had been at the fight. And most of them weren't even Quileute, definitely some Makahs, whom I didn't even know shifted, and others whose tribe I couldn't name. At least 20 altogether, all of them as big as Sam and as angry-looking as Paul.

Maybe we can sneak away before anyone notices...

Those hopes were quickly dashed, when one of the Makahs sniffed the air, whirling his head in our hidden direction.

"What the-?" The whispered words reverberated through the large crowd as quickly if they had been screamed. Almost as one, they spun around toward us, though I noticed Jacob was the last to turn.

Of course. He knew you were there all along.

One of the big Makahs stepped forward. "Come out." His voice was thick, authoritative, and worst of all, angry.

Carlisle looked at Esme and the rest and they all nodded, probably hoping that it would be easier for them if they complied. But, from the look on the shapeshifters' faces, I didn't think that that was possible.

I glanced over at Jacob, pleading with my eyes that he would help us, but he turned his face away, opting to allow the lead Makah to take over.

"What are you doing here?" Though the question could have been directed at any of us, he was looking specifically at Carlisle, clearly having recognized him as the leader of the coven.

Aren't leaders the first to be executed? Shaking with guilt and fear, I disgusted myself by thinking of the gentle doctor being savagely pulled apart and murdered, practically at my hands.

All of the Cullens were looking at each other, desperately trying to come up with a plan to get out of the mess I'd gotten everyone into. But really, what could they say? That we were following Jacob because we wanted to know what he was doing? Because I wanted to know?

There was nothing for them to say, because they were not responsible.

So I stepped forward. "It was all my fault."

The Makah leader simply raised an eyebrow at me, perhaps for the first time noticing the scrawny, human pet that accompanied the vampires.

I swallowed, ignoring Edward's protest, shaking off the hand he'd put on my shoulder, and spitting out the first thing that came to my mind: "I wanted to know where Jacob was going."

All of them turned to look at my ex-best friend and the Makah leader asked. "Do you know them?"

Jacob nodded, though hesitantly, and I wondered what was going on behind his guarded, dark eyes. But this once, even Edward wouldn't know; he'd said earlier that Jacob was thinking in Quileute, one of the few languages on Earth that he did not know.

"Yes, Mark. They are the Cullens."

Murmurs ran through the crowd, quiet and spoken in other languages, but one thing was ominously clear. They had all heard of the infamous, Olympic vampire coven, that went by the name Cullen.

"I see." Mark nodded. "And you have a treaty with them."

Jacob nodded again, this time without hesitation, and I almost breathed a sigh of relief. Of course! They have to let us go because of the treaty.

"But," Said a familiar voice, and Paul stepped from the middle of the crowd, wearing a small smile on his face. One that turned the warm relief to ice in my chest, replacing it with cold anxiety. "That treaty is for the areas of La Push and Forks, Washington. In case no one noticed, we're in Seattle. And,"

So he's got more on us?

"And," He repeated. "They have crossed onto our sacred property. That calls for... punishment. Wouldn't you say?"

I gawked at him, wondering how the boy that my fiancee and his family had fought alongside not one month ago, could suddenly be campaigning for their deaths.

But I already knew how. Because Paul, like so many of the others, hated them for what they had done to him, to Jacob, to all of them. For making them werewolves. For existing. If there was a chance that he could get back at them, best case scenario, with their deaths, he would go for it.

And that was exactly what he was doing.

"So," One of the ones I didn't know stepped up and asked. "If they're outside of La Push and Forks, than they are fair game, yes?" He glanced over at the Cullens, eyes full of a strange glint, one that suggested the pleasure and eagerness in his words, but also showed an awkward hesitance, he'd probably tried to cloak.

"Actually," Carlisle stepped forward. "Except in the case that we have bitten a human, or told one about us, none of the Quileute tribe is allowed to attack us anywhere."

Mark looked back at me. "Haven't you told her?"

"Actually," Edward was quick to say. "Jacob told her." He pointed at the boy I'd once thrown mudpies at, who had been studiously staring at the ground, refusing to say another word either to aid or hurt us.

His head snapped up quickly, however, at the mention of his name. "No I didn't!" He cried indignantly. "I just told her a couple of the legends. I never said anything about you specifically. She figured all that out for herself."

Of course, everyone looked back at me to confirm this. I sighed, knowing that I should tell the truth, but wondering whether or not a lie would be better for us at the moment. But a lie might get Jacob in trouble. Plus, you'll ruin any chance that he'll ever trust you again. Sighing once more, I replied, "Jacob told me some things, yes. But I was already suspecting and the rest of it I figured out for myself."

Everyone nodded, mulling over this information and for a second, I thought that there might be hope again.

But then Paul had to go and open his big mouth a second time. "Well, regardless of whether or not Jacob, Quil," I was surprised to spot Jacob's cousin standing silently beside him, shifting from foot to foot, both of them looking identically uncomfortable, "Or I can attack the Cullens," He stepped back, waving his hands to the rest of the wolves with a flourish, "All the rest of you can."

He retreated another few steps, but the others made up for it by coming dangerously closer. We all stepped back and, even though I knew that they would not attack me, the looks in their eyes scared me out of whatever wits I had, which probably wasn't many, considering the situation I'd managed to get us all in. I saw a grim pleasure glinting in their eyes, rather unlike the looks I had seen in vampires before they killed, but still just as terrifying.

21 werewolves, against 7 vampires and one human.

I had led the Cullens to their imminent deaths.

The wolves all shifted at once, fur sprouting on all parts of their bodies, their already abnormally enormous frames, growing into something far larger, wolves the size of horses. Their nails and teeth extended, sharpening to razor points at the same time. And finally, their faces elongated into snouts resembling a dog's and the change was complete.

Leaning down into their front legs, they prepared to attack.


A/N: So I know everyone always says that Jacob told her, but I don't actually remember that part so just bear with me and pretend he didn't. :) Oh and to anyone who was wondering the flashback in the first chapter was not a part of the Twilight book series but something that I made up.

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