I awoke every few hours, and was shocked when I saw where we where. "Are we in Washington already?" I looked at the clock. It read six o'clock. "How fast have you been driving?"

Dad blushed slightly. "We are just entering Clallam County." I raised my eyebrows. He sighed. "About half an hour from Forks." I chuckled. He must have been flying to get here so fast.

He stuck his tongue out at me. "Get out your phone." I looked at him, my eyebrows raised.

"Why?" I asked, pulling out my phone.

"Because mine is in my bag in the trunk. Look, I need you to call Charlie and ask if we can stay with him." He gave me a phone number and I dialed quickly, one finger in my ear. The same voice from this morning picked up.

"Hello?" I assumed it was Charlie.

"Hey, Chief Swan? This is Sam. My dad and I are nearly at Forks, and my dad wanted to know if we could crash there for a while as we helped you."

"Sure! It's not a palace, though, so you may have to share a room."

"It's not a problem. Thanks." I hung up and looked at Dad. "He's fine with it." I closed my eyes again, setting the phone in my lap. I didn't fall asleep, but the sight of the trees rushing by was disorienting. I never had been one for cars. I preferred to travel in a quieter way.

The minutes rushed past, and I soon saw the dusty town of Forks. My body was relaxed, a soft smile on my lips. My mind had slipped into the familiar mindset of the hunt. As we pulled into the driveway, a huge red truck and a police cruiser sat in the driveway. Dad and I got out, and a man in his forties came out the front door, a huge grin on his face. He embraced my father, and I walked to the back of the car, pulling out the rifle and my bag. I grabbed my father's as well, and shut the trunk.

"Ryan! I haven't seen you for years!" He man chuckled, and I realized he was Charlie.

"Charlie, how are you?" My dad smiled. "This is Sam. You've met before, but you probably don't remember." The last part was directed to me. I nodded to him, setting down my bag to shake his hand.

"I've been good. Come inside!" He picked up my bag from the ground and led us inside. "Bella! Come down!" He hollered up the stairs. "Her boyfriend is here, you'll have to excuse it. Just ignore him, it's what I do."

After a moment, a thin brunette came down the stairs, followed by a tall, bronze haired man. I couldn't help but stare. They both looked striking together. Her soft, and him sharp.

"This is Bella, and her..." Charlie struggled for a word. "Edward. Bella, this is Ryan and Sam Westfield." She waved and looked down shyly. The man, Edward, wrapped an arm around Bella's waist. Damn. Lucky girl.

Charlie looked at Bella, then me. "Sam, you can bunk with Bella. Is that okay?" I looked up.

"I could sleep on the couch, I don't want to impose." I didn't like sharing rooms. If I wasn't familiar with where I was, I usually couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to keep her up by my alertness.

"Fine with me. Ryan, there is a spare room upstairs, you can sleep there." He nodded and my dad and Charlie disappeared into the kitchen. I stood there awkwardly, the gun case resting with the butt of it on the worn carpet.

Bella looked up. "Hi." She smiled slightly.

I nodded and smiled back. "Hello." I froze, my hand twitched towards my waist as Edward leaned forward and picked up my father's bag.

"The living room is right in here. I guess thats where you'll be sleeping." Bella gestured to a doorway. "Need any help with that?" She gestured towards the gun case.

"No." The word was harsher than I intended it to be. At her taken aback look, I continued. "I don't like other people touching my gun."

Bella raised her eyebrows. "You're going to be hunting?" I narrowed my eyes at her doubtful tone.

"Yes. I have been shooting since I was ten, hunting since I was eleven." I pulled back my jacket to reveal the pistol.

She stepped back and furrowed her brow. "Ah." She lead me into the living room, and I set my bag down and the rifle case.

"If you guys could take the bag up to where my dad is staying, it would be great." I watched them disappear from the room. I walked out of it, and into the kitchen. Charlie had pulled out a map. On it, several dots covered the area.

Charlie looked up. "Hello, Sam." He looked back down. "Just in time. The blue dots are sightings, and the red are attacks." The number of sightings was centralized around a nearby town. When Charlie spoke again, he echoed my thoughts. "Most of them are next to the west side of La Push. It's a town on the reservation about four miles away from us." I nodded, and he continued. "All of the people on the team will have radios. Any sightings, and alert the rest of us.

"We'll want to start here, on the trail, and fan out along t his distance. We want to do a primary sweep, probably tomorrow, or the day after. Just tracking, and looking. After we have some idea of where the wolves are, then we go in, and try to attract them. We need them gone, as soon as possible. Three people are already dead." Charlie glared at the map, and I nodded.

"Do you guys have a range around here? I want to work out some of my nerves." I tapped my thigh anxiously.

"No. Sorry. The town is just too small." I bit my lip. Damn.

"It's fine. I think I might jog then. Just get a feel for the land." A panicked look covered my father's face.

"No! Don't go until it's light out. We don't know how easily provoked these guys are. You could be attacked for walking to close to the woods." I sighed.

"I guess I'll clean the rifle, then." I scowled and turned around. I wanted out of this house. The man, Edward, made my skin crawl. I walked into the living room, passing Edward. Speak of the devil.