I woke up to the bright sunlight shining in through the window. I rolled over to hide my face from the sun and when I opened my eyes, saw Paul laying right next to me. "Morning beautiful..." he murmured and kissed my forehead.

I smiled and said. "Morning handsome." He chuckled and got up. I sighed and looked up at the roof. How had my life gotten so perfect? How did I end up with the most perfect man? I looked over at Paul again and smiled. I'm serious, how?

I got up myself, knowing it was late. We went to bed pretty late last night...

I shivered from how cold it was in here and pulled on my robe and tied it tight. I walked into the kitchen. "You hungry baby?" I yelled.

"Yeah." he called back. Just then, Jacob, Quil and Embry walked through the front door. "We're hungry too!" Quil said. I laughed. "Isn't Emily cooking over at her house?"

They looked down, grinning. "No. She, uh..." Embry scratched the back of his neck, "Uh..." I laughed again.

"No need to explain." Embry relaxed and sat at one of the chairs at the table. I walked through the halls and snuck up behind Paul. "We have some of the guys for breakfast..." I whispered in his ear. "Emily is, uh...busy..." he laughed at this, "Yeah, kinda figured."

I jogged back into the kitchen to start cooking. "What's for breakfast Bells?" Jacob asked while Quil and Embry argued over who was faster.

"Well the usual I guess. Eggs and muffins."

Jake nodded and joined the argument.

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"Foods ready." I announced. The guys sat around the table and waited, eager. I quickly set down the plates and backed up. Fearing I might lose my arm.

I'm going to have to go back to the store. They have been eating more than usual. Sam has put them on patrol even more often than they used to.

There have been recent reports of people going missing. People think that it's murderers, but me and the wolves know better. It's vampires.

They keep getting scents and trails that lead nowhere. They're getting frustrated. I'm just worried if I really killed Satarica. I know I ripped her head off, but vampires can put themselves back together.

The thought scared me. Satarica, out there, looking for me...for revenge...

I shuddered slightly. But the guys said it wasn't possible. Paul said he specifically remembers burning the bitch himself.

I sighed. Well whoever it was, the wolves would catch 'em. I have faith in them.

Just then, I heard a knock at the door. I ran over and no one was there. When I looked down, I saw our mail. Oh, just the mail.

I shut the door and sifted through the envelopes. "Here Paul." I gave him his mail and went into the living room to look at mine.

I sat down on the love seat and looked through the pile of mail.

Bill.

Bill.

Bill.

Christmas card.

Bill.

Letter...

I got a letter? From who? I don't really even know anybody.

I ripped it open and read it.

Hello Isabella. I hope you are well. I haven't seen you in so long; glad to know you are at least alive. How is that husband of yours, hmm? Is he well?

I sure hope so. It really has been too long. I hope to see you again.

Maybe see if you can remember me...

Yours truly,

???

I just stared at the piece of paper. Why didn't this person sign their name? I was getting scared now. How would Paul react, and the others?

If I show this to Paul, he'll freak out and want to go find the person who sent me the letter. But if I don't show him, it will most likely blow up in my face!

Goodness, now of all times, really?

Does life really hate me so much I have to have this level of misfortune?!

I sighed.

I should tell him.

It would be better for him, rather than him not knowing...

I stood with the letter in my hand, my hand shaking non-stop, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Paul...?" I hesitated. "Yeah?" I walked over to him and handed him the letter.

When he was done, his fists clenched and unclenched. "Do you know the person who sent this? Anyone that could have sent it?"

I shook my head, "No. I don't really even know anybody." I fidgeted with the rope of my robe and took calming breaths. He'd calm down and try to get over it...

And knowing that was my hopes and dreams talking, I placed my hand on his bare shoulder and his shoulder slumped.

"Please, don't get too worked up. We don't even know who sent the letter. First let's just see if we get anymore, then we'll take action.

"Okay?" I looked at all of the guys with this one. Knowing Paul, he'd probably tell one of the others to go on a full scale investigation.

They sighed.

"Fine..."

I smiled. "Alright. Now, let's go interrupt Sam and Emily."

They laughed, but stood and walked with me to Sam's house...but not before I turned back around and got dressed in regular clothes.

Paul laughed at me and then we headed out.


I really hope you liked it. Sorry for the long update! Since Christmas and other holidays are coming up, I've had a lot of chores, but I really hope this chapter was worth the wait!

~Kyra