Hello, everyone. Normally, I update every two days, but after the response to this, I decided that I wanted to do it sooner. I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed, (29 reviews for the first chapter!) and/or story alerted. Here's chpt 2! (I put this on and it wouldn't let you go from chpt. 1 to chpt. 2 so I'm redoing it. If I get two chpt. 2s then I apologize

"Bella!" I felt myself being shook, not gently I might add, and Charlie's husky scent assaulted my nose. I slowly cracked my eyes open, to glare at the man, but my eyes instantly closed when the bright light nearly made my pupils outgrow my iris.

"Damn, Bells!" Charlie swore, before tugging me forward and slapping his large hands across my forehead. "You're burning up." Charlie continued to try to muscle me out of the bed but seemed to be having quite a few problems. To put it simply, it was quite insulting because I was not that heavy!

"Dad." I groaned before I finally forced my eyes open. "I think I stood up the Cullens." My throat screamed at the effort of talking, making it feel like it was splitting open, so I decided against doing it again. Charlie finally began to move me around and I was surprised, and disgusted, to find that my clothes were stuck to my skin due to the sweat.

"Bells," Charlie grunted, "When did you get so big?" I just let out a groan. I take it back, Charlie was not a good father. "I mean you weigh a ton." I just groaned louder before falling into a fit of deep coughing.

"So," I croaked, "How was the date?" It was my best attempt at humor. Charlie just grunted, rather to worried or embarrassed to explain, and struggled as he carried me down the stairs. My head rested on his shoulder and I could hear the steady sound of his heart.

Charlie went all cop on me and kicked the front door open with a quick kick. I would have been more impressed if I wasn't having a hard time trying to calm my racing heart. My heart literally felt like an animal that was determined to free itself from its prison which just happened to be my chest.

"Relax, Bella!" Charlie reprimanded when he, too, felt my heart's speed. I nodded and then tried to flick some of the hair that was sticking to my face and neck away. At the moment, I really hated long hair.

Charlie placed me, threw me, in the front seat of his police car. The cold of the frozen seat felt amazing against my body and I instantly leaned back against it, determined to soak in all of its cold glory. Charlie flew himself into the front seat and sped out of our driveway in a speed that was probably considered illegal.

The feeling of a speeding car was like one of the world's best lullabies because within seconds of sitting in the car, I was asleep. I would have enjoyed sleeping all the more if Charlie didn't look over and freak out because he didn't think I was breathing, and yell at me until I sat straight up with a startled shout. I looked around, seeing I was at the hospital, before turning to Charlie.

"Dad!" I snarled, clutching my heart.

Charlie blinked a few times, narrowed his eyes at me, and reached over the seats. He placed his hand on my forehead. "I don't think you've got a fever anymore." Now that he mentioned it, I felt so much better. While my clothes were a still a little damp from sweat, my body temperature had fallen back to its original, slightly a few degrees to hot, temperature.

"Hmmm," my throat felt tons better, "I feel a lot better." I looked at the hospital, narrowing my eyes at the horrid building, and remembered how much I hated these buildings. When I was younger I was in a car accident. I'd only broken a few ribs but when I was being treated, a small fire erupted in a room a few rooms down. No one was hurt but someone was burned and their screaming still haunted me. I hated hospitals.

"Can we go home now?" I asked. Charlie was sitting there, clearly trying to calm himself down, before he tried to glare at me for scaring him like that. When I scare Charlie, it's one of the only times that he really gets angry at me.

"What just happened?" Charlie demanded. "You just had a fever!" I had to agree that it was a little weird to feel so bad, fall asleep, and then wake up feeling so much better. I moved my head around, waited for that dizzy feeling, but it didn't come.

"Mmmmmm," I licked my dry mouth, "Maybe I had some type of panic attack?"

Charlie shook his head before he opened his door. "Let's go talk to the doctors." I shook my head stubbornly. "Bella, that isn't normal. We need to see someone. This could be dangerous. This could kill you." I reached over and placed my hand on his upper arm to calm him down.

"Dad." I whispered even though it came out more as a whimper. "Please, I don't want to go. You know how much I hate hospitals. Can't we just go to Dr. Kelks? He'll know and he lives just three doors down."

Charlie watched me for a moment before he nodded and slid back into the car. "I don't care what you say. If Kelks says you're going to get a shot no amount of crying is going to keep you from getting that shot, deal?" I hated shots almost as much as I hated hospitals; the key word being almost.

I nodded. "But I get out of school though?" I asked hopefully. A smile finally graced my father's face.

"Bells," he nearly smirked, "It's Saturday." I let out the loudest groan I had admitted during the entire duration of the trip. That was just Bella luck. Not only am I having freak attacks but I can't even have them on a school day.

I sunk back into my seat and pouted like a little kid during the entire trip to Dr. Kelks. Dr. Kelks was the doctor that Dr. Cullen replaced. Kelks wasn't the best doctor ever, he barely passed Med school, but he was the most considerate. He'd check up on patients at their homes, bring baskets, get discounts for those who couldn't pay, and never, ever forgot a name.

Dr. Kelks gave me a full check-up. He could tell that I had had a sudden fever because I had rash that covered my entire body, it was faint but it was there. He said resulted in my blood being heated to an unnatural temperature.

He did everything to me except ask for me to pee in a cup and get blood. I didn't have to give urine because I was in his home and he just didn't have those plastic cups lying around, and my blood stayed in my body because, despite what Charlie said, a few tears and the man put the needles away.

Charlie continued to glare at me even after we started to drive away. He was a little angry that I had, indeed, dodged a blood test. I, on the other hand, was pretty happy about the fact and was nearly bouncing in my seat.

Charlie forced me to go straight home and sit right on his chair and I was not allowed to move. As I started watching movies, I realized I had forgotten to do something very important. I owed Alice Cullen an apology.

I remembered her writing a phone number on the back of my hand, her golden eyes flickering happily, and her body almost trembling in excitement. I looked down to my hand. When my eyes flashed to where the number should have been, I was met with smudges. I could make out a 5 and that was it.

I rubbed my forehead in frustration. I pulled my phone out. I must have called every number in my contact and not a single one has a single Cullen's phone number. I mean, I realized that the Cullen's weren't the most social people but not a single person in the entire school? This was insane!

The only person I didn't call was Jessica. The last time I called her, I was literally trapped on the phone for hours, listening about my least favorite topic, Mike Newton. I mean, I realize the guy is good looking but he is not worth a two hour phone conversation. I doubted she had the Cullen's number though. I think they're still sore about Jessica stalking Edward.

I thought about calling the hospital and getting ahold of Carlisle but, deciding that he would take blood if he knew of my strange attack, I thought better of it. I wanted to apologize to the Cullens, yes, but I was afraid of anything to do with hospitals , and I doubted they would have given me his number anyways.

I put my phone down for a total of three minutes before I picked it up and called the hospital. I didn't know why I felt the insane need to apologize, maybe because I'd never stood anyone up before, but these Cullens better feel special because there wasn't a lot of people I would do this for.

A woman picked up on the fourth ring. "You've got Forks Emergency Hospital. Clary speaking."

I spoke slowly, again, I'm bad on phones. "Ummmm, I was wondering if I could get ahold of a doctor on his personal cell."

There was a slight pause. "That is against hospital policies. I can, however, leave a message for them and make sure they get it."

"Well," I said, my speech becoming rushed, "I was invited to go to Carlisle Cullen's house but something came up and I couldn't go and I needed to apologize." I paused to breathe for a second.

The woman was quiet for a moment. "Who is calling?"

I nearly faced palmed myself. Phone edict rule number one, always introduce yourself.

"Bella…"

"Alright, Bella," she interrupted me, "His number is 450- 554-9983. Now I need to clear this line up for emergencies." I scrambled to write down the number for she didn't give me a second to even get a pen. Luckily, I have a habit of leaving pens littered all over the house.

I went to apologize when I heard the line go dead.

I curled my lip up. "I'm not the one who needs to learn phone manners." I narrowed my eyes at the number, wondering where the Cullens lived. (450) wasn't the area code around this area. I tapped my lip with a pen for a long moment but shrugged it off.

I slowly put the numbers in my phone before putting the phone up against my ear. The phone began ringing against my ear while I drummed my fingers against the table. The phone rang three times before it was picked up.

"Ello?" Came a voice with a thick accent. I frowned. I didn't remember Carlisle having such a thick accent, heck, I didn't even realize he had an accent.

"Is this Dr. Carlisle?" I asked, my confusion conveyed in my voice.

"Ehhhh?" The man's voice came. "No…dis Momma Rica's Pasta Palace. You wan order?"

That nurse was a jerk, I said, instantly hanging up just to feel bad about hanging up without so much as a goodbye. Well, at least I could say that I had actually spent the better part of an hour trying to track down these people. I swear it'd be easier tracking down the president of the United States.

I finally dropped my phone on the table and tried to make myself comfortable on Charlie's couch. I actually felt like I was intruding on sacred grounds by just sitting in this chair. If Charlie was home he was in this chair. He never said I couldn't sit here but the one time I tried too, I thought he was going to chuck me out a window.

I tried watching T.V. but I wasn't much of a T.V. person. I probably got through a few hours of shooting, explosion, sex, and everything else that should not be shown on children's shows before I passed out on Charlie's couch.

Due to sleeping on the couch, I dreamt of fish, beer, and someone wearing Charlie's cologne. It was safe to say it was an odd dream that ended with me tilting my head when I woke up the following morning, wondering what my subconscious was trying to tell me.

Sunday was an equally boring day. Due to Kelks advice, Charlie stayed home that day so he could keep an eye on me. Charlie took his job very seriously. If I moved, his eyes followed. If I went to grab a blanket, he got up to see if I had a fever. If I went to the bathroom, he waited outside the door. It was a little awkward.

We mostly watched T.V. for the entire day in a heavy silence. The silence was only broken every few hours so Charlie could check my heartbeat, putting his fingers on my neck, to make sure that my heartbeat wasn't irregular.

It was safe to say when I went to bed that night, I was actually looking forward to going to school the next day. I was, however, not looking forward to the calls to Charlie I had to make every passing period to tell him how I was doing.

But I guess if our positions were reversed, Charlie had had the attack, I would probably be even worse. I am a worrywart like that.

The first thing that happened when I got out of my truck when I got to school on Monday was being slammed against my door by a very pissed off Rosalie Cullen. I hadn't even seen her coming, she just suddenly appeared in front of me.

"So," Rosalie snarled, her golden eyes strangely and creepily dark, "How'd you like our house on Friday? Wasn't the food delicious?" I couldn't even talk. My tongue felt like it was way too big in my mouth and I was terrified out of my mind with good reasons. Rosalie looked like something out of a horror movie at the moment and I was the poor sucker that she was hunting.

I finally opened my mouth, to be cut off by Rosalie, but I didn't say anything about it. "You better have a damn good explanation. Esme spent forever making sure both the house and the food were completely perfect, Alice was delighted out of her mind and completely crushed when you didn't show, and Emmett had gotten all of his favorite video games out for you to play. So while we were waiting for our guest, where were you?" Rosalie's hands felt like they were going to crush my shoulders but I was afraid to move.

When I didn't answer, Rosalie pushed me harder, if that was possible, against the door. "Where were you?" She repeated.

"I…" I stopped. I didn't really have an explanation. I could tell her the truth but I might have to go to a hospital and….Rosalie put more pressure on my shoulder…If I didn't tell her I'd have to go to a hospital anyway to get my shoulders fixed!

"I was at home!" I gasped. Her eyes flashed angrily and I mentally kicked myself for starting off with that. Rosalie's grip tightened and it hurt so much that a pained cry, almost a whine, tumbled from my lips. Suddenly Rosalie was ripped off of me and Alice was standing beside us.

She had a hand on Rosalie's shoulder and seemed to be trying to calm her down. I felt myself fall to the concrete, both my shoulders screaming in pain, and watched as Alice sternly pushed Rosalie back a few feet.

I was relieved Alice was there. I could both apologize and explain what had happened.

Alice turned towards me and all plans of even talking were shut down. Her golden eyes were hurt, angry, and sad at the same time. Anger being the most evident at the moment.

Alice clenched her jaw, her fists shoved into her tiny pockets, and her words came out forced and cold. "I am really disappointed in you Bella. You really let us down."

I found myself leaping to my feet, in a speed that surprised me, and desperately trying to find something to say to make her stop staring at me like that. I didn't like it at all. It felt like my heart was twisting in my chest.

"Alice…" I started, wondering where to go. "I didn't feel well on Friday. I guess all the stress caught up to me at the same time and I fell asleep and didn't wake up when I was supposed to. It was really strange. I didn't feel like myself."

I should have thought of something better because Alice's eyes didn't even change. "And what? You couldn't give us a call?"

"I tried to call!" I blurted out. "I called the day after but your number got smudged so I called the hospital because no one, and I mean no one, has your number. The lady who answered gave me a number for a pasta palace or something! He was like, 'You wan order? We haf pasta!'. It was not my fault!"

The look Rosalie and Alice were giving me would have been comical if not for the situation. They looked at me like I had flown off my rocker.

Rosalie swallowed, still looking like she was controlling herself from coming to hurt me, and turned away. "You stay from my family. You don't even have the decency to tell us the truth." Rosalie nearly glided away to where her other siblings were. Emmett was the only one not glaring at me.

I turned to Alice, more concerned about her than Rosalie, to find her looking like she was ready to cry. I took a step forward and she held her hand out to show me I wasn't allowed to come any closer.

"I really don't know what to say." Alice voice was small. "I thought you were different but I bet you are your buddy from Pasta Palace were having a good old time laughing about how you'd stood up the Cullens, about how much cooler that made you, and how funny their faces must be when they realized that you weren't coming!"

I barely had time to blink before a very worked up Alice stormed away. This time Emmett was glaring at me too.

I wanted to yell at the sky. I wanted to tell my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Chesk, that telling the truth was not the best thing to do because look where it got me. I refrained from doing it though. I didn't need the entire population of Forks to have another thing to gossip about.

I sank in my seat in my second period class and Mike came behind me. I really don't even remember first period that well. All I could see was Alice's hurt eyes staring at me as if I'd killed her puppy.

"Sooo," Mike said, his hands nervously fiddling, "I heard you got your ass handed to you by Rosalie Cullen." I didn't even acknowledge that. I just looked over my shoulder, glared at him until he looked away, and looked back up to the board.

The rest of the school day followed that pattern. People who were not involved or my friends were trying to get out of me the reason for the almost cat fight with the blonde ice queen. I stuck to my guns though and refused to tell anyone. I told Angela though. She was the exception.

Angela, being Angela, tried to drag me to the hospital before the story was even over. She then pouted when my entire body refused to even budge from my position. She relented and let me finish telling the rest of the story.

She had the indecency to laugh when I came to the part of how I tried to imitate the Pasta guy in front of Rosalie and Alice. She said that she was surprised they didn't try to throw me in an asylum. She continued making crazy jokes throughout the rest of the day. I nearly bit her.

When she'd finally finished her last crazy joke which was about a man who thought he'd cut off his own feet, she frowned at me.

"Hey, Bella." She said as I swung onto my bike, ready to get home and just sleep away this rotten day. "You look different."

I glanced at her. "How?" I asked.

Angela shrugged. "Well, you're a little taller but it's more like, I don't know, you seem to be wilder." We both looked thoughtful before Angela shook her head and chuckled. "Sorry. That was weird."

I shrugged. Angela was weird like that.

My bike seemed to be purring extra loud today, almost delighted I was back on it, while we began our ride home. Maybe Angela was right. I was being more wild. I did a few illegal moves, cut some people off, and speed about twenty miles over the speed limit. I felt like nothing could touch me.

That was probably the reason, the speeding that is, that I didn't see the other driver. I shot across a four way crossing and right in front of the oncoming pick-up truck. My bike and I didn't stand a chance against the silver truck and were sent flying into the trees on the other side of the road.

I heard my bike's metal scream as it was disfigured by the larger trees, I heard the wood cracking and splintering of the smaller trees as my bike went through them, I heard someone cussing loudly and the sound of truck driving away and I heard, the last thing I heard, was the ripping of my clothes and an almost ungodly roar.

Intruder!

Is it another wolf?

I don't recognize the scent!

Should we kill it?

Find it!

Voices seemed to be bombarding my head. They twisted around themselves, melted into one another, and painfully thudded against my skull. The voices, the ones that sounded like Leah and Jake, where the ones that forced me to slowly move.

The first thing I noticed was that my body seemed to be moving in a different way. It was a welcomed way but it was different. My body was listening to my head but also moving on its own accord. Adjusting itself to keep pressure off of my sore back. It also pushed my body to its feet while my head still tried to clear away a cloud of fog that seemed to be plaguing my head.

Finally, I took in my surroundings. Well, I started to take in my surroundings before I caught sight of something that stopped me. There was something on my face. It looked like…. Was that my nose?

It happened all at once. I tried to grab my nose and I saw that I had paws. I tried to scream and it came out as a bark. I tried to run away from everything and I saw I was on all fours. I was freaked out, believe me.

I circled around a few times, trying to look at myself. I think I was a freaking huge wolf. I couldn't be sure because I couldn't, obviously, see my own face. I would have freaked out properly. Screamed my head off and ran to my daddy for comfort if not for the huge black wolf that appeared from the trees.

Behind it came a rustic brown wolf, a grey wolf, a little spotted one, a bigger grey one, and a sandy one. They, besides the little spotted one, were all bigger than me and seemed much more used to being, I don't know, huge wolves.

I began backing up, nervous whines coming from deep within my throat, and my tail, I HAD a tail, was neatly tucked between my legs. I was terrified. My heart was trying to make me die of heart attack so the wolves wouldn't be able to kill me first.

This wolf is not one of us. Not from the reservation. A voice seemed to come from the big black wolf. His voice actually sounded familiar but I couldn't, in my state of panic, place it.

Then it must be an enemy! The sandy wolf snarled. A chorus of agreement flowed from these wolves and maybe some unseen ones. The only one that seemed to notice my complete terror was the smallest one but it's thoughts were soon swept away by the more aggressive ones.

Shifting is an honor saved to those of Quileute heritage. One of the wolves thought.

It smells of a leech! It was that thought that sent all the wolves in action. My body reacted and had turned tail and run. I kept ahead of the wolves for only seconds before I felt something slam into my back. It was so heavy that my legs just buckled instantly.

I felt a few sharp pains before I threw my head straight back. It collided with another wolf and I was able to slip out of under them and continue running. My body, or was it my instincts, instantly made me start weaving around trees so the wolves wouldn't be able to get me.

Thank god for my body's reactions because my human brain was completely freaking out. Tons of thoughts were bombarding it at once. At first I could hear all the thoughts the other wolves were having but it was starting to fade out just to be replaced by my own terrified thoughts.

I only had one clear thought. I was a werewolf and I was being chased by other werewolves. There was no other explanation.

I felt a wolf, just a stride behind me, when I saw this little canyon like thing. A little river, or stream, was running at the bottom of it, and was about ten feet deep. I ran towards that, hoping that if I got to the other side, I would be able to get away since there was more people there and they might not want to follow me.

The last thought I heard from the wolves before our connection was severed was, STOP IT! I bunched up my muscles, felt someone's jaws barely miss my back leg, and launched myself over the stream.

I landed, barely making it over the twenty foot drop, and ran. I stopped, not a few feet into my flee, when I saw the wolves hadn't followed me over. They were all, maybe ten of them, rushing up to the side of the cayon, just to back up with an angry snarl. They looked like they really wanted to follow me over but they couldn't.

I was happy about that for a split moment before I heard something coming from the side I was on. I turned my head, nearly lying down on the ground, body trembling, before I saw something that both relieved and surprised me.

Emmett and Jasper Cullen were running towards me. I stood up. I was happy to see them. They would see the wolves, me as a wolf, and would be able to take me to their dad so he could tell me what was going on.

"Stay on your side of the border!" Emmett snarled as came close. That was when I realized he was running much too fast to be a human. I couldn't even move an inch before both he and Jasper slammed into me. Emmett got slightly under me and completely sent me flying back towards the other side of the river.

I didn't even have time to yowl my horror before I landed awkwardly with half my body starting to slid down the walls towards the river and the other half on flat ground. I didn't have to worry about falling though because one of the wolves grabbed my tail and started to drag me up.

"Keep to your side mutts…" I heard Emmett's voice change from triumphant to almost horror filled as all of the wolves instantly laid into me. I could barely move. I wiggled by body, keeping my throat hiding from harm, and kicked with all of my legs. Sharp pain appeared all over my body as wolves tried to break the skin with their teeth.

It was a hard kick that made contact with one of the furry masses trying to kill me that sent me sliding over the flat ground and tumbling into the river. The river was very shallow and on my side, the water barely went over my head.

I struggled to get my head above the water. The water beat into me as I struggled to get to my feet. I placed them awkwardly as I braced myself against the fast moving water. The water was red around me as blood from my gashes mixed with the freshwater.

I whined pathetically when I looked to my right to see the wolves looking over the edge at me, clearly wanting me to come up so they could finish the job. To my left, the entire Cullen family were staring at me; their faces etched in complete bafflement.

"Edward." A male's voice reached my ears; a voice that was smooth and almost musical. "What's going on?"

There was a silence. "The wolf is a stranger. It's not from their pack. They want to kill it because it smells like a leech."

"Hello?" I slowly turned my head to see Dr. Cullen crouching to look down at me. I could see his eyes as they roamed across my shredded skin and the bloody water. He looked thoughtful before he backed away. "You may pass this way."

"What?" I recongnized Rosalie's voice. "You're letting a mutt…"

"Rosalie," Carlisle was calm but his voice held authority, "It will die if it goes over there and it will die if they stay in the water. Let them pass in a sign of good faith." It wasn't really his words that got me up but a smell that finally got me to slowly drag myself up the loose soil wall. The smell was sweet, not too sweet, and reminded me of honey. It reminded me of safety.

It took quite a while because I had to move each leg separate and ignore the pain. When I got close I saw Carlisle reach down, grab a piece of untorn flesh on the back of my neck, and help drag me up. I allowed myself to be drug up like a puppy.

Edward curled his lip in disgust at me. "The wolves say we should throw him back over."

I slowly lowered myself onto the ground, my body too weak to stand any longer, and laid my head down.

Carlisle shook his head. "They know we cannot do that." I dimly heard as the wolves snarled their disapproval of the idea before they disappeared back into the forest. I just laid there. I did look around me though.

Everyone one of the Cullens were looking at me. There was only one that I didn't recognize and that was the smaller female with long brown hair and a heart shaped face. I figured she had to Esme considering that was the only Cullen I hadn't seen yet.

"My name is Carlisle."

I turned to the man that was kneeling in front of me, his hands held up to show he meant no harm, and was looking over my wounds with an expert eye. I looked over his shoulder to where Alice was staring at me. Her eyes were looking at me and she was sniffing wildly as if she had recongnized a smell and was trying to place it.

"We are not going to harm you." He spoke slowly, as if speaking to a wounded animals, which I was. "Would you permit me to examine a particularly deep wound on your hip?" I looked at him for a moment. I wanted my wounds to stop hurting but, more than anything, I wanted to know what was happening. Why was I a big wolf? Why did they move inhumanely fast? Why did those wolves want to kill me? What was going on?

A loud whine erupted into the air.

Jasper, the blonde male who I've never talked to before, spoke in a thick Texan accent. "Their feeling mighty confused and scared. I'd say this was their first time phasing."

Carlisle nodded before looking to Edward. "What does he want?" Carlisle gestured to me.

Edward clenched his jaw. "I don't know." Everyone turned to look at him. Edward frowned at their curious expressions. "I can't read their mind." Edward can read minds? Since when? This day is really becoming strange.

Emmett let out a loud laugh. "Wow. Bet that's gotta suck. First Bella and this?"

At the mention of my name, I perked my ears up and let out a delighted bark. I sounded like one of those purse dogs. To further my embarrassment, my tail decided to act on its own accord and wag a hundred miles per minute.

"You find that amusing, do you?" Edward growled, fangs suddenly appeared in his mouth. I let out a frightened whimper and my legs tensed, ready to flee. Jasper reached out and grabbed Edward's shoulder to calm him down.

"The emotion it felt weren't amused." The Texan said. "They were relieved and happy." I didn't like the way all of them suddenly stared at me as if they stared hard enough that they would suddenly be able to read my mind. Edward might be able….I'm not entirely sure how that works.

Emmett tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Alrightly then. Mutt, I want you to look at me. I'm going to say words again, okay?" I tilted my head to the side. Is this how all dogs feel when people use that dumb person language with them? Because if that is the case, I am apologizing to every dog I've ever met.

Emmett waited until I had his attention. "Wow." That was all he said before staring at me closely.

Rosalie sighed. "Emmett, what are you doing?"

Emmett's face lit up. "Well the wolf responded to something I said right? So, I figure if I just repeat everything again but separate, then we can see what the wolf is responding too."

Rosalie blinked in surprise. "That's actually not a bad idea."

Emmett seemed to grow twice in size as he beamed at her praise. "Bet." He waited. "That's." He waited but nothing. "Gotta." I nearly rolled my eyes at him. "Suck." My immature side almost made me chuckle. "First." How long was this going to go on? "Bella." My head shot up and I let out a bark.

Emmett's jaw nearly dropped. "Bella?" He repeated again. I barked. He got it, he got it, he got it! I could have danced in delight. "This fur bag ate Bella!" Emmett roared. My ears fell. He so does not got it. Luckily, Alice seemed to be a little smarter than her big brother.

"Bella." Her voice seemed shocked, wary, and a little hopeful. "Is that you?" I nodded and my tail continued to display my happiness at being recognized by wagging so fast that it was kicking up dirt. "Carlisle!" Alice nearly screamed, making me jump in surprise and curl up in fear. "Fix her!"

Alice scrambled towards my head, instantly cradled it, and looked at me with worried eyes. "Are you okay?" She breathed. "Does it hurt anywhere? Can you breathe fine? Are you going to die? Please tell me you aren't going to die." I honestly didn't remember all of her questions so I just shook my head to say that I was not going to die.

It seemed to sooth her a little but she did glare at her father until Carlisle seemed to wake up from his surprised induced trance and slowly begin to explore my body with gentle hands. I was so content that I forgot all of my questions and fear when Alice began gently tugging at my fur and running her hands on my head.

I was nearly asleep when Emmett kneeled down in front of me, his eyes sad, and his body seemed a lot smaller. "Bella." I looked up at him and tilted my head, my way of asking what was wrong. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that by knocking you back on the other side that all those wolves would attack you. I thought you were just one of the reservation mutts trying to start a war…" I didn't understand what he was talking about, what are reservation mutts, but I did understand that at the moment he was blaming me for the wounds I'd gotten, so I did the only thing I could do to relax him in this form, I licked him right across the face.

Emmett let out a squeal, leapt away from me, and began wiping his face with his arms. "Bella! That is so gross!" I couldn't help it. I opened my mouth and a deep rumble, something akin to laughter, filled the air.

"Bella, this is going to hurt." I heard Carlisle warn me but the look on Emmett's face was so funny as he tried to clean himself of my spit, that I didn't even think about it. That was until I felt Carlisle grab my back leg, take a deep breath, and jerk.

The pain slammed into me, my body arched, I let out a whine that slowly turned back into a scream, and passed out with my head on the lap of a very distraught Alice.