Part 3
The black wolf violently tried to shake her off, but she didn't let go. She had locked her jaws in place and let the wolf fight to tire itself. The other wolves growled ferociously at her, too afraid to attack her when she had their Alpha's life in her hands, or jaws really. She could sense them calling to their Alpha, but she couldn't distinguish what they were saying.
"Be still." She thought, only focusing on the black wolf. The physical connection was making it easier, but she knew that her line of thought would be as quiet as an owl in flight to him. The black wolf almost dropped to its knees in surprise.
"How-?" The black wolf started, but she cut him off with a snort.
"Tell your pack to back down." She said. The other wolves growling lowered. "And tell the one hiding in the bushes to join the others." Again she felt the black wolf's surprise when she admitted that she knew that the wolf was there. She didn't feel the wolf behind her moving so she pressed her jaws together slightly, tasting blood in her mouth.
"Now!" She growled. A low yelp of pain was heard when she continued to press her jaws together. She could feel the echo of the Alpha's voice as he ordered the wolf to obey him. She felt how the wolf started moving, hesitantly at first but when she pressed her jaws together a third time the yelp of pain made the wolf move faster.
She refused to look in the wolf's direction, but loosened her grip slightly when it joined the others. Leah was staring at her in disbelief and the others were still fuming at her.
"Now you listen, young Alpha." She said, feeling how he relayed her words to the others. "I'll let you go, but only if you give me your word that no one, not you or anyone in your pack, will attack me."
When she saw that the wolves settled down she carefully let go of the black wolf, quickly jumping away from him, out of reach. She watched as he stumbled towards his pack. He would heal, the wound from her bite wouldn't even leave a scar.
"You gave me your word." She reminded the black wolf when a dark silver wolf turned to her with hatred in its eyes, ready to attack.
"Who are you? How can we even communicate?" the black wolf asked as the silver wolf kept staring at her, but it didn't move to attack her.
"You're an Alpha." She stated simply.
"The others can't hear you." He pressed and she sighed before she answered.
"Only Alpha's can talk to wolves outside of their own pack and then only with another Alpha or someone that has no pack. How come you don't know this?" She could see the gears moving as he thought of what she had said. The other wolves were still eyeing her suspiciously.
"Are you alone?"
"Yes." She said coldly and sent a clear feeling to him that she didn't want to talk about it.
"What's your name?" He asked after a few seconds. She hesitated before she answered.
"Phoebe."
Phoebe felt incredibly uneasy where she was seated among the not so friendly looking shifters. The wolves in the pack was staring her down, those of them that had phased to humans watching their steps around her.
"Why doesn't she phase?" A boy asked.
"She can't." Leah said.
"Yeah, right." Another boy said. He clearly didn't believe her.
"Why don't you phase?" Sam asked. He was still in his wolf form.
"I haven't lived as a human in a long time. I tried phasing this morning, I guess I don't remember how to let go of the wolf."
"How long?"
"What year is it?" Sam hesitated before he answered.
"2006." Phoebe slowly did the math. She double-checked, triple-checked. The number she came up with felt so surreal. But it was the truth.
"Seven years." Sam just stared at her. A look of pure disbelief haunting the black wolf's features. The remaining wolves looked back and forth between her and Sam. Not believing what they could hear in his mind.
The sandy wolf next to Leah looked like he had seen a fish drive by in a convertible. Phoebe looked away as Sam phased. She listened as he told the human shifters what she had said.
"Seven years? How is that possible?"
"I don't know." Sam answered. "But I believe her."
"What! We should kill her right now!"
"No." Sam ordered. "Jacob, bring the elders here." A rusty-brown wolf left the group. It was the wolf Phoebe refused to look at.
The meeting was slow and difficult. Since Phoebe could only talk to Sam in his wolf form he was forced the phase many times. The tribe elders watched her calmly. But Phoebe could smell the uneasiness around them. Only one was truly calm, curious even.
It was the man in the wheel-chair, Billy. His eyes never left Phoebe, not for one second. It made Phoebe want to squirm, but she forced herself to stay still. She still refused to look at the one they called Jacob. And she knew Billy saw that.
Leah was forced to tell the elders about how she had found Phoebe on the beach and hidden her. The elders were confused to as how the other wolves hadn't caught her scent. Sam lowered his head when they asked him why that was.
Sam told them about what had happened in the clearing earlier. The elders were taken aback at his words. How Phoebe had gotten the upper hand and managed to pin Sam, who was much bigger than the golden wolf. Phoebe was even smaller than Leah, not much but still smaller.
They decided that she could stay and that they would speak more the next day. Sam and Billy remained as the others went inside Sam's house.
"You don't look at Jacob." The old man said. "You look at the others, you almost challenge Sam, but you won't look at Jacob." Phoebe didn't know what to say, how to explain. She did the only thing that came to mind.
She looked pointedly at Sam and then at Emily who was waiting in the door. Billy followed her gaze. He frowned, and then he understood. But Phoebe wasn't so sure that he did. Not everything at least.
A.N. So, here's the third part of the Phoebe story. I don't want to bring your hopes up by adding the parts so quickly. But I want you to know that when I am satisfied with what I've written, then I will upload another chapter.
Now, I need your help.
I'm having trouble deciding when this takes place. Obviously its sometime after Leah and Seth phases, which means its sometime after New Moon.
I'm seeing this story starting before Jacob's 17 birthday. But where does that put this story? Like, what year is it? I wrote 2006 mainly because that makes Jacob 16. I'm rambling, nevermind me.
Anyways, if you have any ideas about which year it is please let me know.
(Now I got an idea... What about including Jacob's birthday? Hm, I'll think about it.)
