"Quil? Hi. It's Kaleigh. From the beach earlier…" I waited with bated breath for him to say something on the other line.
"Oh, hey! What's up, Kaleigh?"
I let out a silent breath of relief as I leaned against the back doors frame. Fifteen feet away from me stood two, horse-sized wolves. "I just had a question about the area…"
He chuckled. "I'm sure I can help. What is it?"
"I was wondering if you knew about the animals that live in the woods. Are there many wolve—."
"Mommy!" Abbygail called from her high chair. "Can we have spaghetti for dinner?"
I covered the mouthpiece with my hand as I glanced at her. "We're going to have dinner at Quil's friend's house, honey, remember?"
She gave me a pout. "Can't we stay here? They won't like me."
"Yes, they will, Abs. I promise you." After she let out a huff, I turned my attention back to the phone. "I'm sorry about that, Quil."
"That's alright. You were saying something about wolves…"
I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "Right. Do the wolves here feel comfortable around humans?"
"If there's one in your yard, you should probably shut your door, Kaleigh," he said, slightly nervous. "Some of the wolves are friendly, but the, uh…the smaller ones aren't so much."
I started to shut the back door when the two wolves sat down in the middle of the back yard. They were both a brown color, one more of a stripped wolf with silver lines highlighting it while the other had black spots along it's body. "How big do you consider normal ones to be?" I checked.
He gave a shaky laugh. "You know…like the ones in movies."
"Well there's two wolves the size of horses in my yard."
A few breaths later he demanded to know what they looked like and what they were doing. After answering all of his questions, he sighed. "Why don't I come pick you up for dinner tonight? I'll check out the yard too."
"Oh, you don't have to do that! I'll be fine! I just wasn't sure if they were looking for food or something… "
"They're always looking for food," he muttered. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Emily tried to suppress her smile, but she couldn't help it. She grinned at Jacob from across the table.
He shot her a hard glare as he shoved away from the table. "She's not my imprint, Emily," he growled harshly.
Sam sent him a warning growl. "Apologize. Now, Jacob."
Jacob glowered at him before stalking out of the house, letting the back door slam shut.
