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Chapter 3
I knew the answer to that one. It said that there was something deeply wrong with me. Why else would my life be filled with characters from horror movies? Why else would I care so much about them that it would tear big chunks right out of my chest when they went off along their mythical ways?
In my head, everything spun and shifted, rearranging so that things that had meant one thing before, now meant something else.
There was no cult. There had never been a cult, never been a gang. No, it was much worse than that. It was a pack.
A pack of five mind-blowingly gigantic, multihued werewolves that had stalked right past me in Edward's meadow . . . .
The whole world lurched, tilting the wrong way on its axis.
What kind of a place was this? Could a world really exist where ancient legends went wandering around the borders of tiny, insignificant towns, facing down mythical monsters?
Did this mean every impossible fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth? Was there anything sane or normal at all, or was everything just magic and ghost stories?
A small, dry voice in the back of my mind asked me what the big deal was. Hadn't I already accepted the existence of vampires long ago — and without all the hysterics that time?
Exactly, I wanted to scream back at the voice. Wasn't one myth enough for anyone, enough for a lifetime?
"Who are you calling dangerous, you parasite!" he countered scornfully. "Speaking of which, the red-headed bloodsucker passed the boundary line, so she is not on our turf anymore.
I exhaled sharply, and opened my mouth to interrupt, but Edward beat me to it.
"That solely rests upon Bella — I don't make the same error twice, Jacob Black," he answered, in response to one of his thoughts, I presumed.
Jacob just looked at him, surprised.
"H-how did you . . . ?"
"Certain vampires are born with talents, Jacob. I can read minds."
"Okay, I have had enough of this! Can I please just have one say in this! Werewolf? Is that why you . . . " I groaned. "Werewolf." She shook her head in amazement. "What's next, Bigfoot?" I said, exasperated.
Jacob chuckled scornfully. "Nope. No Bigfoot."
"Werewolf," I groaned.
"You're such a hypocrite!" he accused, narrowing his eyes.
I glared back. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He took two steps toward me, leaning over me and glaring with fury. "Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella. I guess I'm just not as great as a bloodsucker, am I?" he roared, his entire frame quivering with rage.
I was vividly conscious of Edward, his arms still wrapped protectively around me, motionless as a stone. I shot a look at his face — it was calm, patient.
"Be very careful, Bella," Edward's velvet voice warned, his hands moving to my shoulders — I savored every second of it. "Don't push him too far. You need to calm him down."
"Don't tell her what to do!" he ordered. "And get your hands off of her!"
He glowered at Jacob. "You're lucky I am trying to control myself, so that Bella doesn't see something that she shouldn't see for her own sanity — or else you would have been gone from here long ago."
"Stop it!" I was surprised that, with even all of the shouting, Charlie was asleep. "No werewolves! No vampires! No humans! Just us. Both of you get that straight."
Jacob straightened up with a jerk, like my words had sent an electric shock through him. His eyebrows shot up and his eyes stared wide. "I'm sorry, what?"
"What did you think we were talking about?"
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