EDITED: 2/16/18

Chapter 2

Jared's POV

I have no idea why Sam didn't let us take that chick to the hospital in Forks. She's been passed out for what feels like forever. Why the hell hasn't she woken up? I've had to sleep on the couch or at Sam's place. That girl has taken over my bed, but I don't see why. Again, she could've gone to the hospital in Forks. The only thing close to doctors we have is the tribe's healer and Jake's dad, Chief Black. The fact that I have to be quiet every time I go into my own room, no matter the time, irks me to no end. If Sam wanted her on the Rez, then she could've stayed at his place or the Blacks; Taha Aki knows she's like a son to Billy.

It's cause he could hurt her, a voice growls in the back of my mind. It seems like it might be my wolf speaking to me. That still doesn't make it any less surprising. Why would I give a flying fuck if he hurts her? She'd only be banned from the Rez for her own protection and Jake would be kept even farther away from her than he is now. Why can't I just be a normal shape shifting teenage werewolf who fights vampires for a living? Shifting, fighting vampires, dealing with horny wolves; that I can do. All these confusing emotions are new to me and, frankly, I don't like it. They're way too complicated.

I'm brought back to the present when I hear the rest of the pack come in through the back door. I look up from where I'm sat on the couch doing absolutely nothing, which is what I normally do these days. Since that girl - Bella - has taken over my bed, the couch is where I sleep, relax, and think. The pack has been trying to cheer me up lately; I've been in a slum for a week. Must be because she - Bella - is passed out in my bed. I take a sip of the water on the coffee table in front of me. I hear the guys make their way through my kitchen and into the living room. I sigh and look up at them.

"Bro, you need to get laid," I immediately recognize Paul's voice. I growl at the thought; getting laid just feels wrong to me and my wolf. I push that reaction to the back of my mind and focus on the men in front of me. Sam looks somewhat conflicted, like he's hiding something but is warring with himself on that fact.

"Something you want, Sam?" I stand up, setting my now empty water glass back down. I walk past them and into the kitchen, an extremely hard feat mind you. I grab a bottle of beer from the fridge and open it, sighing. Due to our ridiculously high metabolism, we can't get drunk; either way, the taste is soothing.

"How is she, Jared?" I roll my eyes, of course, that's his question. I have no clue how he hasn't imprinted on her; he clearly feels something for her. He hasn't imprinted on her so he needs to give up. He needs to either man up or pipe the fuck down. Pipe the fuck down, my wolf growls.

"She's still passed out cold," I report, feeling like some soldier. I was the second one to phase dammit! (If I got that fact wrong please let me know) I hear him sigh in relief. Why can't he just go check on her himself?

"Alright boys, pack meeting at the table," Of course it has to be at my house, at my table, with my girl upstairs. Woah, woah, woah, shut the fuck up. She isn't my girl. What the hell is wrong with me? If anything she's Sam's. My wolf growls lowly, Okay! She's hot and she's Sam's. Now he seems more pleased, but only a fraction of a fraction. Shaking myself out of my inner argument with my wolf, I walk over to the table.

"Why are we having a meeting right now, bro?" Must Paul always use 'bro' to refer to one of us? It grates on my nerves.

"Patrols," is Sam's one-word answer. Sighing, I lean back against the counter, letting all those goons crowd around the table.

We go over patrols and swapping until we hear an angelic voice from the doorway. "Hope you're not working yourself to the bone, Sammy." Our leader stiffens and turns, facing who I'm assuming is the girl who's taken over my bed. I don't turn, letting Sam have a moment just taking her in. "Are you going to stand there like a gaping fish or are you going to come over here and give me a much-needed hug?" He makes his way over to her and quickly embraces her. Now I turn, facing the hugging pair. Beautiful mahogany hair lays limply over Sam's shoulder. I instantly know that if she had been up for the last week or so it'd be brilliant and shiny.

I suck in a breath and leave silently. I don't know what's going on but my emotions are haywire and I don't like it. I make my way to the tree line and strip, tying my shorts to my leg. I feel the familiar tearing sensation as I shift. I instruct Leah, who's currently on patrol, to go back to my place where everyone is. I feel her shift out and just run, and run, and run, and I have no clue what I'm running from.

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