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Guest: Raven may know people with heightened senses/strength/speed, she said that out of pity :P


JPOV

"Hey, Raven, meet my Pack. Pack, this is Edsper." Jacob said, leading his Pack, and the Uley Pack into our house.

"... What did you call me?" Raven asks, with a vein showing on her forehead.

"Well, you have Jasper and Edward's powers combined, so, you are 'Edsper. Wait, sorry, Edsperette, 'cause you're a girl." Jacob explains.

"My name is Raven."

"Fine. RaeRae."

When Raven heard this name, she frowned. Her emotions flew all over the place. There was sadness, guilt, and anger. Then... nothing. 'That girl has quite a control on her emotions.' Edward nods his head at my thought.

Ravens head snaps in Jacob's direction.

"That isn't my name." She says in a cold, dead voice. "My name is Raven, I would prefer to be called my name."

Something in that comment caught the wolves attention, it could have been the words, or the tone used.

"Hello, Ms. Raven. I'm Sam Uley, the leader of one of the Packs." Sam says.

"Hello, Samuel Uley. What do you need?"

"Just to know you aren't a danger to my family." Sam says, with obvious respect in his voice and emotions.

"I can not promise you that, but I can promise not to intentionally harm anyone." Raven says, in her monotonous way.

Sam frowns, but nods his head.

"Why doesn't he ever believe us like he does her?" Emmett whines.

"Because I do not besmirch my name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!" She says, adding in a snicker at the end, although I couldn't tell why.

"Did- did- did you just- quote Harry Potter?" Seth cries, pushing in front of everyone else.

"Of course." Raven replies smoothly.

"I think I'm in love." Seth says dreamily.

Raven lets a little smile creep past her straight face.

"When we're apart my heart oly beats for you!" She says.

Seth runs up to her and kisses her full on the mouth.

A snarl rips out of my throat without my permission.