a/n This is the most literary license I've taken in this story but after deciding to feature everyone who was involved in Emmett's transition, I wanted to include everyone who was alive at the time. This suggests a reason why the Quileute chief might have been so receptive to a pact with the Cullens
What's she doing now, pacing outside the cabin?
I shouldn't have followed her; my duty was to kill her when I saw her with the human but I couldn't.
It's not imprinting because I'm not in my human form and she hasn't looked at me, hidden in the trees, but I can't take my eyes off of her.
That beautiful, tender look I saw on her face when she knelt beside him. She didn't look crazed by the blood; she didn't even act like she wanted to drink it. She just put the man on her back and started running.
She talked to herself a little while she ran. When she mentioned someone named King and his friends, I could hear the hate in her voice, but when she spoke of her family and talked to the man on her back, her tone was softer, loving, almost motherly.
My hair stood on end as we neared the cabin and I smelled the other cold ones but somehow, I trusted her. She stood with that pretty woman and shouted at the other man, who then carried the dying man into the cabin, and still I trusted her.
Now he's screaming in pain. The older one with yellow hair is talking to her and the other woman. They're leaving; she's staying.
She keeps looking toward the inside of the cabin but won't go in, just rubs her hands nervously.
I shouldn't let this go on. What kind of future chief of the Quileute tribe am I not to take action? But that's why I'm here in the first place, running from that responsibility after going through my own change.
Maybe that's why I'm letting this happen. I can still kill them if I have to, the man was dying anyway, and I want to know if their change is like mine. Listening to his screams, it sounds as painful, but maybe he's a weak man.
No, she wouldn't want a weak man and she does want him. I can tell that much. Would she have wanted me if she'd seen me in my human form?
So beautiful. She's golden—her hair and eyes, even the little bit of color under her white skin has a gold cast. It surrounds her—that and excitement and desire. I can smell it on her. I guess if she weren't focused on him, she could sense mine too.
He's getting a little quieter now. Maybe he's adjusting to the pain. My father and the elders said their change takes three days. She'll be crazy by then.
I wish I could comfort her; I want to go to her but I can't. I can't leave her alone with him either. I'll stay with her until they return.
I wonder why I've never felt this way about any of the women of the tribe. Is that still possible for me after being with her?
His shouts are starting again; the others are back. I can tell they've been hunting. They smell like...deer. They don't hunt humans. They're different and she's...
It's time to leave. I have to go back home and learn to be chief and protector of my people, their wolf when needed.
I take one final look back at the golden woman. I'll never forget her.