A/N: So, I left you guys with that nasty little cliff hanger last chapter, and I'm not even going back to it yet. I love being evil sometimes. This chapter is all about Andy meeting the Quileutes- which means it's in his POV. I would like to thank Golden Eyes Silver Fangs who gave me some good ideas for this chapter in their review for chapter three. Please enjoy:

Five. Alpha

"Bella used to live here?" I crinkled my nose as the houses of the small town flashed by outside the windows of my car. "I would hate to live in a place this depressing."

"I don't know," replied Tia from the passenger seat. "I kind of like it."

I rolled my eyes.

"That's because you're a vampire, love. A vampire who happens to hate living in doors."

Tia shrugged. I thread my fingers through hers and pulled her hand up to my lips so I could kiss it.

"You'll have to stay here when I go to Quileute territory," I told her.

"I don't get why," Tia whined in reply. "You could use back up."

"I can handle a bunch of adolescent werewolves, Tia. I've been one for a few years now- this pack's alpha only has twenty months under his belt," I smiled at her fondly. "It will be safer if I go by myself. If these are the ones killing vampires, they would kill you on sight, and probably not let me live much longer."

Tia sighed.

"I know- but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

I pulled to a stop in front of the only hotel in Forks- a shabby, run-down little place that really needed it's shingles replaced.

Or to be abolished.

"This is where we're staying?" Tia asked distastefully.

"What- not good enough for the Volturi princess?" I teased her. She gave me a narrow eyed glare and a bruising punch to the arm.

"Ouch," I gasped, grabbing the limb and reeling about dramatically.

"Oh, put a sock in it, drama queen," she drawled. I laughed and opened the trunk of the car, pulling our bags out. I stopped Tia when she reached to take her bags from me.

"Now, now Tia- you're supposed to let me feel like a big macho man, which means I carry your bags."

Tia raised an eyebrow and the smirked the little smirk that always got me hot under the collar.

"I think there are better ways to do that, don't you?" she purred, leaning her body against the length of mine- making it suddenly hard to breathe.

"Yes," I managed to strangle out. "Yes, I do."

"Then let's go."

It took me a moment after her body had left mine to realize that she had taken her bags with her. I shook my head in bemusement and followed after the hell cat that had stolen my heart.

She would be the death of me yet.

"You'll be careful, won't you?" Tia's burgundy eyes looked at me with clear worry. She hadn't been on her new diet of animals long enough for them to have changed to the topaz that signified a vegetarian vampire.

"I'll be fine," I promised, brushing some of her black hair out of her face. "You'll be careful as well?"

"I won't mess up if that's what you're getting at."

"I know," I assured her. "I have total faith in you."

"You'll call me if something goes wrong?" she asked anxiously. I didn't point out that, if something went wrong, I wouldn't be able to get to my cell much less call her- no need to increase her worry.

"Of course," I promised instead. She bit her lip, obviously still worried, but went up on her tippy-toes to kiss my lips quickly rather than say anything more. I wrapped my arm around her waist when she went to move away, pulling her tight against body and plundering her mouth with mine. If this was going to be the last time I kissed her, she would damn well remember it.

"You'll come back," she told me when we broke apart- I was unsure if it was a question or statement.

"I'll come back," I promised, leaning my forehead against hers.

I dearly hoped I wouldn't be breaking that promise.

Bella had been able to tell me little about the Quileutes. I had used a pay phone in California to call the Cullens and ask Carlisle about what he knew. He hadn't been able to tell me much more than Bella. There had been three werewolves when they had left Forks. By now there could be even more. The situation made me uneasy- the years I had spent in the dungeons of the Volturi stronghold had made me uneasy and suspicious of others- even my brother wolves. There were few exceptions- Tiazza, Bella, and, by association to Bella, the Cullens. I was wary of walking into a situation as full of unknowns as this one was.

Still- I owed Bella my freedom… helping her with this was a small price to pay.

I pulled my car to a stop once I reached the outskirts of the reserve. I stepped out of the car and focused my mind, sifting through the scents that hung in the breeze. I could smell Tia, her scent clinging to me. It took a lot of strength to push it aside- I loved Tia's smell- but I did it and focused on finding the smell of werewolf.

It didn't take me long.

I got back into the car and fired it up, rolling down the window so that I could follow the smell of wolf. I had to take a few detours to avoid driving through buildings, but I finally made it to a medium-sized, well built house near to the reserve's outskirts. The smell of wolf was strongest here- as was the smell of eggs and bacon. My mouth watered at the scent- I had left before I had had time to eat, and now I found that I was quite hungry.

"Live with a vampire long enough and you forget the human requirements," I grumbled to myself- but I didn't really mean it. Tia was my life and I would be miserable without her.

My thoughts were cut off by a low growling. A tall youth stood in the door of the house. His bulk blocked most of the door, but I could see the outlines of two more young men behind him.

At least three… who knew how many more were in the house, though.

"Who are you?" growled the male in the door- he was obviously alpha.

"Andrew," I replied. I noted the way his hands shook slightly and couldn't help but sneer. "And you're on the brink of losing control."

The man growled again.

"You smell like vampire," he hissed.

"Really?" I asked with false surprise. "That's odd- the last time I checked, I was a werewolf. Perhaps I was changed without realizing it?" I dropped the sarcasm and became serious. "I was held prisoner by some vamps for a while- not fun. I've never been able to get the stench off me."

I was suddenly glad Tia wasn't with me- I would have been in deep trouble if she had heard that comment.

"How did you get away?" the man asked suspiciously.

"I'm just that smart," I replied with a nonchalant shrug. I was hardly going to tell them about Tia, Bella, and Jasper. "You know my name- it's only polite to introduce yourself, pup."

"Pup!" growled the man indignantly. "I'm Alpha here."

"Well then, Alpha, you should know that it's only polite to introduce yourself and the pack to a brother," when I had been Alpha...

I pushed those thoughts to the back of mind- that had been a long time ago, when I was young and naïve- before Tia had shown me the world.

"I am Sam Uley," said the man at last. "You may come in and meet the rest of the pack- but if you cause any harm," the man's expression became menacing, "it will be the last thing you do."

I was confused about Sam's fierceness- I had done nothing suspicious- until he and his two lackeys stepped aside so I could enter the house and see the source of the food.

A young woman was making a large batch of scrambled eggs. She would have been beautiful if it hadn't been for the scars that marred one side of her face.

Scars caused by claws.

"Do you see something interesting?" she demanded when she noticed my gaze.

"Em," murmured Sam. "Careful."

I looked at him amused- he obviously feared that I was going to lose control.

"She can speak as she wishes," I told him. "I have more control over myself than that. A few insults will not penetrate my exterior."

"We're a dangerous people," Sam replied. "I would rather not risk it."

"As you wish," I shrugged and surveyed the other five werewolves in the kitchen. "Are you going to introduce me to your pack, Sam Uley- or are we going to discuss my control?"

"Jacob, Paul, Embry, Jared, and Quil," Sam pointed to each one as he said their names.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to the girl?" I asked him, leaning against the wall.

"Leave Emily out of this!" Sam snarled.

"Hello Emily, it's nice to meet you," I said. She looked taken aback.

"Er hello… uh…"

"Oh, sorry- I'm Andrew. Andrew Walters, if you want my full name."

"You said that you had been taken prisoner by vampires?" asked the boy Jacob, his dark face intense. "You know where there's a coven."

"Yes," I replied slowly. "But they are far too powerful for a pack of skilled werewolves to go after, much less a bunch of adolescents. And they live in Italy."

"We could take them!" snarled the one named Paul.

"Pup- you couldn't defeat me, much less Jane and Alec. Jane can get in your head and make you feel as if you're being tortured for hours," I shuddered, remembering what they had put me through. "It nearly broke me, and you're a lot younger than I am."

"You don't look that old," he replied.

I've been a werewolf for twelve years," I replied. "I came into it young… you've been one for, what? Six months? A year at the most," I glanced at Emily, accessing her scars. "No… not a year. Six months sounds closer, maybe eight. It had to be before that happened- you would have stopped your Alpha before he'd attacked if you'd been a wolf at the time."

Emily's hand went up to the scars.

"How can you tell?" she asked softly.

"Sweetheart, for four years I only had my scars for company in a dungeon in the stronghold of the most powerful vampire family alive. You learn how to tell how old a wound is after a while," I glanced at Sam. "You don't have enough control- that's dangerous in an Alpha, especially an Alpha of a young pack."

"Are you going to challenge me?" Sam snarled angrily.

I laughed.

"Hardly- I don't have the time to challenge you, nor is that what I'm here for."

"Why are you here?" asked Jared calmly.

"For information," I replied. "There have been rumours that someone's been killing vampires- and that the somebody is a pack of werewolves. Now, these killings have been happening in this general area, and you're the only pack I've seen around here."

"A coven broke a treaty with us," said Sam. "They killed the daughter of a man who is well respected on both the reserve and down in the town, then they fled. We've been hunting for them ever since."

"Have you killed them yet?" I asked.

"No- the vampires we've killed were just ones we happened upon. There's only been one coven we killed- a group of leeches who killed humans for sustenance. Despicable creatures."

I didn't reply- I had never quite agreed with the feud between our kinds.

"What's the name of the coven you're searching for?" I asked, licking my lips. I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear Sam say it himself.

"Their name is Cullen- and we won't stop until we see them destroyed."

It was two hours after I had left that I entered the hotel room I shared with Tia once more.

"What's wrong?" she asked as I started throwing clothes into our suitcases.

"The wolves are the ones killing vampires- and they're after the Cullen's blood. We have to go to Canada and warn them before the Quileutes find them and discover Bella isn't as dead as they thought."