A/N: Alright, alright, geez! Alpha, not alfa; I got it. The last chapter and the one before it was written at the same time and spell check didn't say it was misspelled so it didn't stand out to me very well.

I'm sorry for any mistakes in writing that I may make; I already know that I'm an awful speller. Please don't be mean.

When Gravity Moves

Chapter 7- debt

I don't have a class with a Cullen next period, but upon walking into the girl's locker room for gym, floral and rain hit my nose and my eyes land on the smallest of Cullens disappearing out the doors, already changed into gym clothes.

I hurriedly pull on my own baggy clothing, almost forgetting a shirt out of habit, and stumble after her scent like a lost puppy.

I punch myself hard in the thigh to give me something else to think about, and I'm able to pull my mind back to normal.

Just act normal around her, you're being too obvious! My mind hisses, and I force myself not to look at her as I sit down in the back of the group to escape some of the stares.

It doesn't actually work, and I'm relieved when the coach finally comes in and has us start laps.

Immediately, Alice is half way across the track before I can step off the bleachers.

I fight the urge to chase after her by another punch in the thigh, and start out at a slow jog to keep pace with the humans.

I don't get to talk to her at all the entire class, and disappointment has me dragging my feet the entire walk to my bike.

It purrs to life beneath me as my eyes land of the silver Volvo, the shiniest car in the lot. As they do, it pulls smoothly out of its space and shoots off onto the main road.

My motorcycle roars as I chase after it and I'm able to pour on speed as we get out of sight of the school, seeing as vampires are as much of speed freaks as the wolves.

Several minutes pass before they veer off the road onto a well-hidden path in the trees.

I would have zoomed right past if it weren't for my awesome werewolf reaction time, and I charge after them at a much slower pace, deeper into the trees.

My nervousness grows as the minutes drag on of this same dirt road, until finally, the trees open up to reveal a grand, white, house.

I pull up next to the parked Volvo, gaping at the enormous mansion in front of me.

It must be four, maybe five, times as big as my house on the reservation!

Even more nervous than before, I glance down at my loose jeans, ratty T-shirt, my red Ray Vans, and my leather jacket as I make my way up to the door.

I look rather sloppy to be entering a house of this class.

As I reach up to knock, the good doctor himself, looking rather concerned, flings the door open.

"Yes, we've been expecting a visit from the shifters for the past few days. Please, come in."

All seven of the vampires are standing in the living area of the down stairs, and my eyes once again hesitate on Alice before sliding to the only unknown vampire.

She smiles warmly, if not worriedly, stepping forward to offer her hand.

"Hello dear, I'm Esme."

"Bella," I say, shaking it politely and trying to ignore the shock of cold that comes from her skin.

None of the pack would dare enter the home of seven vampires, even animal drinking ones, alone, but I don't feel threatened as Carlisle joins his family.

"I must apologize for my daughter crossing the border the other day, and we hope that nothing changes in the treaty-"

"The treaty is void." I say and all of them tense, eyes growing dark. "We wish that you stay on your land unless accompanied by a wolf, my pack tends to attack without thought when they smell vampire."

"What?" They all blink, so I fall to a knee and bow my head.

"We are in your dept. If you are ever in trouble, the wolves will fight with you."

I may be laying it on a little thick, but they must know that I will never harm Alice's family. That I will do anything to protect her and anyone she cares for.

"Wait, wait, wait," Emmet says, a grin growing on his face, "so we have guard dogs now?"

The blond slaps his head with a cracking sound.

"I don't understand." Carlisle says, tilting his head with puzzlement.

My eyes once again fall on Alice.

"You risked your life to save a boy you didn't even know." The awe is clear in my voice. Not even most humans would do that.

Her eyes hold mine, nothing but curiosity shining in them.

"We are questioning a lot of what we believed in."

"That doesn't make sense," Rosalie scowls, though there is not as much bite in her words now that she knows that I am not threatening her family. "Even if we crossed the border to save someone, the old wolves would have still used it as an excuse to start a war. And now you're saying that you'll fight for us if we are in trouble?"

What do I say without giving away that it's because of my imprint?

I turn my eyes to the blond, tearing my gaze from the wide eyes of my everything.

"The boy she saved is my little brother." I turn my eyes back to my imprint, real awe and gratitude for what she did. "I can never repay you for that."

She smiles warmly and steps away from her mate to grab my hand and pull me to my feet.

"There's no need for you to owe me."

Her voice is like bells and so beautiful that I could listen to her read a phone book for hours and never grow bored. "I just did what I thought was right."

Emmet comes up, shoving his sister away, and I almost snarl at him as he throws his arms around me.

"She may not want something, but I do!" He grins widely down at me. "Want to wrestle? I bet I can win."

I snort, narrowing my eyes at the challenge and my lips pull back over my teeth. "Oh, please. I pretty much live with six other boys; if I can take all of them at once, I can take you."

His grin is blinding as he lowers himself into a crouch.

I shake my head at him.

"Not in the house, you dimwit, we'll end up breaking all of Esme's things."

Esme smiles thankful at me before turning an admittedly scary glare on her son.

"At least someone thinks before they act."

"Strange considering she's a wolf," Edward finally speaks, and his tone is somewhat cold.

A twinge of anger tingles in my veins, and just because I wouldn't hurt him for Alice, doesn't mean I won't defend myself.

My voice and face turn as cold and stony as their skin.

"I have perfectly contempt control on my emotions as a new wolf; it's quite easy to control anger when the one you hate isn't yourself for what you are."

I had spotted right away that his broody self likely had to do with him hating what he is- I've seen it enough in my pack members to pick it out.

It's not necessarily that they hate being wolf, but more of how it took their futures. As far as I can see, it's a less watered down version of what Edward might be feeling.

He blinks at me as I turn away from him dismissively, kicking off my shoes as I go and a slow grin sliding across my face.

"Now," I say, loosening my belt and tugging my shirt over my head. "Let's see how well you fare against the big bad wolf."

I almost laugh at their wide-eyed shocked expressions as I run out the door, stripping as I go, and then explode into my wolf.