Chapter 7

I have no idea how long I was passed out, but when I woke up I was still in Jacob's room, still on his bed. The only thing that had changed was that there were more people in the room. After I decided to open my eyes, I started recognizing them, and I gasped when I finally knew who they all were and why they might have been there.

Sam and some of the other pack members whose names I can't quite remember at the moment, were there in the room. Some standing, some sitting, but all staring at me. I decided to lie perfectly still and wait until someone started to speak. I just hoped they weren't expecting it to be me who started.

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but Jacob cleared his throat, he was still sitting beside me. Sam just shook his head and looked down. I didn't know what that had meant, but I knew this wasn't going to go well. Fear started to take me over again, and I decided to sit up a little, propped up on my elbows. I looked at Jacob, hoping he would fill me in, but everyone except for him and Sam were looking at me. The silence was starting to really annoy me, so I gave in and talked first.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked them.

Instead of speaking, Sam looked at Jacob, and Jacob looked at me. I just stared at Jacob, waiting for an explanation. Finally Sam decided to say something, though he really wasn't making much sense.

"I... Well, we never thought this would ever really happen. Even though the other legends have turned out to be true, this one just seemed so... I don't know, made up? I don't know why."

I just stared at Jacob, waiting for him to speak, he didn't. He just sat there as still as I was. Things started making even less sense than before, which I didn't think was possible.

After a few more minutes of no one talking, I was beyond annoyed with it all, moving on to just plain mad.

"So, what does all this mean? What all is going to happen?" I asked, letting my anger show.

"Keep an eye on her." One of the pack members barely mumbled. Though I could hear what was said clearly, I didn't know who had said it. My head darted in his direction and if I remembered correctly, it was Paul.

"What the hell does that mean?" I yelled at him, sitting up in the bed.

They all just looked at me, not moving and looked like they were shocked.

"What?" I asked, it was almost a growl. That even surprised me. They all continued to stare.

It was too much. I couldn't handle being in a room packed with a bunch of tough werewolves who couldn't even answer a damn easy question. I pushed myself out of the bed and walked out of the room and straight out the front door. I was about to get in my truck to leave, but I must have left my keys in Jacob's room. Damnit.

I didn't notice till I had already crossed the street that Jacob had followed me and I knew the rest of the pack wasn't too far behind him. I was beyond mad now, but I was also scared. I knew what they were waiting for. And that was what Paul must have meant, and that made me even madder.

It was the anger that must have pushed it beyond my control. I started shaking, almost vibrating. It felt like a fire was starting flow through my spine and slowly spread out to my arms and legs. I was getting more furious as it was all happening and I couldn't stop it. I had never been that mad before.

I turned to face them and I saw Jacob standing not too far away from me and I also saw him take a step backwards. Sadness started to replace the anger. He was afraid. Either he was afraid of me, or he was afraid for me, but still it might as well have been the same. He backed away from me and the shimmering slowed to a stop. I started crying and collapsed to my knees. Everyone else just froze, still staring like before.

After Jacob realized I was calmer than before, he walked over and put his arms around me. I could tell the rest of the pack still wasn't sure if it was safe yet or not, but they walked over too, slowly. I was still in shock.

"It's real. It's really happening and I have no control over it." I started crying again, but a little less hysterically.

"Yes," Jacob said. But after a moment he added, "But maybe you have more control then you thought, then we had thought."

That caught me off guard a little bit and I looked up at him. The rest of the pack exchanged glances with each other, possibly agreeing. I didn't know what that meant, but either way I didn't like it, any of it. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand and looked at everyone, one by one.

"So that's how it feels?" I asked. "That's how it feels to have your life chosen for you, to become something you never thought you would ever become. To have a normal, well somewhat normal, at least human normal in my case, life ripped away from you?"

They all just stared at me. Once again no one seemed to know what to say.

After even more uncomfortable silence, Jacob helped me up off the ground. He put his arm around my waist and led me back into the house. We stopped to sit on the couch; everything appeared to be so different now.

I looked at Jacob and it looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't.

"Hmm?" I said.

"How did you stop from phasing?" he asked.

I could hear the rest of the guys right outside the front door, but I didn't care. At least I wouldn't have to explain it again later.

"I don't really know," I said. "I just saw the look on your face and I just stopped."

"Why?"

I looked down at my hands. "You were scared of me. You could tell what I was about to do and you backed away and you didn't just back away. You were scared. Of me." I shook my head back and forth and I could feel the tears start to sneak back up, but I was able to hold them back.

After a little while of silence, no idea how long it was, Jacob finally decided to talk. I braced myself for the worst, since everything was going that way, but all he did was open his mouth and close it again.

"What?" I asked him.

"I wasn't really scared of you... More like worried... scared for you." I knew it was one of the two. "I was scared for you because I know what you're going through. Just a little differently. I know what it's like and it's something I would have never wanted you to go through." He stopped for a moment, staring at the floor. "I'm also scared because we don't know exactly what is happening or if there is any way to stop it. Though I'm pretty sure it's too late now. And I'm scared now because I'm afraid you might hate me for this, because it has to be my fault. Maybe if you had never met me, this wouldn't be happening to you..."

He started rambling and mumbling the last few things he said. I just started shaking my head back and forth slowly, not wanting to hear anything else. What was he saying? Why? His fault? Wow. Before I could even begin to understand or try to, I jumped off the couch and turned to look down at him.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked. "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say!" I stopped until he finally met my eyes. "You know what? I would rather go through this than to have never met you!" I yelled and my body was shaking again.

That seemed to have brought the shock back to his face, but he also noticed what was happening again. I fought it with all I had and it took a lot. I focused on his face and focused on trying not to be so mad at him. I decided to talk more, hoping that would help.

"I love you, Jacob. You are the most important person in the world to me. You helped me when no one understood how to even try. You knew me before I had even given you the chance too and you knew things I never even had to tell you. You get me. You get me in ways that, for example, Edward never even tried to understand. And for that, for everything you have done for me, I will accept this."

Ok, maybe I am a little crazy. After this, I'll admit to it. Sure, this whole thing scares me to death and I'm sure it will all hit me again later when Jacob isn't blaming himself in front of me. I may even laugh about it later, I don't know. I really know nothing anymore.

The way he looked at me, it kind of confirmed my thoughts. The only way to describe the way he looked at me right then was that he really had thought I lost it.

"Ok, yeah that sounds crazy. I know. Actually it all really does scare me. But don't ever blame yourself for me loving you."

The next thing that happened I totally didn't expect. Jacob jumped up off the couch and threw his arms around me. He kissed me so hard, yet so gently; my body was filled with a new kind of fire. I wrapped my arms around him, probably too tightly since he winced and I loosened my grip a little. I heard him make a disapproving sound, so I tightened my arms again. I parted my lips a little and at the same time he did too, slowly moving his tongue against mine. His hands were moving slowly along my back. I moved my hands from his back to the front of his chest, slowly moving them up and down, discovering and admiring every muscle there. His hands moved up into my hair and as he gripped a handful of it, he pulled me even closer.

I was trying to figure out what else to do, this was all so new to me, but before I could finish the thought, someone walked into the room clearing his throat. I jumped backwards and I could feel my face glow red as Sam eyed both me and Jacob with slight humor.

I couldn't believe I let myself get so carried away, but it was only the second time I had ever kissed someone like that and again, too soon, I had to stop. But uh, maybe it was for the best. I turned my focus to the floor, but not before Jacob started laughing and I caught a glimpse of him turning a little red himself. Sam was just standing there. I couldn't tell if he wanted to laugh or yell at us for what he had just walked into.

I still didn't really like Sam much, though I don't really know how I feel about that anymore. I guess I was going to have to get used to him, don't think I really have a choice now.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it and I hope it's starting to clear up a bit more for you guys. Love the reviews. =D