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Addison

Bam. I transformed back before I left the woods. I knew I couldn't go back into the house crying. I would surely wake someone up. And then I would have to explain why my eyes were red and my nose was swollen. Sexy. Not to mention how my heart almost beat out of my chest from seeing someone I had only met for a few seconds. And not even in his human form…what in the world was that? I had always heard about falling in love, how sometimes it can hit you like a boulder. But this…this was different. I felt like in those few seconds I could not live without this male. But I don't even know him! Ok, Addy. Calm down, you crazy bitch. I took deeeeeeeeeeep breaths, trying to lower my heart rate. I tried closing my eyes too. That backfired, as I saw my mysterious love in my head. His regal appearance, his awe-inducing eyes…Stop it. Get a hold of yourself.

As soon as I felt like I was as calm as I was ever going to be, I started back to the house. To distract myself from thinking about what had just happened, I started naming dog breeds in the letters of the alphabet. Australian Terrier, Beagle, Canaan Dog, Doberman…Who was he? Is it possible I'm dreaming? I stumbled past some roots, grumbling. It was annoying not having the night vision of a wolf. Labrador, Munsterlander, Newfoundland, Old English Sheepdog, Pug…What was it about him that made me so crazy? The other wolves look good. What was special about him? I could see Emily and Sam's place now. Thank God. Human speed bothered me. Yorkie. I put my hands up on the windowsill, taking one last deep breath before hoisting myself up.

Trace

I heard a soft thump. "Shit," someone mumbled. My eyelids fluttered open, and I propped myself up on one elbow, squinting my eyes.

"Addy?" I whispered. The black figure that was tiptoeing in front of me froze.

"Damn it," she muttered. "Go back to sleep, Trace."

"Where were you?" I asked curiously.

"I just needed to be alone for a few minutes. It's not important."

"Come on, Addy. You can talk to me about anything." I hated being out of the loop. Call me nosy all you want but it's how I am.

"Drop it," she said, more sharply.

"Please? I really want you to tell me…"

"There's nothing to tell," she interrupted. "Now, hush," she said, putting a finger to her lips. She walked over to her sleeping place on the floor and laid down facing away from me, her hair splayed out behind her. We laid in silence for a few minutes. I was awake with the thought of what she was possibly doing. After a while though, she sighed and looked over at me. "Hey, c'mere," she whispered. I slid off the sofa, carefully stepping over the twins, and laid down beside her, propping myself on my elbows.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I saw a werewolf," she said, a serious yet soft look in her eye.

"Who? Sam? Quil?"

"No…a different one."

"Ok…" She looked at me. "Is that all?" Addison opened her mouth as if she was about to say something. But then she bit her bottom lip and looked down, deep in thought. "Addy?"

"Yes," she paused, looking back up at me. Her eyes were shimmering. "Yes, that's all."

"No," I said back. "There's something more." I put a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon. Talk to me." She swallowed and shakily exhaled.

"Who was it do you think?" she asked.

"Hell, I don't know maybe it was one of their guys but…" I stopped for a sec, and then snapped my fingers. "I got it. It was their Alpha. Jacob? I think so. That must have been him."

"Jacob…" she repeated, closing her eyes slightly, as if tasting the word.

"Erm…hello?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry." If she wasn't so dark skinned she would have blushed. "I just…I really love that name." A soft smile was on her face.

"If you say so," I smiled, understanding that there was more to it that she wasn't telling me.

"Hey…I'm gonna go to sleep now, Trace. I'm pretty tired," she murmured, stifling a yawn. I'll talk to you in the morning."

"All right, boss," I said, hugging her. I tiptoed carefully back to the couch to crash.

"Night, Tracy."

"Don't let the fleas bite."

Jacob

I felt like my search was completely futile. Hours had past, and I still had not found the mystery wolf I had imprinted on. So this is what Sam was talking about…he had told me long ago that this was the way werewolves found their mates. Soul mates even. Except more powerful. More absolute. Like love at first sight, he had said. But stronger. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that this was it. And my heart was breaking with that thought that I couldn't even find her. I didn't even know her name. Wait a minute…what was another werewolf even doing here?

I stopped abruptly in my tracks. There were more of us? When the hell did that happen? Ugh, I hated feeling clueless about things. I looked at the sky. Still pitch black. I'll go talk to Sam about it tomorrow, I thought. With a heavy sigh, I took off toward my tiny house. One minute and a human transformation later, I was walking through the too-short door, having to duck to get through. I crept in quietly, hoping I wouldn't disturb my father. My stomach made a roaring noise. Oh, damn, I thought. I'm starving.

I padded into the kitchen. There was a gurgling noise. The coffee machine was on. "Huh," I said out loud. "Now why would the coffee maker be..?"

"Mornin', Sunshine!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" I must have leapt ten feet in the air. I turned around, and there was my father, Billy, sitting in his wheelchair, raising his eyebrows at me.

"A little jumpy, wolf boy?"

"Just when crazy old men sneak up on me." He chuckled and rolled himself over to the counter. "My God, dad. It's four o'clock in the freakin' morning! What the hell are you doing up?"

"Watch the language, Jacob Black. You may be an adult now but I'm still your," he looked at me, "crazy old man."

"Sorry, pops," I said, pulling open the fridge and grabbing some toaster waffles. "But why are you up before the sun?" He rolled his eyes as if that was the most obvious answer in the world. "What?"

"The festival, dipstick."

"Oh, shit!" He sighed and shook his head. "Oh, schnitzel," I said, correcting myself. "I completely forgot about that."

"Well, you hop in bed and get a little bit of sleep if you want to go. I'm just gonna be gettin' ready.

"Awright. Night, Dad."

"More like morning, son."

"True that." I walked into my tiny room, got into bed, and threw the covers over my head, preparing for some well-needed rest, and to dream about that mysterious werewolf…

Sam

"Wake up. Wake up, baby." I felt a hand brush across my face. My eyes opened to my beautiful wife, propped up on her elbow, looking amazingly sexy in her blue nightgown. I smiled and pulled her to my naked chest, kissing her forehead, and every one of her scars. "Must you do that every morning?" she giggled, running her nose on my face.

"What can I say, I can't keep my hands off of you," I replied.

"I meant kiss my scars," she said. A flashback of how she got the marks that ruined her face made me cringe. Seeing my expression, she hugged my head to her chest, kissing the top of my head. "Never mind, honey," she whispered. Emily hopped out of bed (accidently flashing me to my pleasure). She then turned to me and cocked her hip. "Shall we round up the troops?" I threw the blanket off of me and walked over to my dresser.

"We shall," I said. Just then, the door opened and I heard the sound of werewolves filling our living room. "Wow, rounding up the troops was easier than I thought," I laughed. Emily came over and hugged me around my waist.

"Just get dressed, Sammy."

"Yes ma'am," I replied, kissing her soft mouth. After we were decent, we went outside of our room to find the whole Texas pack, Seth, and Leah. The half that had spent the night at our house was groaning and groggy, the other half chipper. I guess some of Seth's attitude had rubbed off on them.

"Come on you guys! Up and at 'em!" Matthew exclaimed. Drew chunked a pillow at his face.

"Quiet the hell down," he groaned, rubbing his eyes. Addison sat up and stretched her arms, yawning.

"Well," she said halfheartedly. "Guess we better hit the road."

"No! You can't!" Seth whined.

"Really now? And why is that?"

"Cause the festival is today!"

"Festival?"

"Oh, wow, I completely forgot about the festival," I said, smacking my forehead.

"What is it?" Cameron asked.

"Only the annual festival that celebrates our history," Leah said.

"What about it?" Bret asked, not removing his eyes from her for a second.

"The Quileute story of Taha Aki. Legend has it he was the first werewolf. But those creatures are all just silly fairy tales aren't they?" she smirked, heading to the kitchen for something to drink.

"What kind of stuff is in it?" Sandler asked, while taking a seat next to Addison.

"Ah, you know, festival stuff," Emily said, smiling at the boys and pulling on a hoodie she had gotten from the hall closet. "A parade, fun and games, rides, and at the end, Billy Black tells the Taha Aki tale. The ancestors of La Push," she said, deep set eyes twinkling. "The whole town gets together to make a huge bonfire, and they listen to the words of our people."

"Who's Billy Black?" Trace asked.

"Jacob's father." Emily responded. I saw Addison grab Trace's leg, looking at him with wide eyes, and Sandler curiously looking at her. All of a sudden, she spoke.

"Well, what's one more night, huh, guys?" she spoke with a sense of urgency that was almost hysteria. "I mean, if it's OK with Emily."

"Sure. We love having the company of you all," she said, grinning at them.

"Cool! So when do we get there?" Addison asked.

"Well," I said. "It starts at eleven. And right now it's…12:53."

"All the more reason to get going!" Addy exclaimed. "Can we walk there?"

"Are you OK to?" I asked them. They all nodded. They had adjusted to their human bodies again. "Well then, y'all can walk with Emily. I'm gonna round up our pack," I said, pulling out my cell phone.

"We'll see you there," Emily said, as everyone squeezed out of the door like clowns in a VW Beetle. Many phone calls later, our whole pack was going to the festival, unsurprisingly. Jacob, though, had not answered. I thought I would drop by his house to see if he was game. He was probably still sleeping. Billy most likely had been at the festival since before it began. Somebody has to wake the dead. A short time later, I was about to knock on his front door, when I heard snoring that could have easily blown the top off their tiny abode. I knew no amount of pounding on the door could awaken the beast, so I let myself in and walked to his room.

"Hey." Snores. "HEY." More snores. "HEY!" Continuous snores finished off by a short wheeze. I slammed a pillow on his head. He surprisingly awoke with a start and blinked many times, squinting at the light of the day.

"Sam the Man. What's happenin' brother?"

"Get out of bed, you lazy sack. The festival is today."

"Yeah, dude, I know. Give me a few minutes."

"I'll be in the truck waiting. If you fall asleep again I'll be forced to rip out your windowsill and shove it up your ass."

"Kinky."

"Just get dressed." A short time later, we were driving to the festival, when Jacob looked over at me and said

"Hey, um, Sam? I gotta question for you, man."

"What's up?"

"How did you feel when you first saw Emily?" I thought about this deeply. The feeling was honestly hard to put into words.

"Like I had spent my whole life halfway gone, and her presence made me whole for the first time," I finally murmured, not really caring if I sounded like a pussy. Instead of snorting or making a sarcastic comment, though, he nodded…knowingly. "Something happen last night, big guy?" I asked.

"Yeah. She happened."

"She?"

"I was a wolf late last night. It was partly for patrol, but I also just wanted to be alone in that form during the night." I understood. It was good to be a werewolf. "Anyway," he continued "I ran into…" he paused, as if he never would of thought he'd be saying this. "My imprint." Hm. I had thought that was where he was going with it.

"What about Bella?" I asked curiously. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I was stupid about that, Sam. I honestly don't want to be reminded of her."

"Do you know who it was?"

"No. But she had jet black fur and green eyes."

"Ah. That would be Addison." He swung his face towards me, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped.

"You KNOW her?" I chuckled to myself.

"Jake, while you were off doing your thing yesterday, the most interesting thing happened…"

Sandler

Trace and I were going on all of the rides together. I thought I was going to puke, to be honest. Four corndogs, a turkey leg, two bags of cotton candy and three slurpies will do that to ya. Turns out I missed my human food. You can only have so much antlered protein. Even though it was a blast, and I loved festivals, one thing stuck in my mind the whole time. Throughout the day I had been trying to ask Trace…why did Addison make that face at the sound of Jacob's name? We didn't even meet the guy, and he had been mentioned before. And the look on her face…was she…

I couldn't even bear to think of it. "Uh, Trace?" He was flirting with some hot blonde twins. They sounded like they were from Sweden or someplace like that.

"So, ladies. You two come here often?" he said in a voice what I guessed was supposed to be a charming. They just looked at each other and giggled. Either they didn't speak any English, or they were total bimbos. I huffed loudly in frustration, to no avail. He was still talking to them. And by that I mean to their tits. Finally, I yanked him by the hood of his jacket and dragged him away.

"Dude, what the hell? I was layin' some major ground work!" he yelled, glaring at me.

"Yeah, I can tell they miss you not being over there," I gestured with my head, where they were meeting up with their blonde foreign boyfriends.

"Well, damn," he said, shoulders slumping.

"It's OK, bro," I said, giving him a slap on the back. "They aren't worth it, man. They're just girls anyway."

"Yeah, you're right…" he said sadly, turning around and walking the opposite way of the teenie-waisted ladies. "So, what did you wanna talk to me about?" I followed him, walking on his right side.

"It's about Addison." He rolled his eyes at me.

"You say girls don't matter, and here you are asking me about the woman you are absolutely obsessed with."

"Shut the fuck up, dude, you don't even know what I'm gonna say!"

"Bro," he said, pausing while sticking his hands in his jacket pockets. "I know you. I can tell how you feel about her. I might not be so lucky with it myself, but I understand love. And I know when something's goin' on." I felt my ears get hot. Could he tell that easily?

"So…," I said, trying to break the awkward silence. "What's the deal with this Jacob guy?" He took a deep intake of breath, and then hissed it out, watching the steam hit the cold air. After a pause, he looked at me and asked

"You really wanna know?"

"Yes." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

"All right. Addy snuck out the other night, and she woke me up when she came back home. When I asked what she was up to, she said that she had seen another werewolf, which had been Jacob. Or so I think anyway. She was talking about him and…dude, I think she's in love."

No. It can't be. How can this happen? Why would this happen to me? "How is that possible…?"

"I don't know, man. Love at first sight, I guess."

It seemed that time had slowed down, everything moving at half the speed it should have, and yet leaving a blur. Every sound I heard was at an eerie echo. After all these years of feeling this overwhelming love. And now it was all crashing to an end. A pain formed in my chest, as if someone had put a gun to my heart and fired away. My mind was deteriorating along with the rest of me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to die. The pain…it was stronger than every horrible memory I've ever had combined. I felt something deep within me shut down. I don't know what it was. But everything I've ever lived for was gone.

Xavier

I grabbed a cigarette I'd been stashing behind my ear and lit up. Hands in my pockets, I wandered aimlessly through the festival. It was pretty cool. I'd even bought myself a pretty cool hat. Giants flat-brim. I had just passed a corn-on-the-cob kiosk when I spotted Trace and Sandler. I nodded towards them, but Sandler was staring out into space like nothing was even there, and Trace was snapping his fingers by his ears, trying to get him to come to. I walked up and clapped a hand on Trace's shoulder. "Hey there, culo." I greeted, looking at Sandler. "What's up with him?"

"Nothin'. Just suffering heartbreak."

"Ah," I said, taking a drag from my cig. "He looks like shit."

"Yeah," he agreed, nodding solemnly.

"Hey, I know what'll make him feel better."

"What?"

"I know a place. C'mon." The other night, while Sandler and Seth and the others were playing video games, I had discovered a sweet club. Sandy looked like he needed some burn in his belly. We maneuvered through the crowds and crowds of people until we approached After Life, my new favorite place. We stepped in, immediately consumed by the low bass beating against us. I closed my eyes for a couple seconds and felt it against my skin. Behind me, Trace was looking around curiously, Sandler staring at the floor. "Bar's this way!" I shouted over the thrum of the music, leading the way towards the granite countertop. I hopped up on a bar stool, gesturing to the seats next to me. "Climb aboard, mates." They took a seat too as I flagged down the bartender. "I'll take a shot of Tequila," I said, laying down bills I had won in a pool game. "My black-haired friend here will have a Jagermeister." I pointed my thumb at Trace.

"What's up with that one?" The gruff man pointed to Sandler with one hand, scratching his gray goatee with the other.

"Love issues, I believe, Maurice. What're ya gonna do?"

"He looks like shit."

"Yeah," me and Trace agreed.

"He'll have a J.D." The man nodded, going to get the drinks.

"There we go!" I said merrily to Sandler. "Good ole Jack will pick you up!" Sandler had yet to say anything since I had seen him at the fest.

A shot for Sandy, Trace, and I later, I was feeling pretty good, and apparently so was Trace.

"Hey, bro, hot brunette, 5 o'clock," he elbowed me, gesturing at a long-haired girl with a mini skirt that didn't quite cover up her ass.

"Go get her, horn-dog!" I said, howling at him as he went to go impress the little lady. Me, however. I was ready for some billiards. Not to mention some money. "Hey, Sand, wanna go shoot some pool?" He apoke for the first time.

"Nah, man," he said to me. And then "Hit me again, Maurice."

I went to the pool hall to take a look. I saw a group of motorcycle guys. They were big, but usually pretty stupid. Game time. I smiled, and put on my innocent voice.

"Hey, guys! Whatcha playin'?" The burly men looked at me and sneered.

"Pool, little man. What the hell does it look like?" One with a long ass beard grumbled.

"Pool, huh? I've never played before. Mind teaching me how it's done?"

"Look, son. Shouldn't you be with your mammy or somethin'?" A huge guy with an eye patch growled.

"Aw, come on, fellas! I'm just trying to have a little fun! Come on, teach me how to play!"

"Well, I don't see why not," said the one with leather pants. "Crusher, wadaya think?"

"Whatever. Let's play," Beardy replied.

"Gee, thanks!" I said. Morons, I thought.

"Now ya see, boy, the key is to have a strong, yet accurate hit," lectured a man with a beer gut and Aviators.

"Yeah, mister, I get what you're sayin'," I said absentmindedly, not really paying attention, just waiting for step 2. Finally, when they were done "teaching" me, I said

"Mind letting me take a shot, sir?"

"Sure, kid," Beer Belly replied. "Go nuts." I leaned down, and hit the cue ball low, so that it would bounce up, which led to it hitting Beardy in his huevos.

"Woops. Sorry, there mister. I'm not too good at this pool stuff."

"That's all right, son. Here, lemme show ya," Leather Butt said, making a hit.

"Oh, OK. Let me see the bat."

"It's a pool stick," Pirate Pete retaliated.

"Yeah, sure," I said, making a hit. "Wow! I'm getting better!" I said, ramping up my enthusiasm. "Say you guys, how about we make this a little more interesting." The gang exchanged glances.

"What're ya sayin, boy?" Pirate Pete growled.

"Well, I have $400 bucks here that my mom gave me to spend. Y'all play me in a round. If you guys win, you get a hundred each. And if I win, if that's even possible! You each give me 100." They again looked at each other. I could read their expressions of 'Is this kid stupid?' Step 2 was falling perfectly into place. They all pulled a hundred out and laid it on a beer table, as I did with mine.

"You break, Crush," Beer Belly said.

Beardy broke, and the game began. Time to unleash the power of my pool-playing elbow. All the way across the felt. Two balls at once. Behind the back. Jump a solid and hit a stripe. Pretty brutal of a game, with them still having four solid balls untouched. "Great game, you guys! I'll take my money now!"

"No way, little punk!" Leather Butt roared, his face turning an interesting purple color "You hustled us!"

"Yeah? And what the fuck you plan on doin' about it?" I said, kiss-ass voice long-gone. I scooped up my money and theirs, ran a few feet. "See ya bitches," I grinned, thrusting my hips at them before taking off again. I heard deafening roar of big angry bikers behind me, but come on. Can't catch me, I'm the Mexican Man.

My giddiness was cut short when I smelt the abnormally strong scent of sweet vinegar.

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