Twilight and all its cool characters belong to lucky lady Ms. Stephenie Meyers.

To answer the question where I came up with the name les chasseurs, it actually means the hunters in French. Once upon a time a few years back I used to be fluent in the language. A lot of it has faded from my memory from lack of use, but when I started this story I remembered the name, and it fit too well. Thus Les Chasseurs were born!

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Jake's heat trailed behind me, reminding me of his proximity to me.

I lead him to the sunroom, and told him I'd be right back. As I left the room I saw him trying to get comfortable on a wicker chair that was obviously too small for him.

Just the thought of Jake here, in this house made me smile as I took the stairs two at a time. He was still larger than life here, but I felt like he belonged here just as much as I did. I only hoped that he felt as strongly about me as I did for him.

I have never been much of a risk taker, but that had changed, hadn't it. And anyways, I knew the moment I looked into his wolf's eyes he was worth the risk. Jake was worth any risk in my eyes.

It was insane, but I was completely in love with that man, wolf, whatever he was. It didn't matter. He was it, the only man I'd ever want. I knew it inside how true the words were as I thought them. A chill ran down my spine, and I suddenly yearned to be near his heat again.

I rummaged through the boxes in Aunt Mary's room as quickly as possible. With a triumphant smile I pulled what I had been looking for out of the overstuffed cardboard box. I silently thanked God that I hadn't let my mother take these boxes to the Salvation Army yet.

I jogged back downstairs and to the sunroom. Sitting where I had left him, Jake was hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees. Once again the ripple of muscles that played down his chest and stomach distracted me as I tried to speak. "Hey, umm… here."

I gave up and tossed the oversized gym shorts and t-shirt in his general direction. He smiled at my discomfort, and red cheeks. "Are you trying to tell me that my lack of clothing embarrasses you?"

I turned to give him the privacy to pull on the shorts and t-shirt, hot heat flooding my face. Then whispered under my breath. "You have no idea."

I should have known he would hear it as he began laughing. I turned to face him with an attempted look of scorn on my face. In reality the flush probably just made me look more embarrassed.

And any anger vanished as I took in his still way too underdressed form. The black shorts were too tight, and matched the skin tight white t-shirt that might as well be invisible. I sighed and walked into the room, taking a seat directly across from Jake in a twin wicker chair.

"Better?" He asked as he ran his hand up and down his body before hunching over in the chair again.

I nodded, and then quickly changed the subject. "So a wolf huh?"

"Werewolf." I looked up to his eyes and found there was a slight pride in them.

"Where you born this way or did you get bit or something?" I figured that was as good a place as any to start.

"It's kinda a long story." Jake warned as he bent forward more, I could feel the heat again pouring off his brown skin.

"The cable's been out since I got here, I've got nothing but time."

Jake laughed at this. "Well if the cable's out…"

…

Over the last hour Jake has told me everything about him and his 'pack'. It's surreal, and fascinating. I have literally been on the edge of my seat listening quietly.

When he told me about Bella and the Cullens I finally understood what the pain in his eyes was about. I reached over and held his hand as he finished the story; telling me of how the girl he loved got married and became one of those filthy monsters. Then he told me how he had moved down to Portland because it hurt too much to be where she once was.

Even though it should have made me insanely jealous I couldn't find it in me to be. I just wanted to make him feel better, and when he looked at me, I thought he might be.

Then the shocker of all shocks came when he began talking about imprints. So far he has told me of how strong Sam and Emily's love was that he left Leah. I am amazed that love like that exists, yet looking in his eyes I could believe it. He was just telling me about all the different love stories in his pack, when I realized it. Jake is the only one who has not imprinted. I was about to ask him about it when I heard the noise.

It was a hollow rumbling, a very familiar noise. Jake heard it too as he stares at my stomach. "Sorry, I forgot you were hungry earlier."

Still in slight amazement of his stories I just nodded my head.

"What've you got for food here?" He asked as he stands up and reaches for my hand. I accepted his warm hand in my now chilly one.

As hot as it was just the short distance in Portland, here In Washington the weather seems to pay no attention to the fact that it's summer. The warmer weather of earlier today has given way to a chilly windy night.

"Umm, oatmeal." I had completely forgotten that in my attempt to try out my newfound strength and destiny I had forgone food shopping.

Jake looked at me waiting for me to continue with the list. "That's it, just oatmeal."

Jake looked at me with mock horror, and groaned.

I laughed at this, and reached into one of the drawers pulling out a stack of papers. "But I do know where the takeout menus are."

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Another hour later we were eating our pizza at the kitchen table, and Jake was staring at me. I began fidgeting with the slice in my hand.

"Do I have something on my face?" My free hand wiped furiously at the skin around my mouth.

Jake shook his head, smile in place. "No, but don't think I'm forgetting about your explanation."

I nodded my head, and shoved half the pizza slice into my mouth. That bought me and my nerves about another thirty seconds. He raised his eyebrows and laughed at my childish maneuver.

When I had finally swallowed I sheepishly glanced at him. "What? I'm getting there… I'm just really hungry."

"Sure, sure. Like you, I've got time." He reached for another slice and smiled a calm sly smile in my direction before eating almost the entire slice at once. It was a good thing that we had ordered two pizzas, because Jake had near devoured one in less time than I had gotten through my first piece. The boy could really put his food away.

I ate two more slices after that, and Jake made sure there were no leftovers. Watching him eat was amazing, but not surprising when you considered how big he really was.

I watched in silence as the last piece disappeared from the box and from sight in a matter of seconds.

He smiled contently and downed the remainder of his coke.

"You good?" He asked eying my smile.

"Uh-huh, how bout you? Will that hold you over, or should I order a few dozen more?" I did my best to keep a straight face, but a smile cracked through.

Again the mock horror appeared on his face before he began laughing. "Sure, sure. You laugh, but you try being a giant wolf for a day, see how hungry you get."

I calmed my laughing down at this. "Okay, so I guess it's my turn huh?"

Jake nodded, now anxious as he leaned in closer across the table.

I took a deep breath and began. "Well your people aren't the only ones with legends. Have you ever heard of Les Chasseurs?"