Charlotte POV
Peter and I ran back home after going to Seattle for a while. I'd been thirsty but he told me I couldnt hunt in Forks. As we ran back I knew my eyes would be changing back to red, from the black they'd been earlier. I wondered what Kate was hunting, she always went off into the woods and when she came back her eyes would be amber, they'd been lightening every time she went out into the forest. Well, what ever it is there must be lots, there seemed to be loads of trees everywhere, even surrounding the house. Peter opened the door and we both stepped inside. I loved this place as soon as I first came in. There was the porch, where we hung up our coats, which then lead into the living room, off to the right was a doorway into a large kitchen, to the left was the staircase which lead upstairs. Up there was 2 bedrooms, a study and a bathroom. I sat down on the sofa and Peter came and sat beside me, smiling. He only ever smiled around me... and when the others weren't looking.
'Feeling better now?' he asked me
'Much better... thanks' I paused... 'Why cant we hunt in Forks? Is it because it's so small?'
'No... that's not the reason, although it could be one, no, the reason is because the wolves dont like it'
'Wolves?' I didnt like the sound of this, I tenced.
'Charlotte, dont worry, they wont hurt us... unless you agrivate them, but mostly they stay on the reservation, La Push'
'Oh...' I still didnt untence
'Char, really, dont worry' He said to me softly, trying to get me to relax, even using the name he'd given me to try to help... it worked though... if only he didnt look so... amazingly... no, I shouldnt think that... but I couldnt help it, I liked him... and I was pretty sure he liked me back... but I was always too shy to ask him... incase I was wrong. I didnt want to be though...