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Anyway, So Bella just left Sam on the front step because Jake hurt him...After I posted this i realized how stupid leaving Sam unconscious was... Deal with it. I'll work it out! (:

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Bella:

I didn't really think. I just left Sam lying on the porch because i knew i couldn't deal with Sam's injuries alone. I darted down the road to Embry's house, just because it was exactly 18 houses down the block from Sam and Emily's cottage.

I remember when Embry counted the houses on the day after he's phrased. I had told him that if he needed anything he could just come and get me because we lived so close. He had come back the next day, completely fine, and told me that we lived eighteen houses away from each other. I had given him a strange look and wondered why anyone would care about the exact number, but I guess that's Embry for you.

Anyway, I was close enough to his house that I could read the words on the mat outside his front door, but I didn't go and stand on it and knock. I crept to the side of the house I knew Embry's window was on. I noticed that it was open, and I took a step back and jumped clean through his window without a sound. I dusted myself off, pleased with my gracefulness and stealth: two words that wouldn't have been connected to my name before I shifted.

"I knew you'd figure out who the real man was." Embry whispered in a fake seducing voice, winking at me.

I jumped and glanced over at the bed, "Get out of bed." I whisper, "Sam's hurt."

Embry attempts to get out of bed so quickly that his feet gets tangles in his blankets and he falls to the ground with a thud, "What? How?" He asks, rather loudly for a conversation in the middle of the night.

"Keep it down!" I hiss stepping towards the window, "Let's go." I slide out of the window feet first, landing the cushiony lawn with a soft thud. I turn around and start walking back towards the house. I've only taken a couple steps when I hear Embry jump out the window.

"So what happened?" Embry pants, struggling to keep up with me.

"I'll tell you later." I reply as I'm climbing up the steps and bending beside Sam, "Help me carry him in."

Embry and I do carry him into the house doing this awkward shuffle thing. We drop him on Emily's blue couch. Embry looks up at me with a question on his lips, breathing hard, "Now what?"

I look down at Sam's face, his russet skin, his short black hair, his big and bushy eyebrows, and his mouth that is normally curled into a smile, just for me. I moan and press my hands onto his face. How could I let something like this happen to him? I just couldn't believe that Jake would hurt Sam; his alpha! I don't understand why Jake reacted the way he did! It wasn't like Sam would hurt me! I mean, we're cousins, best friends, and sibling! We protect each other. I would die for him and I'm pretty sure he'd take a bullet for me. Jake and I were going to have a serious talk about boundaries.

"Now you can explain exactly what's going on."

Embry and I slowly turn our heads to look at the doorway leading to the bedrooms: Emily in her house coat, worry written on her face. "Sam got hurt." I respond.

"How?" Emily asks frantically, running to Sam's side, "What happened? Was it the vampires?"

"No," I respond, "He just got into a little fight with Jake." I walk into the kitchen and pull a couple ice packs out of the freezer. I gently place them on Sam's chest, "He's just a little bruised. When I first seen him I thought he broke his neck, he's fine." I assure. Emily assesses him and smiles.

Emily narrows her eyes suspiciously at me, "Wait, what were you doing outside at midnight with Jacob Black, young lady?"

I blush and look down at Sam's unconscious face, "It doesn't matter." I mumble, "We should deal with Sam."

Emily waves her hand, "Oh, he's fine." I'm shocked at how she can wave this off. I mean, Sam's her imprint! "He just has a couple broken ribs. He'll be perfectly fine in an hour."

"But...but he's unconscious!"

"He's healing, dear." Emily says, looking down at Sam's face, "You werewolves don't get injured very easily. You're just being protective of him."

"Wait," Embry finally speaks up, "you're telling me that Bella dragged me out of bed at..." He looks over at the grandfather clock on the far side of the room near the kitchen, "One in the fucking morning just so I could help drag Sam in from the front step because she," He jabs at me, "thought he was dying or some shit?"

"Language." Emily instructs sternly.

"I thought he was hurt!" I growl, crossing my arms over my chest, "And if you don't shut up Sam isn't going to be the only one unconscious tonight."

Embry rolls his eyes, "Stop flirting with me, sweetheart." He wiggles his eyebrows at me suggestively, "I know I'm hot, but you got to stop staring. Jake's going to think you've got a crush on me."

I actually growl at him, a deep throaty noise that I've never heard come out of my mouth before, "Don't call me that!"

"You know you like it!" He taunts, "You're just mad you imprinted on Jake instead of me!"

"Speaking of Jake," Emily speaks up, "Where were you tonight?"

I shake my head at her, "Shut up!" I scream at Embry, but I suppose it's at Emily too.

"Yeah, Belly," Embry cries, dancing around the living room, "What were you doing? Kissing?"

"It's none of your business!" I snarl, leaping over the couch, trying to tackle Embry.

"I'm too fast for you!"

I pick up an ice pack off of Sam's chest and throw it as hard as I can at Embry. I miss, but the ice pack shatters inches away from his head. Embry actually screams.

"Enough!" Emily's up in a flash, her small arms thrown up like a barricade between Embry and me. Embry and I look at each other and he waggles his eye brows at me. I lunge; flying past Emily, and smack Embry into the wall with a thud. We're on the ground rolling around. I bring a hand up to punch Embry in the nose, but he clenches my fist. "Nice try, Izzy Belly." I bring my legs up and kick him in the back, a priceless look of surprise flashing over his face before he falls off of me.

Meanwhile, Emily's standing a few feet away from us screaming her head on, "Stop it right now, you two rock heads! Get off her, Embry! That's enough!"

I stand up and warily look at Embry. His face is in the carpet and he appears to be unconscious. I take a slow deliberate step away from him, but before I can even register his hand on my ankle my face is already shushed into the carpet. Embry climbs on top of my back and begins wrenching at my hair. I'm screaming my head off and swearing at Embry like a trucker with words that would make Paul proud.

"Stop it!"

Embry and I freeze, and glance towards the couch. Sam's sitting up with a deep angry scowl set on his face. His arms are crossed over his chest. I glance over him looking for injuries, but doesn't look like he's in pain; he just looks mad.

"Ahhh...Hey, Sam..." Embry trails off. He gets off me, and leans against the wall. I stick my tongue out at him before standing up.

"Embry get out of my house." Sam tells him firmly. I smile and stick my tongue put at him. Serves him right.

"Wipe that smile off your face, Isabella Maria Uley Swan!" Sam snaps at me, "You have some explaining to do."

Embry winks at me before slamming the door. I envy him. I have to listen to Sam and Emily give me hell while he can just walk out the door like it's none of his fault, but I suppose the first part isn't.

"Well, what do you want me to say?" I cry, throwing my hands up in the air, "I was outside with Jake and he got mad. End of story."

"There's more to it." Sam gets up and walks out the door.

Emily and I sit in an awkward silence. I can feel her eyes on me for a few minutes before she musters the courage to speak, "Did you and Jake have a fight?"

I work my jaw and clench my fists, "Yeah."

"Why?"

I snarl at her, "Because he hurt Sam!"

Emily jumps a little bit and looks at the ground, "Don't you love Jake?"

"Of course!" I say automatically. I mean, he's Jake. I guess i never really thought about what would've happened if I hadn't imprinted. Would I have met another boy and fallen in love? Would I love Jake if i hadn't imprinted on him, anyway? I didn't know that answer and it was impossible to find out.

"Yeah, but you always pick Sam over him, Bella."

"I'm not in love with Sam, Emily!" I never really thought of Sam that way. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy, but to me, he's more like my brother or even father.

"No, no!" Emily blushes, "I know it's not like that, but you always seem to put Jake last. I know your just getting used to having Jake around, but just try to make him feel like he's actually wanted." Wow. Emily sure does seem to know a lot.

"He is wanted." I reply, staring right into Emily's eyes, making her flinch, "And I do love him, but that doesn't mean we're not going to get mad at each other, Emily! Just because I imprinted on Jake doesn't mean I can't be friends with anyone else!"

Emily frowns, "I know, but just give Jake some of your attention, okay? We don't know how long it's going to be before..." Emily trails off and shuts her mouth. She gives me a look that says 'I'm not saying anything else'

"What do you mean?" I ask anyway, even though I know she's not going to tell me.

"You'll have to ask Sam." She says getting up quickly and going into the kitchen. I hear pots banging and I know she's upset: She always cooks when something's troubling her.

I slump on the couch. It just wasn't fair. I never asked for this. I didn't want to be a wolf. I didn't want to be a witch. I didn't even want to be Bella anymore. My life is over, and it wasn't anyone's fault but my own. I lie to everyone. I just can't speak the truth, and somewhere deep in my mind I think it's easier to tell someone a lie than the hard truth. I think I'm protecting them.

I lied to Charlie about why I was moving out. I left with no explanation; just that I was moving to La Push to live with a friend. I wanted him to fight for me. I wanted him to ask me what was going on, so I could let the truth rip its self out of my body. I wanted Charlie to come running out of the house and hold me in his arms, but when I drove away with Sam i could see him watching me drive away: he let me go.

And then before I left my father I left my mother too. I remember getting on the plane by myself. I just felt so deserted; before my mother met Phil it had just been my mother and I. We relied on each other, but when Phil came along i slowly got pushed out of the center of my mother's life, and pretty soon she didn't want to come to my piano recital: she wanted to go to Phil's baseball games.

Everyone seems to like to play that same game: Pretend to love Bella and then leave her.

I'm shaking, so I leave the house and go out into the night I see Sam standing by the tree line of the forest with clenched fists and my box in his hands. I slowly approach him, "Sam?"

Sam turns around and holds the chest, "Don't ever lie to me again, Bella."

"I didn't lie to you." I say, coming to stand beside him, "I just didn't tell you."

Sam's mouth twitches, "It's the same thing." He hands the small wooden box to me, "I want to see what's inside of it."

I shrug, "It's just rocks and stuff."

"Bella..." Sam warns, "Open the chest."

I drop the box and kneel down beside it. I press my hand to the top of it for the second time tonight and just like the first time it opens again with the same blinding flash of light. Sam takes in all of the rocks and weapons. It's the same as it was an hour ago except the thick letter resting on top of everything else. I can feel Sam's hot breath by my ear, "Bella, what is all this stuff?"

I turn my head so I can look at him, and I say the three words that always seem to be on the tip of my tongue, "I don't know."

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