J(pov)

I paced up and down my tiny garage while Quil sat on the floor and Embry sat on the hood of the rabbit.

I didn't get it. How could they be sitting there doing nothing after what just happened?

Embry was the first to talk. "Man, Jake. That was rough. But I have to say, we all knew this girl is trouble. Maybe this is for the better." He said quietly.

I turned around in lightning speed and grabbed him by his shirt collar. "How could this be for the best?" I yelled, shaking him back and forth trying to get some wit back into him.

"The love of my life just walked out on me. If you see something positive in that than Please, Do tell."

"Jake ." yelled Quil. Who was on his feet just as fast as me. "Jake." he said softly "let him go."

I looked at Quil, Embry and then at my hands. My knuckles where turning white from the death grip they had on Embry's collar.

I slowly let go of him. "I'm sorry." I said quietly. I slid down the wall landing on the floor with a soft thud and grabbed my face in my hands.

It was silent for a while until Embry came and sat next to me. "Dude, I understand. Il get Quil and we will come back later. I'm guessing now is not a good time. You need to be alone for a while." I looked up and gave him a grateful glance. He smiled weakly and stood up. They where just about to step out of the garage when Quil turned around and said "us we'll cover your patrol. If you need anything just tell." And with that they were gone.

I leaned on the wall and closed my eyes. As always Bella's smiling face dance across my closed eyelids.

Now that I was alone my mind had the chance to wander and I had to grab my stomach as the waves of pain hit me one by one.

I can't believe she acted like that Bella never got that mad. And all because of that stupid diary.

The diary…

A picture I have come to be familiar with flashed through my mind. And I felt a different kind of pain in my stomach. Not a pain really. But like some kind of tug deep in my gut.

The feeling no the need to know what was written in that book hit me like a pile of bricks.

I stood up and wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand. Not thoroughly surprised that they where moist.

I crept silently across the land. I opend the back door, winching as it creecked loudly.

God I felt like some loser who was trying to act like James bond. I slightly smiled at the thought. I stalked past the kitchen and the living room. I stopped when I arrived at the hallway. I could hear my dad snoring the roof off and I knew that he wouldn't wake up until morning.

I slowly breathed in and out. Only now I noticed that the tug in my gut turned into a burning in vines I had to know what Is written in there. I felt as if I would explode if I didn't. why did I feel this way. What was written in there that my conscious was practically screaming at me to read.

I tiptoed into my dad's bed room and closed the door behind me. I skimmed the room looking for the book. One thing that was good about being a werewolf is the heightened senses. And there it was, sticking out from under my dad's pillow. I hesitantly walked towards the bed and slowly slipped my hand under the pillow.

Dad's eyes fluttered and I froze. But the only thing he did was mumble something even I couldn't understand and turned to his left. I let out the air I was holding. I grabbed the book and made a mad man dash to my room. I sat on my bed, my heart thumping like mad as I stared at the piece of wood and leather in my hand.

I flipped off my shoes and leaned on my elbow while my palm rested on my cheek.

With shaky hands I opened the book, carefully flipping through the parts that my dad already read.

Here we go. I thought.

I smiled as I watched my people go through their daily process. I walked slowly, enjoying the peace and harmony that seemed to radiate from everyone.

I smiled as well. That would be something that I never have. Peace. My smiled dimmed a little so I kept reading.

I stopped in my tracks as a group of children ran around and through my legs. Giggling to them self's as they chased each other's heels.

A whistle interrupted my internal babbling. It wasn't just a regular whistle. It was a loud starling eco that cut the air as if with a knife.

I froze. I know that whistle too. It was the whistle the pack used to let each other know we arrived. I quickly started reading again. Eger to see what it was used for back then.

I knew that sound only meant one thing. They where back.

What? Who are they?

They emerged from the forest as if they melted out of the trees them self's. They where a group of about twenty to twenty five men, All of them tall and lean with big biceps and triceps and a whole lot of other 'ceps.

So these guys where buff and a group and they used the same whistle as us? Could they be the first pack? I had to find out.

And that's when all hell broke loose.

The women of the tribe, mostly mothers and wives, broke into a sprint. Hurling them self's at the warriors that have come home.

Warriors…..warriors …. Oh! They where spirit warriors. I didn't know why but that didn't make me feel less anxious to find out what's going on.

My father, the chief approached them with a steady stroll and a proud grin smeared on his face.

The people that surrounded the group split in half; making him a path strait to them. He came to a stop in front of the leader and put his hand on his shoulder.

"My sons." His powerful voice filled the air, dripping the pride that seeped through his eyes.

So wait they are werewolf's? I don't get it. An Maria sure isn't helping with the whole mysteries attitude.

Of course they weren't really his sons. It was a figure of speech. The tribe used it on each other as a sign of respect. It symbolized the fact that we are all one big family.

ohhhhhh

"In my name I welcome you all back home, back to your families and your people. Where you belong. We are truly grateful for what you do and are honored to call you one of us." He said.

Wow. I wondered if the tribe in the present would have acted this way if they knew.

Jonathan, the leader nodded like the rest of them. "It's good being home." He said smiling.

I made a mantel note to myself to remember to search what we know about Jonathan.

And with that the group departed. each of them running back to their loved ones. This is a truly good start for the day. I thought as I watched from the side lines as the events unfolded.

Suddenly a huge pair of hands grabbed the sides of my waist and gave them a big squeeze. I shrieked and spun on my heel, and in front of me stood my two best friends. Randel and Gabriel. Well I can't really call it standing since they where practically rolling on the floor while roars of laughter erupted from their chests. I let out a huff at their childish behavior but couldn't help the smile that was slowly creeping on my face. What can I say their laugh is contages.

I smiled. They sound just like Quil and Embry.

Just when I was about to continue reading a creek form down the hall made me sit up. Oh shit my dad was waking up. I took one last longing look at the book before sprinting silently down the hall and slipping it under my dad's pillow. I raced back to my room and laid down pretending I was asleep. My door opened loudly and I heard two wheels move in. I heard my dad sigh before speaking.

"Jake if only your mom was here. She'd be proud, I know she would." He said with a small smile. I tried my hardest not to wince as the pain tried to choke me. As soon as he was out a tear escaped my eye. I sniffed and looked up at the ceiling. Just when I thought my life was going the way I wanted, everything had to come crashing down. I swear my life was like a never ending April fools day.

I could hear everything around me. Everything from the receipts being printed at the local store to the rain drops hitting the garage roof, sometimes I wish that I was normal. But how can you tell that to your family when they tell you you're special and important? All I wanted was to get through high school so that I could be a mechanic, but no just before the end of my sophomore year I turn into a werewolf. And now Bella, the only one who made me feel like my self again is gone. I cried myself to sleep while hopping that it was possible to die from emotional pain, if so how come I haven't died yet?