Lycaon Dusk

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Chapter 11: Word of Advice

A gentle cold finger brushed against my nose as the scent frazzle my nose knowing who it was. I slowly open my eyes to a hazy view of a dark shadow. The scent of freesia was familiar as it was drenched in bleach and intoxicating fruity sweet smell. Instinctively scooting closer to Bella form; searching for her warmth that no longer existed. She sighed and embraces me in her form into a hug entwining her fingers through my hair.

"SSHH, Alice informed me. Are you alright?" she whispered. "Hurt anywhere?"

I shook my head no, even though my body was still sore. Bella sigh and set another blanket over me. "Edward told me Jacob imprinted on you. When he told me, I wanted to call but couldn't. It was not my decision. Diana, Jacob is a good guy and we've been friends with him since we were little."

"But that's not it." I whimpered like a dog. "I can't, not after everything. Bella what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, but it's your decision. You know what happens about imprinting than I do?"

She's right. I know more about imprinting than she has does. But I couldn't dare go through it. Not even the pros and cons.

"Bella, I don't want this. I just can't accept it, it's too much."

"Mooney, I know you're not being selfish in anyway. Have you took, any consideration that you wanted this?" Bella said. I was shock staring at her. Did she actually say that? Before I could speak she stops me. "Come on, you know he's hot."

"You didn't just say that?"

"Yes I did. Now why do you avoid this subject?"

"Because it's not meant to be! All this time and now . . . truly someone up there has a thing with me."

"Are you saying it's not meant to be or you're afraid of being hurt?"

"Of course I'm afraid of being hurt. Bella all this time, he felt something and ignored it. I had to deal with the other end. He doubted me, punched me, and treated me like I'm the villain. Friends don't do that to one another. Nearly every conversation was about you. I don't blame you Bella, really. But I just don't feel it, how Emily describes how the imprintee feels. What I see with Renesmee and Clair, no platonic or anything. Not like before, it's like a shield or a glass wall is in between."

Bella sighed scratching her ear out of habit. "I had that same feeling with Edward. When we first started I knew there was something. I couldn't let him in, even though I knew there was some reason he was hiding. Edward is now my life and everything. But you need to follow what you want and be selfish for once. I can't recall any selfish moment you had. You let people have their moment: me with Edward, Alice buying you new clothes when you don't want to be fashionable, Esme kindness, Orion decision, and whatever things are. Take your chances an open door isn't going to stay open. I had seen tabs when you came here. I saw how you fool around with Jake. I knew it wasn't platonic, a chance you maybe for once happy after Uncle Stan died.

"He made you laugh and happy that when I was alone with him, I wanted him to be with you because I love him as a brother. But I assumed you thought of him the same way until the bike accident that you blushed, there was something. I kept a close eye on everything when you two are close. I'm surprised really in how he ignored you when try to gain some simple attention. Diana he's a guy; they'll mess up and make some mistakes. Edward did the same and I forgave him."

I shook my head again, "Belly, I don't want to get hurt. I mean I'm a Lycan… he's a shifter. He can stop phasing and live a normal life…a human life. Even if I did accepted him, he would have to leave his family, leave Billy and Rachel, his home, his pack and brothers, but also his tribe and the obligation that take place. He's next Chief and the tribe won't bless a marriage of a pale face mixed into the blood pool."

That was when I cried; crying in small sniffles while Bella sat up and held me in her arms. This was inedible to these concepts. By god's name, why does the world hate my guts?

"Diana, give him a chances take and it slow. Be friends at least." Bella murmured. "I made things hard on him can you heal the wounds I made?"

Before I could respond she was by the door, "Get some rest you need it."

"Wait, you just came here to tell me go for it?" I asked dumbfounded. "You're joking, who are you and what have you done with Bella?"

Bella chuckled, "I am her but the question is: who are you?"

"What's that supposed to mean? Have you been hanging with Alice again?"

Bella sighs, suddenly in my face, damn vampire speed. "Let your wall's down and . . . be yourself. If not, why not... contact a ghost. Got to go, Jacob scent outside is stinking up the place. Night Diana, see you soon." With that said she kissed my cheek and was gone in a blink of an eye.

I blinked a few times, what just happen? Did my cousin Bella the realistic person said let Jacob into my life, let him imprint on me? Moons name, I truly don't understand her? Well, she is not a military brat and doesn't think the outcome or theory. Hell! She did marry a vampire. I sighed, laying back down and scream into a pillow.

What did she said that Jacob was outside. Instantly by the window peeking through the curtain to see a wolf figure under the window, the silver light exposed a copper tone. Listening to the person mind to hear Jacob thoughts on battering himself in a drowsy debate on what happen today. I sighed, going back to back to bed and stare at a picture of mom. Rubbed my finger over the glass, feeling alone in the concept in understanding boys. Never had the boy talk not even with Dad! When I was dating as a freshman, he would ask who and that was it. And my old friends would be proud of me on getting a boyfriend then went back to making out with their boyfriends. But it was force relationship from others. No one to understand me and who I like. Unlike those movies or books where the mother ask, any cute boys or what's his name?

"Mom, I need your help." I whisper. "I'm so confuse?"

That said, I closed my eyes and let sleep take control.

.o0o.

When I open my eyes I found myself surrounded by a forest on all sides of me. Deep within the depths of pine trees and others covered in moss. I knew I was in Forks. Yes, I was sure of it. By the trees and light rain pouring down in drizzles. But how did I get here, as I look down to see my attire wearing a simple short white dress with a black bow. I turned in circles comprehending my surroundings as well of location. Suddenly a twig snapped from behind me. My senses took control rage stage out while I unsheathed my claws. When I turned around to protect myself only see the person who intruded my space. The instincts too attack faded from mind as I stare at the person I needed.

"Mom," I whispered, to see my mother in a lovely white gown. A smile grew on her face as she stepped closer. "But how?"

"You call for me, needed help on boy advice." She said with a giggle. "Though your father wasn't please when he heard… practically wished he had his shot gun with him and give Jacob some words of advice."

I giggled to her words, remembering how dad was with guys. He was relieved when I broke up with Tom and Mark. I bet he would kill the pack when I made out with them.

"Now, don't need to explains what happen I and the girls been watching you." Luna said.

"The girls?" I asked raising a brow confused on who she's talking to.

"Why of course," mom said. "Ladies, come show yourselves, we need to help our little pup on boy troubles."

Soon four other women came up all dress in white. There was Sarah Black, Grandma Sloan, and Grandma Helen but the fourth woman I never met before. In fact she was pale as snow followed by her hair white in wild curl. For a moment I thought she was a vampire by her golden eyes t then they fade to ocean blue that I gasped, she was me.

"Don't be alarm dear." Sarah said calmly. "This is your wolf. She wanted to be part of this event. Although, she thought a human appearance would make you feel conformable."

"H-Hi," my wolf breathes.

Mom lean close to my ear, "She has problem speaking since she let her instinct in control."

I nodded, "So you all came to help?"

"Yes," Sarah said as she gave me a hug. "You've grown so much, a young lady not a tomboy anymore!"

"Yes, she sure let her hair grow this time." Grandma Helen murmured before she herself gave me a hug. "I wish I had spent proper time with you dear and not wasted in trying to remember the same story."

"Don't be. I love your story on how you and grandpa met." I said as we pull apart. "How is he?"

"He's doing well, misses fishing but he'll suffice. That old goof," Grandma Helen said.

Soon mom took my hand leading me to Grandma Sloan. It's been fourteen years I last saw her. She looked so young. In fact everyone looked young in their thirties or so. Grandma Sloan looked exactly like mom and me, blonde hair, blue eyes, and high cheek bones. He eyes watered when she gave me a hug.

"My sweet little girl, I miss you so much!" Grandma Sloan cried happily. "So long and look exactly like me."

"Yes, but she's name after me, Sloan." Helen included.

"Yes, but her first name is after Drest's sister." Sloan replied.

I stared at my mom confuse which she chuckled, "A huge debate on names with your father while holding to the Lyall customs. If we didn't, you would be name Caledonia. Alright everyone, we didn't come here on names."

With a wave of mom's hand the scenery change to some sunny garden patio with roses, wisteria and cherry blossom bloomed while there petal fall around. The Patio center with a French Tea set on furniture of six chairs. We took a seat as Sarah pours some tea.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"Well, it's not the Garden of Eden." Helen announced.

"You know he wouldn't allow it, Helen." Sloan said.

"Who?" I asked.

"You know my little pup." Mom said handing me a cup of tea. "Cinnamon apple, your favorite?"

I knew who she meant, "I don't know any more mom. Hearing all these cultures: that of Greek mythology, the great spirits and God… I may have lost my religion?"

"It's alright, Diana." Sarah said handing my wolf a glass of tea. She took a sip and purr then drinking it fast. Everyone chuckled at wolfs reaction. "There are things we cannot understand."

"Now, boy troubles," Mom informed when everyone got their tea.

Sarah sighed nodding her head, "Yes. It seems the spirits chosen you to be my sons Imprint. However, it's not imprinting it's a postpone bind."

"Sarah, you knew they would end up together." Luna said.

"Wait, you knew?" I exclaimed.

"Diana Helen Swan, tone." Grandma Helen scolded.

"Sorry Grandma Helen." I mutter. Remember to act like a lady.

Mom and Sarah chuckled, "Of course, Sarah knew of the pack legend the same as Billy when I first came to Fork she figured out I was a werewolf's child. Though I couldn't figure out how?"

"Easy Luna, those dogs, Mr. Lahote had hated paleface but you gave one look and growl like an animal and they coward away." Sarah said.

"I thought you know how to control your glare, Luna." Grandma Sloan said.

"I did mother, but really Mr. Lahote needed to teach those dogs their place." Luna defended then sighed. "Back to the point, Jacob imprinted on you. Sarah and I knew it was going to happen after the picnic, when you bumped into each other. It was how you stared at one another. Your eyes actually flicker gold for a moment and I knew you saw your soul fragment."

"Yes, later Jacob nonstop talking about you and I knew there was something." Sarah added.

"Do you remember when they share a bed together after a mud fight?" Luna asked Sarah.

"Oh, she slaughtered him good." Sarah said as she pulled out a picture out of nowhere and gave it to my grandmothers. They boomed in laughter, and then handed it to me. I took a look while my wolf leaned over. It was Jacob and me on the porch at the Black's residents. Jacob and I were about eight. I was partly covered in mud from my feet to my knees while splutter over the top and he was one hundred percent cover in mud. My wolf gave a barky laugh while I giggled.

"That was all in the past, but why does this happen? I don't understand how we can be meant to be together when I'm not good enough?" I whisper.

"Dear, you are better than any woman out there." Sloan said.

"Yes, even my granddaughter Isabella doesn't deserve him." Helen added.

"Not helping," I muttered. "Can someone give me their advice because, I'm afraid."

"Diana, I now my son been a pain but he's confuse just like you." Sarah spoke out. "If I was still alive, I would help more easily and had you over and let time take it's told on love. Let it nurture and encouragement. Now understanding the problem of your curse we understand."

"But Diana, I haven't seen you selfish for a long time." Luna said as she took my hand. "Honey, I've been watching over you since my death and you haven't done anything for yourself. Your father encourage you to go shopping or when traveling force you to get a souvenir. Even the boys you dated were out of blind date your friends."

"Mom," I protested how did she know?

"Also your hair, really Diana if Leah hadn't phase; I would have haunt you and cut your hair myself." Grandma Helen announced that my wolf snickered, though she glared at her. "Watch it mutt, even though you're my granddaughter as well, doesn't mean I won't give you a flee bath."

Whoa, serious grandmother on board. Shaking that I shudder, "I know. But I don't know if I should let him or not. I had a crush but I can't take him away from what opportunity he has. He's next chief of the Quileute tribe, an alpha of his own pack, Billy, the twins, La Push, a chance he can go back to a normal life once he stops phasing."

My wolf agreed in whimpers, rubbing her head on my shoulder, by impulse I rubbed her head.

"I know, but the purpose of imprinting is more than that." Sarah said. "When Billy imprinted on me, I thought; I wasn't perfect for him. I was a starving artist spending time in my studio painting. Even though I was a granddaughter to Quil Atera the second, I wasn't special. He could have any woman but he tried everything to go on a date. Nearly bought my paintings and told others about my work. So I gave him a chance and you know what happen."

"What! Billy imprinted on you?" But how was Billy able to imprint?

"Oh, like a wolf child, a shifter's kin can't phase holds some ability that of imprinting." Sarah answered.

"Still love at true sight." Grandma Sloan sighed like a school girl shot by cupids bow. "I remember how I met my Drest."

"You never did mother." Luna said.

"Oh, it was a long time ago. I was on a college exchange program to study abroad in Scotland. My roommates were invited to some party for the first week of the holidays. I was designated driver so I kept drinking coke when Mr. Tall, mysterious and handsome came up and asked for a dance. I felt this connection to him that we dance the night away. His husky voice swoon me as we talk. Until one of his friends decided to pull a joke by tying a mistletoe over us. Before I saw it he kissed me for fun. Though who knew one simple peck could feel like fireworks.

"After we pulled apart he curse and spoke in Gallic, cursing at his friends. I felt ashamed that I grabbed my drunkard mates back to the apartment and cried the night away. It wasn't a week later at the pub on a Friday that he looked like he came from a fight and asks for my help. I cleaned his cut and soon he was kissing me again. And told me I was a part of his soul."

"Alright Juliet, heel girl," Helen muttered.

"Oh and how did you and Geoffrey tie the knot?" Sloan challenge.

"We were neighbors and best friend. As the say love grows. Not Shakespeare romance. Truly I would never consider finding love by a kiss, but that of trust, friendship and commitment. Now Luna, I know you're not like that?"

"No Helen, I don't hold Juliet kiss of love at first sight, but I did infatuated Stanley quite well. Who knew a single glance could distract any man, and Stan was a lucky catch."

"Mom, please tell me it wasn't a one night stand?" I begged.

"Of course not! It was always coincidence we kept bumping into each other till he had the guts to ask for a cup of coffee." Luna said. I sigh of relief. "Who would ever thought, it would take four months for me to love a man."

"Anyway, what am I suppose to do with my problem? I don't want to get hurt by him . . . I just don't have much trust."

"Diana, Jacob wouldn't hurt you, even if he tried." Sarah assured. "Now, if I was still alive I would kick his butt for being a jerk and smack him to kingdom come for hitting you. But he's a guy, a boy, not a complete man."

"I say keep a friendship with the boy, wait and see what comes ahead." Grandma Helen said. "Also keep a metal baseball bat with you, just in case he had any idea."

"Pepper spray might work bettered," Grandma Sloan added. "On my part I say go for it. He's a looker and is loaded. He already resign being chief when he decided to be a wolf than human."

I stared at Sarah for her advice, "It's your decision. However I want you two close, a postpone bind may give you the option on life but it will hurt him if you refuse him. I don't want my boy to feel any more pain. He already had enough."

So Sarah said go for it as well as Grandma Sloan. Grandma Helen said take it slow and be friends. I stare at mom for her advice. She smiled.

"I say be selfish for once and take what is given to you. Jacob is a good boy and he'll help your wolf as well." She said that my wolf whimpered. "You both completed each other."

I stared at my wolf on her advice as she took my hand, "Ja- cob. We meant . . . to be. Ours. . Choice. You happy . . . not . . . me."

"You don't feel hurt from everything that has happen?" Shock by her words.

She nodded, "Kick . . . ass later."

Instantly everyone laughed at her statement, then took a sip of tea.

"Guess I'll take it slow." I mumbled rubbing my neck sheepishly.

"Honey, can you do us a favor?" Luna said which I nodded. "You don't truly understand, so until the next full moon do not talk to him or any communication."

"That's impo-"

"No, it is. By the next full moon you'll understand." She said.

I blink and everyone was gone other than Mom and Sarah. Sarah gave me a hug.

"This isn't goodbye; but gives my son a chance and tells Rachel… I'm proud in her accomplishment in college."

I nodded, "I will but I don't-"She put a finger on my lip.

"One week till Saturday's sunset. That you'll see the silver lining," Sarah said as she kissed my cheek and fade away, leaving me alone with my mother.

"Mom, what would happen within a week?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll hate it and love it." She assured taking my cursed hand tracing the pentagram. "When I was young and had you, I hoped you never live this life. I hope you'll live a normal life but fate chose another path."

Then she cradles my cheek as we walk down the garden. Humming her favorite song the one Edward said haunts my mind in which he can hear.

"Mother, why does that song linger in my mind?" I asked.

"Because I always sing it to you in hope you'll find your way home. How I made my decision between Caledonia and your father."

"I don't know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I've come from
That's the reason why I seem
So far away today

….
Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia, you're calling me, now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger
Know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had
…

Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the fellas and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes, there's no denying
I have traveled hard, sometimes with conscience flying
Somewhere with the wind

She sang and soon faded away, "Mom, don't go!"

"I have to, my little pup. I was allowed to come in your need. But it's your time." She said pecking my forehead. "I'll see you again."

And then she was gone.

.o0o.

I had woken when a pillow made contact to my face hard. Immediately unsheathing my claws; but stop when I saw Yvaine and Orion stand at the foot of the bed. Both amused.

"What the hell?" I growled, throwing a pillow at them which Yvaine dodge while Orion got smack down.

"We need to talk and buy Yvaine school supplies." Orion announced.

I growled staring at the alarm clock that read 6:45 am. "Fifteen more minutes."

Going back down to go back to sleep. Except they have a different idea as they pounced on my bed and dragged me out. Into the bathroom and dropped me in the bath tub full of cold water. I screamed fully awake now. Instantly jumping out quickly now ready to kill those two jerks.

"You're going to pay for that!" I exclaimed chasing them threw out the house ready to beat up their sorry ass to Timbuktu.

Though Orion gave the command voice to stop and get dress. Afterwards we drove off to his apartment to discuss the matters at hand. There was nobody other than Lycan there, for them to explain motives and reason on why the rogue was after me.

"It had to be that she survived the attack." Orion said on the love seat. "There's no other option."

"Yes, but she is a granddaughter of Drest and descendent by Lycaon." Yvaine combats.

"Yvaine, Lycaon had fifty sons. Even you and I have his blood." Orion said. "Why isn't he going after you then; the daughter of the new beta of the Lyall clan?"

"He got you there." I said on the couch taking a sip of tea.

"Touché," Yvaine sighed leaning against the window.

"So it only leaves one option," I said. "I'm a surviving witness and needed to kill."

"Not gonna happen." Orion assured. "He doesn't know your location and when you graduate we'll head to Scotland. The Lyall clan is one of the most powerful packs in the world."

"How many packs are there in power?" I asked.

"Many, but Seven form: The Orders of the Packs! Like the Volturie they enforce the law." Orion said.

"An oligarchy?"

"Not quite, similar to a roman republic of democracy, a senate. Remember Lycaon was from Greece so we follow the ancient and modern laws and customs."

"You speak of Lycaon had fifty sons?" I asked which they nodded. "Well, it's not possible for fifty sons and Lycaon to reproduce a new species. Could it be possible that his followers were condemned as well by Zeus?"

"We don't know," Yvaine said. "Records of the event were never recorded. If so—"

"They would be lost through time." Orion finished. "And there are no remaining Lycan who live over two thousand years. The life span would be around nearly a thousand when the need of peace comes to an end. So far only the third generation remains unlike us who are the six and seventh generation."

"So we're like vampires." I stated leaning back staring at my curse hand unsheathing my claws. "Monsters with two form that among human till shedding to our pelts."

"I've believe so." Orion whispered eyes glowing amber.

"A gift and a curse," Yvaine added.

I stood up and glare into the mirror staring between both forms of what I used to be and my wolf human side. Entwine my figure through my pale blonde locks. This is what I am. I shall keep my promise of the bargain of the postpone bind. However, an optional choice may lead to a split path that may crumble.

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