Disclaimer: Hokey, so, I have realised that it's only right and proper that I should tell you that I own no right to Twilight. I feel bad because I haven't been doing this for all of the chapters. So, anyways, like I said...whatever.

A/N: I decided that because most of my chapters weren't that long, I'd spend more time and fill in more detail...I reread the ones I've already written and found all kinds of errors and realized how crappy my writing actually was, so I'm going to try and write better.

Chapter 11

The smell of bacon wafted through the house. I was hoping that this would wake the sleeping boy, all of my earlier attempts had failed. I flipped the pieces in the pan and turned to the pancakes, making sure not to leave them on one side too long. I wanted to show how greatfull I was to the Quilletes, and cooking kept my mind off of other things.

Things like bleeding werewolves and burning vampires.

I shook my head as I checked on the bisquits that were in the oven. I heard footsteps in the hallway and smiled inwardly.

"Goodmorning, sleepy head," I said, listening to a heavy body slump into one of the kitchen chairs.

"You sure know how to wake a man up, Bella." Embry said, stiffling a yawn. "I've never smelt anything so good coming from a kitchen that Emily wasn't in."

I laughed. "Well, I figure it's the least I could do, you know, with everything you all are doing for me."

I scramled some eggs in a plastic bowl.

"If I knew this was how you were going to thank me, I'd have done you favors more often," his laughter filled the small kitchen.

I pulled the bacon out of the pan and placed it on a plate on the table, slapping away Embry's eager hand.

"So, how did you sleep last night?" I asked him, placing the pancakes next to the bacon.

"Pretty well considering the fact that we spent all night running in circles," he replied rubbing his dark eyes.

I made sure the eggs weren't sticking to the pan before making sure to change the subject. "The couch is a little small, you should have taken Jacob's bed. I'd be more than happy to sleep out here."

"Bella," he said, standing up and chewing on piece of a little too crispy bacon. "Even if Jacob hadn't issued a death threat to anyone making you sleep anywhere but his bed, I couldn't do that to you. Besides, I like the couch. The bed has fleas."

I allowed a laugh to escape my lips as I set the eggs along side the bacon and pancakes. Soon the tabe was cluttered enough to make it look like it was set for an entire family instead of two people.

This is how things usually worked. In the short week I had spent at the Black's home, I'd only actually spent two days with Jacob himself. The pack circulated who would watch me day after day. After the first morning of me thinking myself into oblivion with deathly thoughts, I decided that I needed to keep my mind off such thoughts, leading me to the stove.

Sam was distant. He ate the food I made, but rarely spoke. I hated the day he stood watch. His silence left my mind open to all kinds of things. Things that not even Billy's laundry could keep away.

But I liked it when Quill and Embry came, they were both rather talkative and easily kept my mind on other things. This was Embry's second visit. He said he needed the sleep, but I think he just liked the food too much to stay away. While he ate, I continued to busy myself around the house. I had already cleaned Jacob's room to the best of my abilities, the rest I left to him. The bathroom was shinning, the kitchen was pristine, even Billy's room was straightened up. The only room left in the house that wasn't perfectly spotless was the living room, and that was only because there was usually a wolf fast asleep on the sofa.

I saw Embry stuffing his face as an opportunity to clean through the messy living room. I was dusting the small television set when I heard a deep howl. I looked up instantly to see an apologetic look on my babysitter's face.

"I'll be right back," Embry said, standing up from the table. "You won't be alone, Billy's here. I shouldn't be too long, I just have to find out what's going on."

And with that he was hustling out the front door, leaving me alone in the small living room. I slumped down onto the couch and fussed with the fabric, picking at the small pulls here and there. I stood up and went into the small kitchen. I was able to pile the remaining food onto two plates and started to clean the dishes. I had just finished the pan I had fried the bacon in when a squeaking noise alerted me to Billy's prescence.

"I heard the call," he said. "So I came out to stay with you."

"I'm not a child," I replied. "I don't need to be watched every second of the day."

He laughed at my words. "Ah, but Bella my dear, I have been on this earth for a long, long time. Trust my words, you are a child."

I glared at him.

"Not that that's a bad thing," he said quickly, seeing the aggitation on my face. "It just means there's much for you to see and learn."

"And I plan on seeing a lot of things, Billy."

"Yes, I'm sure you do," he replied, wheeling himself to the table.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him. "Embry ate most of the food, but I could make you something."

"If you stay here much longer," he told me, picking at the left over bacon. "Then I'll need a wider wheelchair."

I laughed at this, but as I did, Embry came bursting through the back door, breathing hard and moving fast. He stormed through the kitchen and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me to Jacob's room.

"Grab all of you things," he said, pulling my bag from under the bed where I had stowed it. Billy's chair could be heard squeaking along the floor before coming to a stop in the doorway.

"What is it, boy?"

"There was a fight," he replied, throwing all of my clothes and even some of Jacob's into the bag. "A big one. Something happened. When we found them, they were fighting amongst each other, everything was out of control. We waited with the others, your group," he said in my direction, "until they stopped. They eliminated half of their own before the realized we were watching. Some fled, others fought. The redhead, she got past our lines, her trail was headed this way."

I realized that he must have been telling this news through one of the other's eyes.

He looked up at me with an angry expression. "One of them got Quil. He's alive, but barely. You have to get out of here. Charlie thinks that you are staying with Emily, right?"

"What about the others?" I asked him, "The Cullens, are they alright?"

"You're going to need to call him later and tell him that you went with her somewher, I don't know, Port Angeles or something, to stay the night. You're going to have to..."

"Embry, wait!" I interupted. He had began pacing around the room right after Billy squeaked away, disappering. "I'm not going anywhere!"

"Oh yes you are! We haven't been doing all of this just for the leech to come here and kill you! Quil didn't almost die just now just so you coud ruin everything we've worked for!"

His statement sent my mind into overdrive, already formulating a plan by the time he was out the door. "Call them."

"What?"

"Call all of them back here!" I grabbed my bag out of his hands, making him stop what he was doing. I sat down on the bad until he would look me in the eyes. "Look, Embry, I have a plan."

He looked skeptical.

"Look," I repeated. "She's coming here, right? And if we could lead her back to the rest of the pack, you could take care of her, easy."

He still looked skeptical.

"If you wait any longer, she'll be too close!" I yelled at him. He seemed to diliberate for a moment, then he ran from the doorway.

I stayed where I was, listening for his call. It still made me jump when I heard it. After what seemed like hours, I heard the door to the house slam open then shut again. I could hear him talking quietly to Billy, informing him of what we were about to do.

I threw my bag down and pulled out my jacket, throwing it over my shoulders. I twisted my hair back and pulled it into a tight ponytail.

Embry's tall figure was in the doorway within seconds. His face told me that my plan went over well enough for the rest of the pack. "Quickly, we're going to cirlce around and come up behind the pack, she should follow us straight to them."

"Okay," I breathed. "Did you find out anything about Edward?"

He didn't say anything.

"Let's go," I whispered.

And with that I trailed behind him and through the front door. I glanced back to see Billy speaking quietly on the phone. Probably to Charlie.

I walked through the front door, closing it behind me, to find a large fury wolf standing in front of me.

"What is this?" I asked. "Do you expect me to ride on your back?"

The head of the wolf moved up and down, signalling that was exactly what he expected me to do.

"I suppose it's the only way." I muttered. I walked up to his tall form and gripped the fur the covered his neck and shoulders. "I'm not that tall you know!"

The sound the came from his muzzle was supposed to be a laugh, but came out more like a cough. Embry kneeled, allowing me to dig my foot into the groove of his front leg. I made sure to dig my heel into his muscle just a little bit to make up for him laughing at me.

As soon as I was in place, Embry took off, running so fast it felt like we were flying. His speed and agility seemed unaffected by my presence. Just like when I was with Edward, this seemed natural for the wolf, like breathing. I had come to learn that when Edward was running with me, I had no reason to worry about stray branches or trees trying to grab at me. With Embry, I had no idea if he would doge nature as easily.

But he seemed to have no trouble with it at all. I clutched as tightly as I could to the fur on the boy's back. It was a few seconds before I even realized the wind no longer licked at my face, that the ground had stopped moving beneath me. I looked ahead of where we had stopped and saw nothing but trees. Everywhere I looked there was nothing but green forest. There was no sign of Victoria or the rest of the pack. I leaned close to Embry's ear.

"Is she hear?" I whispered.

He responded with a gentle nod.

"And the pack?"

When he didn't respond, I gripped his fur tighter. All of the sudden, the wolf beneath me let out a long, loud howl.

And then I was flying, my burly protector no longer in my grip.

A/N: Haha...sort of a little cliffy there. I had to do it. I'll try to do my best to update this quickly. D

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