Lycaon Dusk

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Chapter 12: Then Don't

"Yvaine Ashley Lyall," I yelled through her bedroom barging in to see the lycan stir. "Get your sorry ass up and out of Bed!"

Yvaine jumped from shock immediately out of bed, before she can protest. I shoved her school clothes and toiletry in her hand and shoved her out. She stumbled but got the message and went into the bathroom. I sighed and walked down stares making breakfast. It was Monday and I wasn't a happy camper. Like most people on Friday the thirteenth is bad luck. Monday's are the worst! The sense of something normally bad was going to happen. Either it's a missing work, trip, bad test results, or rotten meal at lunch. I felt this was going to be a bad day.

Once Yvaine finished getting dress, we grabbed our toast and headed out into my mustang. I drove to Forks high. Parking we went to the main office, though funny that it was green enough in this green town. I walked Yvaine right up to the desk, tapping the little bell. The receptionist, Mrs. Cope looked up from her desk her red hair put up into a bow. And her green eyes examine Yvaine and me.

"Good morning Diana, how can I help you?" she asked. Typical, out of the student body I was memorable, being the chief's nieces or the dodge ball incident last year. The joys in having a mental episode of PTS on a daily bases!

"I'm doing fine Mrs. Cope." I said causally. "Came in to help our new exchange student, the one that my uncle and I are hosting?"

"Hello, my name is Yvaine Smith, from Scotland." Yvaine said adding a little Scottish accent.

The recognition flashed across Mrs. Cope's face, remembering the exchange program as her smile. "Oh of course! Here you go dear." She said handing Yvaine her slip. Once we signed her in we left though we could feel Mrs. Cope stare on our back, assessing us. Out of prying eyes I sighed.

"Did something happen between you and Mrs. Cope?" my cousin asked.

"Oh, we have history on my first month at school." I said explaining the dodge ball incident. How I snapped and Mrs. Cope along with the nurse had to try to explain to Principe Greene. She laughed on when I got a warning.

"Well, I better head to my first class." She said.

I nodded, "Come visit me at lunch in the cafeteria. I'll introduce you to my friends."

"Okay thanks." Yvaine replied heading towards her first class.

I sighed again and headed towards English. Though walking to the main building I looked across the parking lot to see Jacob and Embry exiting the Rabbit. Jacob looked up and stares at me calmly with the imprinted eyes. My heart skipped a beat as my face remained neutral. I turned around and enter my English class. Found the cause of hating Mondays.

"You don't truly understand, so until the next full moon do not talk to him or any communication." Mom's voice echo in my head, a request I must follow.

Entering Mr. Mason class room and sat in my assign seat. Taking out the copy of Taming of the Shrew that was our homework to read act one. No longer, did Embry came in and took his seat next to me. We didn't talk for a moment till Embry said.

"Jake's an idiot," He announced.

"You're gonna risk your tail if you say that." I said in monotone as I read through the book.

"C'mon Dia, you agree with me?" Embry replied, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"One hundred percent," I muttered.

"By the way, didn't know you got it in you." Embry added.

I set my book down, confused by his statement. "What do you mean?"

"What happen Saturday," He whispered low for only a werewolf could hear. "When you confronted Hunter and pulled the trigger."

.o0o.

Hunter stood center of the small open meadow, a rifle slugged over his shoulder. He was drenched as well and exposed his mid form to his true animalistic wolf. A pull between him and me easily felt as I walked closer, white knuckle grasped on the handles grasp.

"That's right. You have the ability to sense my presences. "Hunter said as I walked towards him. "Because there is a bond between us: one that can only be sense of blood."

I stopped and raise the pistol at him nearly ten feet away from him and his chest.

"Finally, you've come to Kill me," Hunter murmured and unphase by this action. "But know even if I was dead the curse forever linger in your soul… providing if you can pull the trigger."

"I didn't come here to kill you, bastard!" I snarled but gasped to realize my fingers were so cold I couldn't move them to pull the trigger. But also my body was like in some command.

"Are you surprise you can't do it." Hunter sneered stepping closer.

"Don't come near me!" I yelled clicking the unsafe clip.

"You are incapable of killing me," He murmured.

"If you are who I think you are, then why did you save me?" I growled near venom. "Why did you condemn my soul when I was supposed to die on that faithful night?"

Bang!

.o0o.

I shook my head from that memory.

"Yeah, who knew I had it in me." I muttered.

Embry saw my pause and sighed loosening his hold around my shoulder. "So you know the pack, Sam and Jakes got your back."

I smiled a little shrugging his arm of me. "That is, if I want your help."

"Dia," Embry whisper sounded hurt.

"Embry . . . there are things I can't explain on the decision." I explained eyes focused on the window. "Understand I consider you as my own brother." A risk to lose you or anybody I care for... I'm not going to take.

Before Embry could retort on the statement, Mr. Mason started class playing the rest of the movie; Taming of the shrew. But my mind was elsewhere already seen the movie. So I stared blankly through the window. To watch the rain pouring down harder than usual. It blurred out the forest next to the school: no image or anything. I closed my eyes now and then in a daze over life on possibilities. I closed them gnawing off in a day dream.

.o0o.

Time it seemed to fly by in this daze until art class. When someone tripped dropping a box full of stencils snapping me back into reality. I looked at my painting to find it was a wolf again. Although, the concept of wolves, were common in my portfolio, however it wasn't grey, black, or white, but a copper tint. Shaking my head aside, what is happening to me? I looked around to see Jacob was next to me working on his assignment. I peeked over to see he was painting tribal symbols. I'll say this, he was a good artist.

"You going to talk?" he asked.

I shook my head, going back to my work but stop. It wasn't right every time I look at it. I keep imagining Jacob's wolf form. So getting up, I went toward the cupboard and pull out another white construction paper and back to my desk. I dabbed the paint brush in black paint and decided to do a mood painting. Adding Blue, red, grey, black and so on, setting clear on how I felt. Anger, sad, tired, confused and other emotion hard: deep into the brush that the bristle lost its smoothness. I couldn't understand why, but the more I put into it, tears started stinging my eyes. What the hell is happening to me?

"Diana, can you come here?" Mrs. Hook called.

Wiping my tears on my sleeves, I went up towards her desk. She led me to the back room and pull out a box of tissues. Afterwards turned on the radio to block out the conversation. Mrs. Hook wasn't like other teachers, when she sees a student upset or has a problem she let us get a minutes. I smiled sadly and leaned against the wall I let my tears go in silent sobs.

"If I may ask, is something wrong?" Mrs. Hook replied.

"I don't know why," I started. "The past week and half has been hell and . . ."

"Is there any problem at home with Chief Swan?"

"No, my uncle has been great! It's just I'm so stress and emotionally confused." I said, knowing I can't tell her the full on story.

"Does this have to do with Mr. Black?"

"Yes and No," I whispered. "See we're friends but something comes up in a rollercoaster and all hell broke loose. Now he said . . . . "

"Does Jacob fancy you?" she asked.

"Something likes that," I whispered blowing my nose.

"Diana, whatever is bothering you, let it out into the painting. And ease up. I don't want you to have a mental break down okay?" You got to love Mrs. Hook. She'll not go further into question and give some gentle advice.

"Thanks." I said. Walking out of the room to find Jacob was already gone. I walked up towards my desk to find a note.

Take it slow, you set the pace.

Ps. Nice painting.

The rest of the day was once again a blur. I couldn't focus nor obtain what was going on. Lunch was strange when it happen; Ian, May, and Nick were sick with the flue. It was funny on Cassandra comment on how Ian neat freak, got to him on being sick. There goes his perfect attendance award. Though, Cassandra tried everything in her part; to keep me away from Jacob in conversation. Every time he talks she would interrupt in the past five minutes. Embry tried hard not to laugh at the show.

"Diana, can I sit next with you?" Yvaine asked standing next to Cassandra.

"Of course, sit; you must be the exchange student?" Cassandra exclaimed in excitement.

"Yes, that's me." Yvaine replied sitting down between Embry and Cassandra, except a little nervous on her part as Cassandra was ecstatic.

"So what's your name?"

"Yvaine, Yvaine Smith." My cousin said. The wolves smirked on the lie. How many times has Smith been used for? Let see Jack Sparrow in Pirate of the Caribbean, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. The list goes on and on.

Cassandra soon went on all questions about Scotland and Yvaine heritage. You could just see how bad my cousin wanted to snap for her ears twitched and turn red. It was clear Yvaine wasn't sociable to the human world or wasn't interactive. Though she was the beta's daughter, unless being a Hound Marshal she focused on that and not socializing.

"Um, Diana, do you have last week homework?" Embry asked.

"What?" I shook my head.

"Last week's homework," Embry repeated only to place a hand on my forehead. "Shit, your warmer. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, just stressed," I said, getting up and excused myself heading towards the bathroom. It was empty so I pulled out my cell phone and called Orion.

"Hey Diana, what's up?"

"I feel strange." I said leaning against the wall till I was sitting on the ground.

"Strange in what way?" Orion asked, now Mr. Serious.

"I . . . I don't know? I feel lost like in a daze. I practically zoned out and I don't know what I learned today in class. I feel upset for some reason and there's no cause."

"You're probably emotionally exhausted. Another PTS episode," Orion suggested. "Just relaxed a little and take a nap when you get home. Would you like me to come over and see?"

"Yes, I want to talk to you personally. . . . About my dreams."

"Very well, I'll see you after school."

"Bye," hanging up my phone then brought my legs close to my chest.

I don't know what was happening, but my body and mind was out of it. It was like I was lost and my wolf doesn't know. I can sense her dismay as well, her whimpers and so forth. Closing my eyes and meditate for a moment till the bell rang. It helped some, then stood up and head to Cooking Class.

.o0o.

It wasn't long when the final bell to announce that school was over. I headed towards my locker only to feel upset again when I saw Jacob by my locker. Luckily my hair was long to cover my face while grabbing what's necessary.

"So how was your day today?" Jacob asked.

"You don't truly understand, so until the next full moon do not talk to him or any communication."

Mom's voice echoed in my head. So I ignored him as best as I could, grabbed my English text book and shut my locker. Though, I could hear Jacob right behind me, right on my trail. It wasn't until I bumped into someone that I dropped my stuff on the floor. The guy I bumped into apologized about to help till one of his friends dragged him away. So I bend down to pick my book up, but a large russet hand grabbed it. Looking up to stared at Jacob's eyes.

"Here," he said.

I nodded and accepted my text book then took off. However, Jacob grabbed my arm in a gentle hold. We didn't move as I continued to stare at the poster for the schools theaters audition for the school play.

"Diana, please say something?" Jacob pleaded. "I can't take this silent treatment from you."

I shook my head again and shoved him off me before running towards my musts tang. Yvaine was there talking to Embry in a conversation. She saw my distress and said goodbye to Embry and got into the passenger seat. Embry said hi to me but I ignored him as well. As I got in the driver seat, putting the key in the ignition, and drove home. Once home, I went to my room and collapse on bed and sigh. A headache was forming again. I close the blind and door and let sleep consumed me or at least meditate once more.

But the question bothered me. Grabbing my I-pod and looked up the next lunar cycle on when the full moon was coming. The only result I got was less than three weeks. A groan of frustration, I closed my eyes and let my mind go blank.

.o0o.

"Diana, wake up."

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Orion, as he held a candle. The room was still dark, preventing any light to succeed other than the candle which felt soothing. He told me to scoot to sit on the bed and adjusted my form so my head rested on his chest. He didn't say anything only just brushed my hair through his fingers.

"So, what's the problem?" he asked.

I told him everything from the conversation of my decease love ones till now. Orion was amazed and said about me being a medium on communicating with the dead. A rare ability indeed, but understands that was not the mattered. It was this unexplainable headache and mood swings. He couldn't come up with an explanation only said I was emotionally exhausted from all the drama. . . . I hate drama.

"Orion?"

"Yeah," Orion replied.

"Tell me about my grandfather?" I asked.

"Well, he's old as time you would say," Orion started. "About over a thousand year's old living in paganism before Christianity roamed and fought off the roman. Considering he's a fifth generation of Lycaon blood. He sorts like you and you hold his blue tinted green eyes. . . . "

Orion continued the vast tales on my grandfather. Drest Lyall, previous Alpha of the Lyall clan of Scotland and fifth generation to the werewolf line. To hear all of Drest Adventures brought peace in knowing my grandfather was a warrior and hero. Though he killed and cursed people he resolved his sins and took responsibility. It wasn't long till I was told he wanted to see me. It scares to hear this. For the last time I ever recall meeting my grandfather I was a toddler.

"You don't need to be afraid, sis. When you are ready he wants to talk to you. Remember you are Drest's granddaughter. And you'll see him soon." Orion assured.

"Thanks," I breathed.

"You're welcome," Orion said, pulling me up to stand. "Let's train. We need to be preparing for anything, if you're going to be my sidekick."

I scoffed and smack him upside the head, "Jerk, I thought we were comrades."

"Yeah, yeah, we agreed." Orion chuckled rubbing his head. "Couldn't resist."

Once changed into gym clothes we went outside. Yvaine was there too as we trained on fighting. Putting all my effort in fighting, the purpose to protect and set justice on the rogue who destroy my life. To hear what he did to woman just like me doesn't deserve a scapegoat. No, he needs to be brought down. And if I was the bait, then I'll be ready.

"Come on. Push some back to it." Orion taunted as he did a spin kick. I dodge it, panting hard on the ground. "Don't stop."

I spin kicked causing him to be knocked down however when I got up, Yvaine took place in the fight, her claws unsheathed. We dashed forward on attack while I unsheathed my claws. I blocked her attack, and set my own. They were fast, and stronger to fight. Impossible to predict their tactics, it was like the share the same thought. Losing focused, Yvaine kicked me into the side. I jumped onto a tree, panting hard, clutching my side. To taste a bitter sweet flavor of on my tongue that was my blood. My wolf growled in desire, but stopped.

"Dia, you okay?" Orion asked from down below.

"Yeah, just excited," I whispered.

"That's enough for today, lets rest." Orion said.

We agreed, heading inside.

.o0o.

I was getting up for the next day of school; it's been another week of pure torture. For I can't speak to Jacob and when I do, I lose my voice or feel a wave of pain. Though, Jacob figured it out and didn't say anything to make a conversation. Including the fact he probably thinks I'm giving him the silent treatment. Practically confronted me a few days demanding why I was ignoring him? But I just look down not saying a word. We stood by the locker for five minutes in silence till the bell rang. Afterwards he just tried to make me smile or laugh. I either snort or chuckled. However, that was week one.

Second week I find wildflowers on my lockers. Just a single wild flower each day, sometimes it would be a lily, other days it would be a bluebell. It was strange that I could tell these flowers were wild and not farmed or bread in a gardens. All in all, they were simple and thoughtful that I put them in my hair. In which in Art, Jacob would complement me with a smirk. That was when I started to see Jake again. My best friend, Jake: Mr. Fun and easy going, since he's always laughing with my friends and having fun. Maybe that's why our mom's wanted me to be silent till next full moon, too see what words can't do, in seeing the truth. Why Sarah wanted me to see within a week. Seeing the development of Jacob from the aggression to lay back?

For example, Yvaine and I was at last Beach for a spaghetti party with the Pack along with Charlie. As I played with Clair and Quil in my childish antics, spinning around in grass bare footed while singing random childish song. Until Jacob joined us, taking Clair and played with us, fun in his eyes. That I paused to see this while my cheeks felt warm. Was I now starting to hold feelings again for Jacob?

I had to get away for a moment and talked to Rachel, she wasn't a happy character in how I was treating her brother. I told her about my dream and ability to speak to the dead who want to be spoken too. She gasped when I told her Sarah was there and sends her message.

"She's proud of you Rachel." I said. "She's proud that you graduated from College and hopes you make the right decisions."

It brought tears of joy to Rachel to hear this. That she hugged me in a tight embrace, saying 'thank you' constituently till Paul intervene saying he was getting jealous. We ignored his typical comments and paid attention to our friends and family. It wasn't until sunset that I walked on the beach and gazed at the horizon. Something about the dusk attracted me, it was like the fall on day, though awaken of night. I sighed, to see Jacob by my side but didn't say anything as we found a shore up tree and watch together. He wrapped his arm around me while I rested my head on his chest engulfed in his comfort.

"I know I screwed up big time, Diana." Jacob started. "But I truly want us to be together either its friendship or something? I can't lose you."

I just stared straight ahead and not saying anything. Only to give a simple response of a nod to answer him. In result, Jacob kissed my forehead on the scar as he usually does.

"I'll always be there for you . . ." Jacob whispered in my ear, tucking a stand of hair behind it. "I'll never go away."

"Then Don't," I thought to myself until it was time to go back to the bonfire that was made and stories were being passed around.

Jacob never left my side and I truly didn't want him to. I may not be ready for the next step, but I want my Jake back. My best guy-friend, but I have to wait until the full moon, to speak to him again.

I truly hated my mom right now.