I am seriously getting angry at how crapped up the Twilight timeline and character line is! It makes no freaking sense! I try to stay true to the saga's story and what do I get?

A headache.

Nothing makes sense.

*sigh* I want to read the books again and take notes, but my best friend has the only copy I know of.

You will fear my laser face

That would be so awesome! At some point or other, I'm going to have to write about guns and vampires and werewolves (*squeeee*) and I'm going to need the help I can get! Since I don't know my thing about guns and I hate writing what I don't know about, I would love the help! Thank you for offering!

13

Pack

"So let me get this straight," I began as I started the car. "Vampires exist."

Billy, who was riding shotgun beside me, nodded. "Yep."

"And the Cullens are vampires."

Billy flashed me a smile that showed all of his teeth, his dark skin contrasting sharply with their pearly white sheen. I couldn't help but think about how much they looked like fangs; very white, very pointy.

"Vampires," I repeated.

My old friend chuckled, as if I just told him a joke. Funny how I'm not laughing. "Well, we prefer to call them leeches, but yeah, you would call them vampires."

I had to swallow hard at the way Billy was talking about this; as if we were discussing calmly discussing about whether or not it was a fine day to go fishing instead of talking about blood-sucking monsters.

"And just like leeches they suck blood."

"Yep."

"Human blood?"

Billy was about to answer when we heard a bark from outside the car. A big black wolf was waiting outside the car, wagging his tail impatiently at us.

I had to laugh. It was hard to think of the wolf outside as Sam, not when it was doing something so very dog-like.

My laughter died in my throat, however, when the giant animal leveled its muzzle so that our eyes met.

The wolf's eyes had an intelligence that can only be described as "human".

I swallowed my apprehension and turned to Billy. "Where did you say we're going again?"

"Just follow Sam." Billy gestured to the wolf, who took off as soon as he said it, as if they shared some sort of damn telepathy powers.

It's not like it'll be the weirdest shit I've seen all day.

Billy was still smiling.

"What're you so happy about?" I grumbled.

"Nothing," my old friend said quickly-a little too quickly. "Just...glad to have you on board, Charlie."

The wolf was tireless, or at least, it had a helluva lot more energy than the cruiser. It ran just a little bit ahead of the cruiser and then stopped every now and then to bark at us when we fell behind.

Sort of like a kid who drank too many fizzy drinks and started bouncing around the walls at 10 p.m.

I had the sudden, vivid mental image of six-year-old Isabella, wearing a fluffy pink tutu and declaring that she'll be the best ballerina EVER. Of course, that all ended when we signed her up for ballet lessons and she found them too difficult.

I still have some of the pictures, though.

"Charlie, hit the brakes!" Billy's voice pierced into my subconscious and I had just enough clarity of mind to follow his instructions and slam my foot on the brakes.

In front of the car was Sam, still in wolf form, and a brown, shaggy wolf.

The brown wolf was immense, only slightly smaller than the giant Sam. But it looked…rougher, in a way. It was only when faced with this other wolf that I realized how human Sam was, even if he wore the shape of an animal.

If this other mutt was like Sam—and I was almost certain that it was, no animal was that big—then it was more wolf than man. The fur on its back was standing on end, its hackles were raised and it crouched low to the ground, as if preparing to leap onto the bigger wolf.

There was a wild, feral gleam in eyes.

Beside me, Billy muttered something like "Paul".

"What?"

"Paul. That's Paul, the newest member of the pack."

I blinked, Paul Lahorte?

"Shouldn't we help Sam?"

My old friend threw me an icy look. "If Sam can't handle this, then he isn't fit to be leader of his pack."

"Um…what?"

"Just watch, Charlie, and don't interfere."

So I did, because I trusted Billy but all the same I patted my gun holster, taking comfort at the fact that it's there.

Sam reared up and let loose one long, bone-chilling howl. Even though we were inside the car, I could still the power and authority in the sound.

I shuddered as I felt something deep inside me stir, wanting to please, wanting to obey. Even Billy, who I would have thought was used to this, flinched at the noise.

Then as if by magic, the brown wolf rolled over on his back to expose his belly, the very picture of submission.

Billy nodded approvingly at the sight. "Come on, Charlie, looks like the pack is ready to meet you."

I nodded, concentrating on keeping my hands from shaking. The pack might very well be ready to meet me, but I sure as hell wasn't ready to meet the pack.

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