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Chapter 20

Leah POV

Quick as possible I dialed the familiar number and waited as the ring seemed to echo in the silence of my mind. It went to voicemail. Not bothering to leave one, I hit end then redialed the number. It rang twice. "What?"

"Jacob?" It can't be. He'd left with the Cullen clan.

His so familiar chuckle vibrated through the line. "Hey Leah, yeah it's me. Sorry for snapping. You kinda woke me up."

I forced out a strained laugh. "You never were a morning person. Even if it is noon."

There was a long stretched out silence as neither of us knew what to say next. "Wha…what are you doing back?"

"That's a long story Leah. I'm back for now. I'm not sure yet if I'm staying or not." His voiced seemed strained. As if he was trying to hold something back. What I don't know, but it was something he wasn't ready to relive or explain. "Jake?"

"Listen Leah can you get the old pack together. No newbies. Your brother, Sam, Paul, Jared, Embry, Quil, Collin, and Brady only. No imprints either. Where can I met ya'll?"

I sigh, felling a headache coming on. "Just met at my place I guess. It'll take me a bit. Sam and I retired so I'll have to call him and Jared."

I gave him my address and he said he'd be here soon. Then I called Sam and Jared, explaining everything I could. In five minutes everyone was there except Jacob. Chance refused to leave and stayed with us in the dining room, the only room big enough to fit everyone. I look around at my brothers. They all had their flaws but we're family, coming together for our other brother. There was a knock at the door. Slowly I get up and go to the door, opening it slowly.

Jacob POV

I haven't seen any of them in a long time. Standing on this front porch I check the address for the seventh time. Leah must have gotten a good job or married a rich man to have changed this old shack into this place. Taking a calming breath I knock on the big door and wait. It was just a minute or so before it was slowly opened revealing Leah. I stand shell shocked for a minute. Man she sure had changed. Her once choppy short hair now lays in neat layers down her shoulder blades. Her face has just a hint of makeup. Her once hard features are not soft and dare I say girlie. She's in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve form hugging deep green V-neck shirt. "Hey Leah. You're looking good."

She smiles softly waving me in. "Hey Jake. Wish I could say the same. You look like hell."

I chuckle humorously. What she says is probably true. I'm in an old pair of my jeans that I'd left at dads. There wrinkled and covered in holes. The shirt is no better, being one that I used to work on cars in so it's covered in oil stains and many other spots. The sleeves are frayed and one is ripped at the seams at my shoulder, hanging by a thread under my arm. My hair has grown up, usually brushed neat but now is sticking out everywhere. I even have a beard. I've never had a beard before. I rub the back of my neck and follow her through a doorway and down a hall. "Missed you too Leah."

We walk through another doorway and I stop there. Everybody looks at me. Leah goes over and sits in some guys lap. He looks exactly like Sam except with blue eyes. He kisses Leah's cheek and nods at me once. I nod back at him before facing the room at large. Not only Leah had changed. Sam's face is softer, more relaxed. Jared's is harder, but no were near how Sam's was. Paul had let his hair grown out some, and even he looked less hard. Quil and Embry still look the same as the day I'd left, save a little older. "Um hey guys. Thanks for meeting me."

"What brought you back? Not that we're not glad to see you." Sam stood, coming over to give me a man hug and pat me on the back.

"Worry about that later. How ya doing man!?" Quil jumps up, almost tackling me along with Embry. We wrestled around a second, but they backed up when they realized my heart wasn't in it. It wasn't in much lately. "What's wrong Jake?"

I look up as Paul puts a hand on my shoulder, being the one that asked. "Their gone."

Paul's face scrunches up, confused. "Who?"

"The Cullens. Nessie." I had to pause and take a deep breath. My voice still broke when I spoke. "My daughter."