The mangy pukemeister! Whatever he was attempting to rifle through in my office, he better pray it was salvageable. Flipping the light on I came to a dead stop in the doorway, my eyes bugging out. Vatan was hunched over the side of the desk with a drawer pulled open. Giving me a chirp, he smirked his evil Cheshire smile before looking at the ground where some of the contents of the drawer were. I was already fighting the wolf within but when my eyes hit the ground I almost gave in. My shoulders hit the door frame back and forth as I vibrated with rage. There on the ground were the remnants of my sketch book that I used for work.
"You fucking piece of shit! Are you trying to kill me or yourself because I am this close to strangling your worthless neck?" The monster stood up as I advanced to the desk. Reaching down I picked up the now shredded sketch book. As I flipped through what was left of pages, my hatred grew. Three months worth of work vanished into a pile of kitty confetti. I threw the tablet into the trash and eyed my opponent. Sitting back on his haunches he grinned like the idiot I knew he was. His tail swished slowly and he started to purr.
"Don't think for one fucking minute that shit will work on me, Vatan! I'm not Quil and I'm not your friend. If I was, your ass would have been in the kitchen earlier when I was having a difficult time." He raised his paw as if to tell me to stop and then proceeded to clean his grimy little face.
"You dirty fucker, you don't even give a rat's ass, do you? Let's see how pretty you think you are without those insect feelers you call whiskers." Lunging across the desk to make good on my threat, Vatan shot off and out the door. How the fuck did I miss a cat? My vibrating anger wasn't helping and I needed to get out of the house and run. Not even two steps out of the door and I stripped and phased, howling my frustrations as I took off to join the pack. I was so focused on my furred foe that I didn't hear a single thought from my brethren. My mind took a dangerous turn as I conceived how I would take him out. I still had Bella's little dart gun and knew she had more tranquilizers with her. I could hang him up and start target practice on his hide. I heard some old saying about stringing up a cat from a clothes line and if I had to give Quil my dryer to make a clothes line look inconspicuous to Bella then I'd haul it outside as soon as I got back.
The silence I had previously taken for granted was no longer so as the pack doubled over in laughter. Coming to a halt in front of the guys I tried to understand what their amusement was about. The last voice I wanted to hear stood out over the raucous gawffing.
"I can really have your dryer? Yessss, a double whammy! Wait until I tell Claire." The laughter didn't cease one bit over Quil's explicit thoughts with appliances but more than one wolf groaned amidst the humor at the implications.
"Why the hell do you find this so funny, Quil? It was just this morning that the evil monster was hunting for you." If a wolf could seethe then that is exactly what I was doing.
"Oh, I know but I've totally taken care of that future problem." Quil flashed images of the many traps he had set up. Jesus, he was going to catch every piece of wildlife that got within a mile of his place. From traps to pits to an oversized piece of fly paper now lining the first five interior feet of his chimney, there wasn't any way to approach the house without tripping one of the traps. "So yeah," Quil smirked, "it is funny because your ass has to live with that thing and I don't." My own mind drifted to the first time I had met the monster in question and Quil's laughter resumed in full force.
"Bees, Quil, bees," I mentally shouted. Sure enough I was rewarded with a vision of Quil-James Bond style- covered in a swarm of black and yellow. The memory was too fresh and Quil started jumping around and yelling 'fuck' as we relived the torturous fun. Eventually the pain vanquished the humor from that day and I commanded him to stop so the rest of us could be spared the visuals of Quil pulling stingers out of his ass. Fate must have painted a bull's eye on Quil; he was always taking it up the butt.
The guys were inconsolable in their humor and as they quieted down so they could attempt to breath Sam projected his thought at hand. "Jacob, why are you at such odds with a house pet? Just the other night you talked as if the creature was important since it's Bella's. Why the sudden hit man plan for the cat?"
"That fucking cat has a death wish. Shut it, Quil!" I interjected before continuing my assault on Vatan, "I swear, it's like he knows how to hit me below the belt on every little thing. Since day one he's had it out for me and the only thing that's kept me from burying him alive six feet under is Bella." As if my night could get any worse the whole pack fell over, once again in laughter.
Even Sam, whom I thought was the most mature, chuckled heavily before continuing, "Jacob, stop personifying the cat. It's just a harmless creature doing normal things. I doubt he has it out for you."
"If you only knew, Sam, if you only knew. I'm telling you that thing has a higher than average cat intelligence. Look." I conjured up the scene of Vatan spitting out the chewed keychain and then later when he finally appeared with a note that could have saved me several hours of heartache thinking Bella had been abducted or worse, killed.
"Jacob, I think you are over exaggerating here. Van is just a cat, nothing more."Sam may be older than me but he had no idea what he was talking about. Neither did Paul but that didn't stop him from hazing me.
"So the time has finally come that the great mighty Alpha, Jacob Black, finds himself with a pussy he can't tame in the bedroom."
"Paul, I swear to god, one more fucking thought out of you and I'll send you to Sea World with Quil!" The threat and implications should have shut everyone up and for most of them, it did. Except now Fate had a new friend in Paul as he and Quil excitedly discussed the pros and cons of marine life. Collin, bless him, diverted everyone's attention away from the use of an eel.
"What if he's not?" he asked quietly. His thoughts were murky and I could only pick out brief images of star covered garments and what looked like a tower.
"Not what? Controlled by Fate? He sure as fuck is!" I knew for a fact Fate dictated all of Vatan's mannerisms. Paul's sudden shout brought me back into their conversation. "Paul, if you fucking bring home a lobster to my sister for anything but her dining pleasure I will anchor your ass to the bottom of the ocean and you will be forced to chew off your feet to return topside." If no one else had been around to distract me, I would have shredded Paul as he snickered over what he would still be able to do footless.
"No, what if he's not just a cat?" Collin asked over Paul and Quil's bawdiness. Never before had I found it difficult to multi converse, but with the present topics, there was always a first.
"Collin have you been sniffing something of Quil's again? Of course it's a cat. He's sure as fuck not an elephant! What else could he be?" Growling loudly to interrupt Quil, Paul decided to antagonize on Collin's opinion.
"He kinda reminds me of a badger on steroids." Paul's statement reminded Quil of when they used to go find unsuspecting beavers and strap dynamite to them and watch as the creatures crawled back into their homes before detonating them. I fucking prayed that if I ever had a son, he would be nowhere near as delinquent as those two.
"Very funny, Paul. What I mean is look at us, we're wolves. And according to you, Jake, Bella's family members are vampires and she doesn't have a clue. Who knows how many other legends are real that have yet to be proven even to us." The force behind Collins words sent me into a tailspin. Fate was clinging on for the ride.
"Oh god! Bella made a comment about chewycups or whatever that shit was. Is that what Vatan is?" Fuck it all to hell, what kind of Alpha was I not to even realize that there were other monsters in the world with us?
"Actually, Jake, chewycups are-" What looked like a strip bar started to fill everyone's mind and the Alpha injunction rumbled out of me.
"Quil, I swear to god don't even finish that thought. I really, really don't want to know." Everybody but Paul breathed in relief.
"Fuck, Quil! Tell me later on the walk home. I bet Rachel would like them."
"Paul, I'm already having a mental breakdown over my imprint's cat that may not be a cat. Could you please not think about my sister and sex toys? I'd really like that part of my life to be blissfully ignorant. Collin, please continue."
"Well, remember that movie about the witches and wizards. In it one of the witches had a really smart cat but it wasn't all cat. It was some kind of half-breed. I can't recall what its name was, Crookshot or something."
"You think my imprint is a witch, with a familiar?" My jaw was hanging open so wide, Fate could have built a city inside.
"Well now, I don't know about that, Jake. I was just saying that if you think Van or Vatan or whatever his name is, might be something more than a cat maybe we need to look for other possibilities. I wish I could remember what the creatures name was, though. Maybe it was Crimpy shoes or Cranky pants. I know it started with the letter C but I just can't remember right now."
"What the hell does it matter? Cripplesniff, Crooked dick, or Cumsnarfs, I don't care! You're telling me that Vatan is somehow not part of the normal animal kingdom. How do you know this?" I could barely hear Collin over the rest of the guys. Jared and Paul had erupted into loud hysterical laughter. Their wolven forms were shaking so hard that they were forced to support each other upright with their furred shoulders and Brady had lost it to the point of phasing back into human form.
"I don't, Jake. I just meant that it could be an avenue worth pursuing if you think the animal isn't acting normal." My anger was not tempered with Collin's soothing half assed reassurances and I felt myself losing mental control.
"What the fuck do I know about normal for a cat? He's just a conniving piece of shit and I wish Bella wasn't so damn attached to him." Briefly my thoughts floated back to the idea of each family of the tribe temporarily adopting one of these creatures.
"Oh fuck no, Jake," Quil whined mid laughter. "Claire has not shut up about the Vatan monster since Friday. Please don't tell me I have to give in on that whim of hers?" I tried to calm myself before answering. After all I had just heard, the last thing I wanted was more problems of the mythical kind.
"Probably not, Quil. The last thing I want is a horde of Crinkly Cumsharts invading our land." No one except Collin could see the seriousness to this and I needed my mind alone to ponder the information. "The meeting's over, guys. Somebody make sure Brady gets back home. We'll see how long he thinks it's funny to be dragged back there by the scruff of the neck. Guys, just keep your normal patrol shifts, I'll talk to you later." Phasing back, I took off at a dead run to return home. If Vatan was some other mythological being, these guys would be of no help in ascertaining that fact. Once I was from view, I slowed down to erase all thought of the demon.
Fuck! How could such a promising day turn into a disaster, head back in the direction of a fantastic night and then turn to shit again? Sam thought it was just a cat and so would any normal human. I had in fact been giving Vatan a persona. The stupid thing still ate rodents, pissed in a box and licked himself; who could think he was anything but a pet? However, Collin had made a valid point. We kept ourselves unknown from the world, would it be so ludicrous to think that other creatures wouldn't do the same? But why would he stay with Bella, then? My thoughts got further and further away from control. Bella had said the vampires gave her the pet and less then forty eight hours ago two vampires had shown up to try to take her. My steps halted completely. What if Vatan had contacted them about our location? I didn't want to think about it but now I had no choice. If the shit ball was a spy, I would have to off him. I pictured it, telling him we knew what he was and that the game was over. Maybe right before death he would speak, tell us what exactly he was and if there were more. My grin grew as I continued to walk home. What would be a fitting death sentence for such an evil entity? Bella's anguished and pained face came forth and my grin faltered. Regardless of the traitor's actions, she still loved the matted douche bag. Fate was of no help and I vowed to do some more research in the matter before making such a decision. I would need to read up about cats to begin with and learn what was and wasn't acceptable behavior. I would deal with him later; right now I wanted to think about my promised cuddle time.
Quietly I crept back into the house, ready for some bedroom action. Fate, however, wanted to play. Sitting at the base of the stairs was the demon. He had that Linda Blair look again and I shivered at the implications. Reminding myself that he was just a cat for now, I spoke to it.
"I'm on to you, bitch. All those cutesy moves you make are just a sham, aren't they? I may not know what your breed is specifically but I will find out. You better hope you're normal or I have a very unpleasant surprise awaiting your Downey balls. I'll snuggle your fat ass in to an industrial sized washing machine if you don't tone that shit down and you'll end up looking like that demented bear all the soccer moms coo over. How does that sound?" I was on a roll and Vatan knew it. With a simple sniff he padded away to take cover under my pool table.
"Yeah, that's what I thought Cujo-ette. You keep your stink down here tonight; Bella's waiting for me to make her purr, not you." Taking the steps two at a time I reached my desired paradise. Bella was sprawled out leisurely in a skimpy negligee with her hair piled loosely on top of her head.
"Jake, you're naked!" Bella stated kind of hesitantly. I couldn't help but smirk as she seemed to be focused on something below eye level.
"I know. Clothes don't survive the transformation so we usually shed them beforehand. Since I was just coming to bed anyways I figured I'd save myself the hassle." Reluctantly she pulled her eyes back up to meet mine her voice breathy.
"Wow, that didn't take long. Is everything okay?" Fuck did she know how much her voice oozed sexiness? I couldn't stop staring at her perfect pink lips and thinking of the possible activities they were better suited for.
Walking to the bed to join her, I answered, "Just the usual, nothing to worry about." Grabbing the clip from her hair, it tumbled down her shoulders and back. Bella shook her head softly to distribute the curls then pointed to the nightstand. The click of the clip hitting the surface happened the same second I shut off the light before rolling over and on top of Bella to capture her lips with mine. Deep in the back of her throat she moaned and I settled part of my weight in between Bella's legs on her core, rocking my hips back and forth slightly.
"Jake," she gasped, trying to pull away from my conquering lips. "What are you doing?" Moving down her jaw line to just under her ear, I licked slowly before answering.
"Bella," blowing gently on the dampened area I continued, "What does it feel like I'm doing? I'm attempting to make love to my very sexy, incredibly passionate girlfriend." I returned to my assault on her neck and moved down to her shoulder, pushing away the gauzy straps of her nightie.
"I realize that but…Oh!" With a few simple moves, her garment was gone and silently I cheered in victory that she was now naked. Nuzzling at her breasts, Bella attempted to finish her question. "I mean what happened to just cuddling?"
Pulling away from her nipple that clearly needed my massaging lips, I answered, "We're going to cuddle all right. It's just that certain parts of me require more cuddling than others." With a swift buck, I pressed against her again tightly, my erection gliding over her moist center.
"Wait!" she cried out. Pulling away from her so that I hovered about an inch over her form, I searched her face. With a sheepish look, Bella gave me her answer. "What if I don't feel like making love?"
"I, uhh, well yeah of course. I mean we don't have to do anything you don't want to." Flipping over so that I was on my back next to her, I tried to slow my lust. Not paying attention to the naked woman next to me was short of impossible and I turned to my favorite past time of cursing Fate. Bella's next words shattered any concentration I may have had.
"How about for tonight, we just fuck." That was in no way a question but a demand. I had to grip the sheets not to react to the raw lust in her eyes as she grabbed a condom and perched in front of me. With one hand and her teeth, she ripped the package open while using her other hand to pump me torturously slow. Deftly she rolled the condom down my shaft her hands caressing and stroking to the point of begging.
"Jacob, look at me!" Bella was still stroking me but used her free hand to run across her breasts, teasing and pinching her pert nipples. Following the movement of her fingers, I watched as they trailed down to her mont where she languidly rubbed herself as well while moaning. My look must have told her I was less than five seconds away from tackling her because she crawled forward on her knees to hover over me. Aligning herself above my rock hard cock she lowered her body taking me in just a few inches.
Bringing her coated fingers to my lips she brushed them over and I licked off her essence one finger at a time. Pulling her hand back, she grabbed my hips and slammed down on me, completely sheathing my aching cock. Up and down she rocked her hips and I found myself gripping her hips in encouragement. Fuck, she was wild in her lovemaking as she pushed up, down back and forward. Her movements became harder and her hands drifted up to my chest, rubbing and needing in desire.
She was so close to an orgasm and as her walls started to tremble around me, I pulled her forward. Savagely I bit her nipple as she screamed out in pleasure and as her release overtook her I lightly licked and nourished the sensitive area. Her body had nearly slowed and I gave one last lavishing lick to her breasts.
"We're not done yet." Flipping her over she gave out a startled squeak as I lifted her legs over my shoulders and rammed into her, pausing to feel the exquisite warmth completely surrounding me. She started to move and I stilled her, leaning over to whisper into her ear, "Do you want this? Do you want me to make you scream in pleasure?" She moaned in renewed desire and with a patience I never knew I even had, I slowly pumped in and out of her. Gradually I increased the pace and my fingers moved down between her legs to rub over her deliciously swollen and dripping lips.
"Jake," pant, pant, gasp," I'm so close. Please," she begged as I continued to tease her area of desire.
"I know you are, baby." Applying more pressure to her throbbing clit, Bella bucked wildly beneath me. I increased my tempo as her body began to peak. "I want to hear you scream your pleasure. Tell me how good it feels."
"Jake…ugh…oh my god…oh…now, baby I'm cumming." It felt like her whole body clamped around me as she came taking me with her. Even after my own release had finished, I could still feel her body tremor with post coital release. Gently I kissed her panting lips before pulling out. She winced at the movement and I hurried to clean up before crawling back into bed to lift her on top of me. Soothingly I ran my hands up and down her back as her breathing returned to normal and I couldn't keep the grin off of my face.
"We should cuddle more often," I teased. She arched slightly before settling back into me and I cherished the feeling of breasts pressed into my chest.
"I'm too tired to cuddle. Can we just sleep now please?" Bella was whispering and glowing with contentment.
"You bet, honey. Go to sleep." Kissing the top of her head as she snuggled into me, I could feel both of our bodies relaxing. Just before succumbing to the drowsiness I had a brief thought as to what Vatan was up to. Fate hummed its lullaby and I was out.
Waking up to your soul mate grinning lovingly at you, caused my toes to curl in happiness. Judging by the amount of light in the room, I guessed it to be around ten in the morning. No disturbing howls, no troublesome phone calls and absolutely no morning panic as I woke up to my Bella still sprawled on top of me after a luxurious night of sex and sleep. Scanning the room my toes nearly knotted themselves in excitement as I realized that there wasn't even a pesky fur demon in the room. My smile must have been blinding as Bella started to giggle. Lightly she poked me in the chest.
"Why are you so happy this morning?"
"Because I woke up and realized that last night was the first of many more perfect nights to come. Every day I'll get to wake up and see your gorgeous face next to me in our bed and then I'll remember all of the incredible sex we had before going to sleep."
"So we're going to have sex every night?" She had recognized the male cockiness that slipped out in my statement and was smirking with her own naughty thoughts.
"No," I replied watching her smile dim just a little before continuing. "We are also going to have sex every morning and every afternoon. Maybe some snack time sex throughout the day also. You know, to tie us over." Once again sitting upright on top of me, she started laughing. In this position her body pressed into mine in all the right places and I had to grip her hips to keep from taking complete advantage.
"Jacob, if we have to buy that many condoms, people are going to think we're nymphomaniacs. Or that you're a pimp." Wrapping her hands around mine, she pressed down once before prying my fingers away and skidding off. I quickly followed suite out of the bed.
"No way. People are just going to be jealous that I have such a hot ass girlfriend who demands so much of my body." My arms encircled her from behind capturing her in a backward hug. She lifted her arms and I leaned down so she could wrap them around my neck.
"Ha ha, very funny, Jake. Not to disrupt your fantasies, but would you like me to make breakfast?" Damn her. She wiggled her ass suggestively and I had to remember we weren't solely talking about sex. I decided a compromise was the best bet.
"How about you let me tell you a little bit more about fantasies in the shower? Then I'll make us breakfast." Swatting her ass gently, she giggled at my form of play and then dashed off to the bathroom. I was more than hot on her heels and after we had depleted the hot water supply in the shower – Holy Fuck, her lips should come with a warning advisory – I made breakfast.
Over eggs and toast we discussed her proposed move. After hemming and hawing over the cost of hiring movers I told her we could simply take a couple of the guys from the pack with us. It wouldn't take loner then one day to pack everything and then the next morning we could rent a U-Haul moving vehicle to transport the stuff back to La Push. I wasn't worried about any costs or hassles but Bella was. After assuring her that all she had to do was put them up for the night in Seattle and feed them unlimited pizza, the guys would be more than willing. I wanted to tell her that even if they complained, I could just order it but that didn't seem to meet one of her imperatives and I kept the thought to myself. As giddy as fate was over the move, somehow they turned the tables back to discussing sex. With the grace of a drunk walking a tightrope I brought up the topic of contraceptives.
"Well…you know…if you wanted to…you could always get a prescription for birth control." Shit, I sounded like a drunk as well as I stumbled over the words any two mature adults should be able to talk about without being embarrassed.
"That's probably…there's a lot going on right now. Maybe we could revisit the conversation at a later time? I mean, we just agreed to me moving in." Bella was stumbling too but not in embarrassment. It was more like a nervousness and as usual, I had to wade through it on my own.
"Bella, it's not a life-long commitment getting on the pill. Why do you sound so nervous?" Reaching across the table, I clasped her hand. With a returning squeeze and smirk, Bella looked me dead in the eyes.
"Jacob, have you ever had to wear a paper gown in a room that could freeze water instantly while some stodgy doctor gropes your crotch? It's not the most pleasant of experiences." I really could have done without that visual and Bella could tell she had made her point.
Lounging on a recliner in the downstairs game room, I was trying to rewrite the schematics Vatan had destroyed. Bella was across from me, in her own chair, reading a book. My concentration was almost hopeless. Every time she turned a page my eyes would seek her out to stare, watching the lines of her legs, the curves of hips and usually resting on her chest as she breathed softly lost in thought. It was no better if I started at the top. Her hair floated around her and I would remember the feel of it as it brushed my thighs in last night's impromptu rodeo ride. Her lips were just as plump as they had been in the shower and I fidgeted as I remembered how she had used them to make me cry out for erotic mercy. Even her fingers, which gripped my hips in a perfect fit regardless of the activity, made me lost to all reason.
I was just about to get up and remind her of my promised snack time when the doorbell rang. We didn't get door to door salesmen out here and any of the pack would have just entered using the back door. Bella looked at me questioningly as I hesitated.
"Were you expecting anyone?" Bella inquired. Not wanting to sound like an idiot and tell her the only person it could possibly be was Fate, I shook my head and sprinted up to the main floor to answer the door. It's broad daylight; how bad can it be?
Swinging open the door I saw the retreating figure of a man jogging back to a Fed-Ex truck. Hearing the sound, he stopped and jogged back to me. "I'm looking for a Mr. Jacob Black?"
"That's me," I replied, twitching my ears. Even in human form, some habits were unbreakable and I relaxed, knowing this was nothing but a normal encounter.
"I need you to sign here for delivery conformation," holding out an electronic tablet he waited for me to take it.
"Conformation for what? I'm not expecting anything." Fate handed me the missing unease. Any contracts would have gone straight to my lawyer first. After affixing a ten hour price tag on less than an hour's worth of work, he would have called to let me know he was either sending them for a signature or explaining any loopholes he wanted to fix before I agreed.
"Look, I just deliver to the addresses, Sir. I'm not given an inventory of what's in every package I drop off." Oh, there was Fate. The man's voice was cocky and bored. I didn't appreciate it in the least and angrily I grabbed the device from his hands. Scribbling a signature on the pad, I handed it back to Fate's lackey. After typing some digits he handed me a slim envelope smiled and left.
Closing the door, I leaned back against it to flip over the package, causing a current of air to move across it. My hands began to shake and my nostrils flared as the distinctive stench penetrated my senses. Typed in neat, bold print was my name and address. There were no logos, return address or any type of clues as to where it had come from. Bella came out of nowhere with my ringing cell phone.
Smiling weakly at her, I answered, "Hello."
"Jake, it's Chris Haroldson from Asgard Holdings. Look, we've been reviewing plans and you are it. Your sustaining system for the Mars program has blown away all of the competition. I need you here, in L.A. on Wednesday, to meet with the investors and answer their questions. This is it, man!" My knees felt weak. Asgard Holdings provided an unlimited supply of products for NASA. A call from them asking me to join in one of their projects was like being invited to dinner with the president. Bella touched my arm and mouthed she was going back downstairs. VoldeVatan ran after her, bringing me back to the present.
"Uh, Wednesday? As in the day after tomorrow?" Chris and I were what one would call business friends. He had sat in on a few past presentations I had given and we often went out to share a few beers.
"Yes, this Wednesday. I know it's kind of short notice, but this project is ready to go. The government has been dicking us around and we finally got the green light."
"Chris, look, I'm flattered and all, but now isn't the best time for me to be traveling. Can't we just do a conference with this one?"
"Jake, I hate wearing the monkey suit and kissing ass as much as you do, but these guys are serious. We're talking over five billion total in labor and machinery; twenty million of which is yours alone."
"Twenty million dollars? Chris, I can't commit to such a large project as this. You're talking about at least a year and a half of labor and that's with fifteen hour days, seven days a week."
"No, I'm not. Jake, they only want you to build two of the models for them to take. You don't even have to construct them here. Once you've built those little beauties, a team will pick them up and you just have to devote a week at the most to go over the specs and procedures. I'm telling you, this is a dream come true." Fate showed me dreams: Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, John Kennedy. It wasn't the miracles these people had achieved that I was remembering. It was the fact that they had all been shot.
"You make it sound like a given. If they already want the models, why do I need to be in L.A.?"
"What is wrong with you? We are talking about twenty million dollars. Obviously they want to see you in the flesh and throw out scenario questions and such. We're only talking about three days, tops. I know you've been home for a month or so, don't you want to make your Quilquake people proud?"
"Quileute and yeah, I do but-"
"Jake, I know you. If this is about some pretty young thing just bring her along. You can't tell me your flavor of the week wouldn't be more excited to see the hustle and bustle of L.A. over the Ever-fucking-greens of dreary Washington?"
"Chris, listen. I'm all for the project going through, you know that, but this week-"
"Great, then I'll see you on Wednesday. Maybe we can all go out to dinner and I can meet the girl that has you so hesitant about completing your life dream. Right now, I have to go. Some government asshole is breathing down my neck about a faulty rig and I have to play official kiss ass. Don't let me down, my secretary will fax over the meeting location and what not. I'll see you on Wednesday." With a click he was gone and I groaned in defeat.
Of course, I had to go; I'd be an idiot not to. With the completion of this project I could easily retire for a few years and focus on just Bella. But I knew that in the envelope in my hand was some sort of devastating news. Checking to make sure Bella wasn't in the immediate vicinity, I slowly peeled open the envelope to see what awaited me. Inside was a lone piece of parchment with a hand written single paragraph. I only read it once and my throat turned dry. This couldn't possibly be happening to me and my response was mandatory and immediate.
Running for the back door, I yelled a quick hasty goodbye to Bella before stripping and phasing. With a single shattering howl, I took off. I only prayed that the pack joined quickly or there would be hell to pay.