Oh my god guys this is the last chapter before the epilogue(s). There may be multiple epilogues!

A very familiar voice shouted in my mind making me rear back and flail against the tree, whining.

ALYSON?!

FUCK Jacob's loud! How the hell?!

It's a mind link. Just think your reply.

I snorted

Then stop being a loud-fuck. It hurts.

Well, I'm soooorrrryy! I didn't mean to be loud, you just phased in front of me! How was I supposed to react?!

I snuffed, sprawling on the forest floor.

How's Emily? I didn't mean to, um, rough her up.

Jacob stayed standing and loomed over me. Ha he wasn't that intimidating.

Her scar healed. Oh fuck, you're in huge trouble Alyson. Or rather you were. But since somehow your saliva healed Emily's scars you're not in as much trouble. The elders are going to want to talk to you and everything but Sam is on your side, dude. As is Emily of course, the entire pack and pack girts are too.

I don't feel like dealing with anybody. For the day. For the rest of the week. For the rest of my life.

Jacob's nose nudges mine playfully.

By the way, where did you guys go? Charlie was just about going mad because you and Bella were gone.

I snarled and leaped up, stalking away from the oaf.

No fucking comment. I don't want to talk about it.

I got the impression of surprise.

I gave him the impression of exhaustion.

I turned back to humanoid form and cursed when I found that clothes didn't phase with me.

"Fuck it all!" I growled and just stumped back towards Charlie's scent.

Eventually Jacob stopped following and I was able to sneak into my room by carefully breaking in and invisibly making my way to my room.

It was as if it didn't change.

Well we were only gone for approximately three days.

It felt like we were gone for months. I walked into my room and just put on a large t-shirt and underwear, too lazy for anything else.

I heard Edward and Bella talking from her room (super-duper sonic hearing, remember).

I pressed a palm to my chest to ease the pain before a flash of blood red caught my eye.

My Marcus festival cloak was cleaned and repaired, and the bag of stuff was returned.

I went out on a hunch and figured Edward delivered my stuff. I wanted to burn the shit immediately.

And then I realized my phone was in the little bag and I took it out and flipped through the texts.

Several from Charlie.

Several from Jacob.

Several from Carlisle and Esme.

A few from Billy.

One from Emily.

I wanted to crush the little plastic thing, but I didn't and I set it down forcefully, breathing hard.

Their conversation was a murmuring in my peripheral hearing as I went downstairs to get a glass of water.

As I was nursing a glass, I closed my eyes and listened to the heavy snoring of Charlie, the almost silent whisperings of wind in trees, and the hum of kitchen appliances.

And then.

"You'll just have to meet one condition: Marry me first."

The glass slipped out of my hand and shattered at my feet in a spectacular display of liquid and silicon shards.