A.N. Ok, sorry about the long time, again, but the holiday season is always crazy busy for me, anyways, I'm pretty sure I know what I want to happen next in the story, but if you have any ideas that you think are really cool after reading this chapter please feel free to tell me, because me ideas are a little to vague for what I would like them to be. So if you have any ideas that would be great, and if not, please enjoy! I really like this chapter, so I hope you do too!

Later that day Jacob and I found ourselves at the beach again, sitting contentedly on a whitewashed piece of drift wood. It felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of me after telling him about my father. I had been keeping my feelings to myself for so long it felt great to finally tell someone, and I was really glad that person was him.

"Why didn't he do anything? Caylib I mean," Jacob asked suddenly, breaking me away from my happy ponderings.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When he saw Sebastian kill the first time, why didn't he tell anyone?" He asked, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"I asked him that same question. The only thing he said was that he couldn't, I don't know why, but it sounded like Sebastian had threatened him or something," I told him, confused myself about the topic at hand. I did have a close bond with Caylib, but he had always been mysterious, never telling me more than he thought I should know. Sometimes I wondered if he thought I was too young, or was he really protecting me from something? Caylib was intuitive, that was a fact, and I'm quite positive he knew what Sebastian was all along, but why didn't he tell anyone? Did he think they'd label him as crazy? I thought that was what would happen to me, but I knew I could tell Caylib, I told him everything.

"Hmm, I wish I could ask him," Jacob mused.

"Well, he's in college right now, but I'm sure you'll get to meet him sometime. He's an interesting person, but I think you'll get along with Eddie a lot better, he's more of the sports guy. Raymond would probably bug you, he's kind of quiet. You'd like Amanda though, she's got a dark sense of humor," I laughed.

"Wow, you've got a bit family," Jacob whistled, I smiled.

"Ya, but it was fun when we were growing up, at least it was when I was with Edward and Caylib. Ray and Mandy were always out with their own friends, or thought they were too old to play with the little kids," I shrugged.

"Ya, my sisters are a lot older than me so we never really hung out together or anything," Jacob shrugged.

"Um, you don't have to answer this, but, what about your mother? Billy said she died in a car crash," I said, not wanting to make him feel obliged to answer if he didn't want to.

He just sighed and leaned his head back against my knee's, so I began to run my fingers through his hair, I knew he liked that.

"She did, die in a car crash I mean, I was only about six, so I don't really remember her, but my sisters were pretty traumatized, and my dad was put into the wheelchair, so, I guess it was pretty bad. Like I said, I didn't really remember it, but it was weird… not having her around." He sighed again and closed his eyes.

"Ya, it's weird not having my dad around. I was always really close to him and my brother's. I was a tom boy growing up until I hit middle school and I wanted boys to notice me in a different way. I would always help him fix the cars when my brothers were gone, and we'd go hiking and camping, my mom nor sister came with us, so it was just me and the guys," I smiled, remembering all the good times.

"And you like cars because of it. Did you know I like girls who enjoy the classics?" He asked with a grin.

"Nope, I wouldn't have guessed," I joked, kissing the top of his head, he laughed.

"Well, I do. Like that first time I met you, you remember? You were working under your car?"

"Ugh, I probably looked gross," I complained, remembering the day well.

"On the contrary I thought you looked pretty hot," he laughed, I laughed too, knowing very well that I thought he was the godliest being I'd ever seen, and frankly, I still do!

"Well, I'm glad you think I look hot covered in sweat and grease," I grumbled, but really, I found this conversation very funny because I knew guys thought I was hot when I would work on my car. The neighbor boys and Danny's friends would always tell me how good I looked, I always though it was hilarious. So I would wear little booty shorts and tank tops that showed my stomach just so I could laugh at how stupid they looked with their mouths hanging open!

"You looked pretty clean when I saw you, and smokin' hot," he added with a smirk, I smacked his head lightly.

"Were you checking me out, Jacob Black?" I asked with a grin.

"Yup, and I'm not ashamed to say so," he said, tilting his head to grin up at me.

"You know, you're lucky you're so cute or I would be kicking your ass by now," I told him, leaning down to kiss his lips, I could feel him smiling.

"Aw, just cute? Not even hot? What a bummer," Jake said, feigning hurt, I just rolled my eyes.

"Sorry, life's a bitch, suck it up," I told him.

"You can be so cruel sometimes," he pouted.

"I know!" Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, and we both burst out laughing.

"It's a good thing I love you so much you loser," I told him, hugging him tightly.

"Mmm, I bet I love you more," he grinned, running his large hand up my arm.

"Oh really? How much do you bet?" I asked him.

"Hey now, that's not fair," he complained.

"You're the one who started it. What would you bet?"

"Twenty bucks."

"Only twenty? I thought you were Mr. confident."

"Fine, thirty, but it's not because I'm not confident, it's because I'm lacking in the money department."

"Mmhm, sure, whatever Jacob," I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, what would it take for me to prove that I love you more than you love me, huh?" He challenged.

"I don't know, snort a pixie stick?" I offered, he laughed.

"Ok, find me a pixie stick."

"Aw, I'm just kiddin, Jake." I hugged him again, only to be pulled down from my perch and practically thrown onto the sandy ground. "Hey, what was that for?"

"For thinking that you could possibly love me more than I love you, that's offensive," he grinned.

"Ya, well thinking that you love me more than I love you is offensive too bub," I told him.

"Ha, you ran out of comebacks!"

"I'll think of something," I promised.

"Ha! I doubt it," he said, bending down to place a kiss at the edge of my jawbone by my ear, and my breath caught in my throat. Damn it, why did he always have to do that? Why? Stupid boy, always distracting me!

"Why don't you just give up? You know I've won," he whispered in my ear, nipping at it gently.

"Oh no, didn't you know? I never give up!" I said, trying to sound sure of myself, but I think it sounded a little breathy, due to his lips trailing a hot path down my throat.

"But isn't it easier that way?"

"So? It's lame to take t-the easy way out," I stuttered as he began to gently suck on my collar bone, nearly making me moan, but I held it in. I wasn't going to let him win! I will prevail!

His response was a soft chuckle as his lips descended into the 'v' of my shirt. I let out an involuntary gasp, and he chuckled again.

"God Jake, get a room will ya?" Came the voice of Quil. Of course he had to come ruin it, but we broke apart when we heard little Claire laughing.

Jacob helped me up as they approached, and Claire made a beeline for me, wrapping her tiny arms around knee's.

"Drina!" She exclaimed happily.

"Claire!" I yelled in response, reaching down and scooping her up into my arms, making her giggle.

I had spent a lot of time with the pack for the past month, but Claire was absolutely in love with me, and I think I loved her just as much. I had always gotten on well with little kids, and Claire was no different.

"Look at this cool rock Quil found for me!" She cried, holding up a shiny purplish stone.

"Wow! That's beautiful! Hey, how about I make it into a necklace for you?" I asked her, and her eyes lit up with wonder.

"Ya! With purple and pink beads!" She squealed happily.

"With purple and pink beads," I promised. That's when I noticed the guys having a serious discussion off the right. I didn't like the look that crossed Jacob's face as Quil spoke, and it seemed to get graver and graver with every word.

Before I could fully analyze the situation Jacob and Quil were back beside us and Quil was taking Claire out of his arms and wished Jacob luck before turning and heading back up the beach.

I turned to Jacob, my face questioning. He just looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. What had happened?

"Jacob, what's going on?" I asked, worrying eminent in my voice.

"Quil has told me that Sebastian is back in town-" I gasped. "-and he's staying with the Cullen's," he finished with a frown.

"What? Why?" I asked, completely shocked at this new revelation.

"Well, apparently he was once Carlisle's friend and it is simply a visit, but I have a feeling that what he really wants is to stay close to where you are, and do what I couldn't guess," he said, his face full of rage.

"Jacob, it's ok, we can handle this," I told him gently, placing a hand on his arm, he had started to shake slightly, but it calmed as I placed my hand.

"I hope you're right, Drina, but you need to tell me everything you know about him, and I need to get in tough with your brother," Jacob said sternly.

"Ok," I said, swallowing down the bile that had just risen in the back of my throat. Sebastian was evil, that was it, I didn't want to go into specifics, but Jake needed this information to survive, and I'd have to provide, so would Caylib, and I had a feeling he would be less willing to confess than I was... that was not a good sign.