I have to let you all in on a little secret; up until a few days ago I had no idea why I had had so many vampires coming onto the Pack's lands. Not to fear however, I've figured it out in a way I think you will all find very interesting! I won't say any more, you'll just have to wait and see! ~Arianna
I woke up feeling warm and content, curled up in Jacob's arms, lying on the couch. I looked around the living room in the dim light of a cloudy morning. The fire burned low in the grate, embers glowing and popping occasionally. My bra and underwear lay on the floor next to Jacob's boxers; we hadn't bothered putting them back on last night. Last night… Memories flashed across my mind of the erotic things Jacob and I had done together. Shivers of pleasure ran through me at the thought. A few years ago I would have been scared shitless of the idea of having sex before I was married; not because I thought it was wrong but because if my mother had found out she would have disowned me. I had never really wanted to have sex with anyone though so that had never been an issue until Jared came into my life. And yet even after all I went through with him I was happy and proud to know that I wasn't afraid of being touched or kissed by Jacob and that I thought was a great improvement from a few weeks ago. I was also very proud to say that Jacob and I were not what people like my mother would call 'stereotypical teenagers'. We were mature enough to know what we were doing and had been safe about it; 'Unlike most of the young people your age,' my mother would have said with her noise in the air.
Jacob ran a hand through my hair and I jumped, having not realized he was awake and watching me. I look up at him and he smiled warmly. "Good morning my love," he said. "Good morning," I said smiling and leaning up to kiss him. He kissed me back passionately. He sat up with me in his arms, the blanket that had been over us falling down to around my waist. "Are you ok," he said breaking away from me. "What do you mean," I asked, puzzled. "Did I hurt you," he asked, already looking guilty. "Nope, I'm a little sore, but in a very good way," I said smiling slyly. "I didn't scare you, did I," he asked. I flung my arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as I could. "I could never be scared of you Jacob," I said, knowing he was still worried about being like Jared. He locked his arms around me, pressing his lips to the crook of my neck. "I just wanted to make sure," he whispered against my neck, "After seeing how scared you were when Jared walked into that clearing… I never want you to be afraid of me, afraid of me hurting you like he did." "I'm not scared of you Jacob, I love you so much and I know you would never hurt me, not ever," I said. "I love you," he said, raising his head off my shoulder to look at me, "I will never let anything hurt you." I kissed him deeply, inserting my tongue into his mouth and not breaking away from him until we were both out of breathe. "We had better get something to eat," he said and then glancing down at our naked bodies, "And maybe we should put some clothes on." I smiled at him slyly, "Do we have to," I asked. He chuckled as he stood up and lifted into his arms, blanket and all. "At least until we get off patrol," he said and I giggled as he carried me into my room.
Once we were both dressed we ate bowls of cereal before heading over to Sam and Emily's. It was cloudy and still sprinkling as we walked across the yard. We met Sam and Paul as they came out of the woods, soaking wet and grumpy. "I'm taking a shower and then Arianna, Leah and Seth are going on patrol," said Sam and walked inside without bothering to put on his clothes. Paul slipped on his shorts and sneakers and then jogged back to his house to see if Emma was awake yet. Jacob and I walked inside to wait for Sam. We sat down on the couch and I curled up in his arms. "How is your leg," Jacob asked me, running a hand up and down my thigh. "I haven't taken the bandages off from yesterday but I would assume that I'm one hundred percent healed," I said. I began pulling at the top of the bandages to find the loose end when I hear Emily come down the stairs. I looked over the couch and took one look at her and got up. She looked just as pale as she did last night but in the dim light of the grey sky outside she looked worse. "Emily, are you ok," I asked with concern. "You wolves, I thought it was just the guys but I think you're all over protective," she said grumpily. I guess Sam and Paul weren't the only ones in a less than cheerful mood this morning. "I'm sorry Arianna, I didn't mean to be short with you, I'm just tired," she said with a yawn, "I didn't get much sleep last night." "It's alright Emily," I said. I put the kettle on the stove and lit the flame below it to boil water for tea. As I made tea Emily sat down at the kitchen table; something was up, I knew it. Well I should just add that to the ever growing list of things I have to worry about, I thought to myself. I sat down with Emily with two cups of tea and milk and sugar. As she drank the tea Emily's color improved but she said she wasn't hungry when I offered to make her something for breakfast, "I'll make myself something in a little while, but thank you," she said. Leah, Seth, Emma and Paul came walking in the door just as Sam came walking back downstairs, "Ok, Arianna, Leah and Seth, you're on for this morning," he said and then began making himself a cup of coffee. We all nodded and stood up to walk outside. Jacob followed me to the door and gave me a kiss before turning and jogging in the direction of his garage. I pulled off my clothes my bandage, revealing a completely healed leg. I tied the clothes loosely to my ankle with a belt and then fazed. The woods were dark with less sun light filtering through the canopy of leaves than usual. Drops of rain fell through the gaps in the foliage and slid off the leaves soaking our coats through. Seth stayed in the center of the woods while Leah and I patrolled the perimeter; passing each other at least once every hour.
We all kept up a running conversation about how we varied from the werewolves of human legends to pass the time. "Do you know if there are werewolves in other parts of the world," I asked, "I mean, the Greeks and English have werewolves in there most ancient of legends and stories?" "It's possible I suppose, but then humans are so bad at recognizing anything out of the ordinary. For example they almost never see the odd behavior of a vampire trying to blend into their community as being suspicious," said Leah, "They just shrug off any misgivings with simple excuses for their behavior. Take the Cullen's for example, the kids at the high school all think that Edward and Alice and the rest never come to school on sunny days because their parents are nature freaks and take them hiking." "Back to the legends of Greek mythology though, we were born with the ability to faze, but in the legend of Lycaon, he is cursed for a crime against the Greek god Zeus and forced into a wolf form permanently," said Seth. "Look who knows his Greek myths," I said appreciatively. "You know a lot about them too, a lot about werewolves in fact," said Leah. "I made a point to study Lycanthropy, including all of the werewolf legends, when I realized I was one," I said, "I know that in Europe back in the 17th and 18th century one of the defining characteristics of a werewolf in its human form was a uni-brow." Seth and Leah laughed hysterically, "You know, that's kind of insulting, I mean a uni-brow!" said Leah through her laughter. "We do have to give the 19th century Europeans some credit though. In their medieval folk lore werewolves were known to dig up corpses and devour them. We don't dig them up, but we do kill corpses that walk and talk and suck blood," I said. "I just think it would be nice if there were a legend in existence, beside our own, that doesn't make us out to be crazy, murderous beasts that come out to play when the moon is full," said Seth. "Don't we all," said Leah.
By the time we ate lunch and were back on patrol the steady drizzle had turned into lashing rain once again. "We are all going to smell like wet dog," I said. The chill of the rain didn't bother us through our high body heat but we all looked like we had taken a dip at La Push and we weren't too pleased about that. Seth and Leah went back to their house when patrol ended but I walked in the direction of Jacob's garage and then transformed behind a tree and changed into my clothes. I was drenched in seconds; the rain pelted my bare arms as I ran towards Jacob's garage. My hair was plastered to my head but wavy at the ends; even when soaked to the bone it was curly. Patrol without him in this weather had been miserable; even with Leah and Seth keeping me company. I ran into the garage and walked around my Jeep to find him fixing up his bike. He stood up to look at me as I came in and putting down the wrench he had held in his hand he opened his arms and I walked into them. "How was patrol," said Jacob. "Wet," I said pulling away from him before I got his t-shirt wet too. "I can see that," he said chuckling. I pulled my hair out of my face and tied it up with a hair tie I had around my wrist. My clothes were already beginning to dry; the water evaporating where the cloth touched my skin. "Your leg feeling alright," he asked, bending down to examine it. "Yep, not even a scar," I said. "Good," said Jacob quietly and I felt him touch his lips softly to the spot. I shivered slightly and he stood up, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around his waist and took a deep breath in of his scent. He smelled a little like motor oil but underneath that was the smell of the woods and blueberries. I could also smell my own scent on him and I felt my wolf stir with contentment at this. "I can smell myself on you as well," he whispered into my ear, hugging me tighter. She's mine, whispered Jacob's thoughts. I stood on tip toe and kissed him, I am yours I projected to him.
Jacob and I ran hand in hand to Sam's house for dinner. The down pour had not let up and there were warnings state wide about possible water level rises which could result in flooding. A fire was going in the hearth and Emily had made a big pot of beef stew for dinner. We all sat on the couches to eat and when we were done Sam got up. "Carlisle called me today," he said without preamble, "He wishes to have a meeting with us; all of us." "At the stream," I asked. "No," said Sam, "He wants us to come to his house-." "Why the hell does he want us to come into his house," Paul interrupted, "Why can't he just tell us at the boundary line." "Carlisle said that the information he has is of a sensitive nature and does not want any unwanted listeners overhearing it," said Sam patiently. By the look on Sam's face he didn't like the idea of entering the Cullen home but it looked to me as if we wouldn't have a choice; we needed to know what was going on.
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