I had been looking at Sam`s back for at least thirty minutes.

The only reason he was holding me over his shoulder and not slung over it was because he found out that I wasn't beyond pulling his boxers up and try to give him a wedgie while being slung over his shoulder. Completely childish but I took what I could to make my dissatisfaction known right now. Even if it was acting like a brat.

I was really tired of this no vote thing. Because clearly I had no vote. No one asked me if I wanted to be sucked into wolf town. No one asked me if I wanted to know that there was more out there than I thought.

Sure becoming Paul`s girlfriend had been my choice but really what choices were there out there for me? No one that's what.

Not unless I wanted A) For Paul to go insane thus leaving me with guilt extreme or B) Die a virgin and alone because no man with half a brain would even look at me when Paul was snarling and growling at every man that got within five feet. So I had taken the best option of becoming Paul`s girlfriend and see if there was any chance for this to work.

If it came back to slap me in the face then at least I had tried.

Paul gave me a half amused and half apologetic look. He had been slapped with an alpha order just in case I asked him to help me escape. Not that I would ever ask him to go against his brothers because I wasn't a heartless bitch.

Although the thought had been one of many desperate options I had gone by ever since Sam told me I had to go to this freaking meeting. But then again setting myself on fire or try to jump out of the car had also struck me. Neither of them very sane.

And face it. I had been in this position enough to know that when kidnapped by giants there were no escape routes.

The only thing one could do was to hang there limply while cursing them. Not really helping but calling Sam a huge ass with a serious do as I say complex had helped a bit especially when his left eyebrow started twitching a half hour into my rant. I couldn't fight my way out but I could make them reconsider the whole the end justify the means way of thinking and make them think twice before making me do anything I didn't want to do.

Billy Black smothered a smile as I was carried into the light of the bonfire and Sue Clearwater did not hide her amusement at all, grinning widely like I had just made her day. The others looked disapproving and Jack looked like he wanted to walk away from it all.

Me being somewhat related to him probably made my undignified transportation method embarrassing for him.

Sam put me down and kept a hand on my shoulder to prevent any escape attempts. Not that I would try. That would pretty much end in me being dragged back and I didn't have half the stamina or the speed he had.

"What did the leech want?"

"She wanted to make a truce. She said that all she wants is to keep Mrs. Heinz and Jan safe. She says that they are her descendants whom she has watched over since birth."

The eyes leveled at me were not at all friendly. It seemed I could add descendant of vampire with being a paleface. Goodie.

Like they didn't think this imprint was fucked up before.

Not that you could really be the descendant of a vampire since, well they were not fertile. I wasn't even sure what to call it really. Pre vampire descendant perhaps?

"Are you saying that an imprint is in league with a vampire?"

The way old Quil said it sounded like I was the enemy or at least in league with the enemy. Sam frowned clearly displeased with that assumption.

"No. Until recently Jan wasn't even aware that she knew a vampire. She has always believed the leech was a distant relative."

Yes please speak for me because I don't have a mind or opinion of my own. I am just an intended broodmare whose sole purpose in life was to create pre puppies.

"We cannot trust her. And as she isn't a Cullen we have no treaty with her."

I didn't bother listening as my opinion hardly counted. I wasn't a wolf. A Quileute perhaps but only because I didn't have a tribe and apparently I needed one to be an imprint. I didn't even pretend to understand the logic of that as it would probably give me a headache.

"What do you think Jan?"

I startled and looked straight into old Quil`s brown eyes. He seemed reluctant to even ask me.

"What?"

I heard Quil snicker behind me, a sound that was quickly choked as his grandfather gave him a stern look.

"This vampire. Do you think she can be trusted?"

There was only one answer. Gaia was a vampire but she was also someone who had always taken care of me. Given my mom and I a roof over our heads when dad died. She had babysat me often and been the one to learn me how to cook and how to sew.

Her being a vampire did not change the fact that she had been one of the most important people in my life and still was a very important person to me even if my comfort and stability no longer depended on her.

"Yes."

It wasn't the answer old Quil wanted judging from how his normally squinted eyes narrowed even further.

"She is a vampire. Not to be trusted. And you should know as you were attacked by one."

David Whitespear looked slightly purple and I got the feeling that he wanted to put me in a corner for a time out for voicing such an insane opinion.

"Should I be ducking?"

It was funny watching him and the rest of the council look at me like I was insane.

"What?"

"Well . You pretty much told me that I should not trust Gaia as I was attacked by a vampire. Your son threw a rock at me once. Should I expect you to do the same?"

He looked stunned for a moment as he had not known that Gareth had done that but quickly composed himself.

"That has nothing to do with this."

I shrugged and resisted the temptation to roll my eyes.

"That's a matter of opinion. I know that vampires drink blood. I know that ultimately I am prey to them and no I don't see myself fully trusting a vampire as it would be like trusting a lion not to chew on me when its instincts take over. But I do trust Gaia. To me she isn't just a vampire. I knew her long before I even knew vampires existed and knowing she is one now doesn't change the fact that I do trust her. All my life she had only my best in her mind. Knowing what she is only makes that even more special to me."

Judging from the looks I got it would be a miracle if someone didn't have a stroke soon.

"I trust her more than I do you."

Old Quil jumped on his feet with an amazing speed for such an old man.

"You are Quileute and we are your elders. You should both respect and trust your elders."

"Bite me!"

I winched. Perhaps I should have phrased that differently but even as I thought about stopping myself my mouth just kept running.

"You say I should trust you? No one asked me if I even wanted to be a Quileute and I sure as hell do not trust you. Trust is earned and you have not earned it. And don't think I do not know the only reason I am a part of this tribe is to make it a little more easier to accept that a wolf imprinted on a paleface. Yeah I get that I don't really have a vote but I sure as hell am not a mindless follower or a brain-dead broodmare and I do have a mind of my own and I do make my own opinions! So yeah I trust one vampire. Because the trust I had in her as a child has yet to be misplaced. As for you. To even stand here and demand that I should trust you when at least two members of this council have muttered….. behind my back several times."

Oh great. A Jan rant. Splendid. I just knew this was going to happen.

And that word. I had not meant to say it. I wasn't even sure what it meant but as I had never learned it in class and the tone it was always spoken with and the fact that it was always muttered indicated that it was a bad bad word and thus I had never bothered to find out what it meant.

And judging from the reaction around me I was right in not wanting to know.

Sam had gone as pale as russet skin could go. Billy, Sue and even old Quil and Jack looked shocked and Paul… Paul was furry and growling. It had happened so fast that I had not even expected it.

Most of the elders except Billy and Sue shrunk back as Paul waved his massive head trying to find the person he should attack. I glared at the growling wolf.

"Paul. We have had this discussion before. I can fight my own battles so be a nice puppy and sit."

Paul huffed but walked over to me and sat down looking sullen.

Seriously. I should get him one of those dog chew toys if he didn't stop sulking every time he didn't get to bite someone. Although that would not put him in a better mood.

As he often reminded me he was a shapeshifter. He did not have a furproblem as I tended to call it and even if he turned into a wolf he had no desire to lick his own butt or piss on trees. That one butt licking episode had a one incident thing and would never happen again.

I didn't believe that as he sometimes even looked at me like he wanted to piss on my leg to mark his territory.

He was still growling and I tugged his ear to stop him from scaring the shit out of the elders. Not that it wasn't funny to watch but most of them were old and could end up having a heart attack.

"So you are saying we should trust her?"

Billy looked at me not even glancing at Paul like his little explosion never had happened.

"Yes. She knows a lot and didn't seem to have any problems or reservations sharing. And she did save Paul`s ass because of me."

Old Quil didn't quite glare at Paul but he did look stern and somewhat disappointed.

"He would not have needed saving if he had not walked knowingly into an ambush."

Of course. Now why didn't that surprise me?

Without a second thought I lifted my crutch and smacked it over Paul's head.

"You moron! If you do that again then being killed by vampires will be your last worry as I will kill you myself!"

Paul whined and I could almost feel the shocked looks directed at me.

So perhaps smacking a horse sized wolf over the head wasn't the brightest thing to do but the wolf was still Paul just with more teeth. And I smacked Paul on a regular basis.

Old Quil took a deep breath and the shock on his face was replaced with determination.

"What do you mean by she saved Paul because of you?"

I tried not to wriggle at the mere thought of why.

"Because she said he smelled like me. She figured he was someone close to me and someone I cared about."

Although Paul smelling like me did have more with his inability to follow rules and stay on the floor as I had told him to. But I wasn't about to elaborate that part.

I made an inelegant attempt of getting up and would never have made it if Paul had not stuck his head beneath my arm and hoisted me up. Old Quil gave Paul the wolf a fearful look before seemingly composing himself giving me the same stern expression he had given Quil.

"Where are you going?"

Like I needed his permission to leave. I bit my lip trying not to go into another Jan rant of complete honesty.

"I am hopping home."

"Sit down!"

And that was the end of my patience and the end of what little restraint I possessed.

"Why? My opinion doesn't matter. You have already decided to not accept her help and instead entrust the lives of the people here and the wolves to what you know. Which I must say when it comes to vampires isn't much. I for one will not be the imprint that stabs herself to distract the vampires. Sure I am all for that everyone lives especially the wolves as I have come to look at them as annoying but well-meaning and somewhat a kind of dysfunctional family but I have no intentions of dying and frankly I don't like most of the people in La Push enough to sacrifice my life for them."

I put the crutch under my arm and glared at old Quil.

"So this faulty imprint without a vote is hopping home. And next time make some coffee so I can at least have something to drink when I waste my time."

Walking away unfortunately didn't happen as fast as I wanted it too. That damned cast made it impossible to make a quick or graceful escape.

I was halfway to the car when the rest of the pack trotted up to me. Surprisingly Leah was with them. Normally she avoided being with the pack when she could and I was even more surprised when she lifted me into the backseat of the truck and dumped down beside me. Leah took a deep shaky breath like she was holding something in.

"You know. I don't think Paul imprinting on you was that insane after all. Cause you don't sugarcoat things do you?"

It was like her comment sat all the others off.

Quil was clutching his stomach and I was shocked to see Sam leaning over the steering wheel while his back shook in laughter. I had expected him as the pack alpha to berate me instead it looked like he was crying with laughter. Even Leah was doubled over.

I sank back into the backseat.

See. I knew I wouldn't be able to restrain myself.

And I so wasn't going to another meeting with the elders even if they served the best coffee in the world. Not when it lead to this. Another Jan rant that left me feeling like my mouth had a mind of its own was not on my agenda.

It seemed that my defense when I felt pressured into a corner was to rant. Not exactly a skill aimed towards survival. Unless one counted being viewed as slightly unhinged was a way to survive.

Quil leaned over still wiping away tears with one hand and patted my head with the other.

"You really are precious you know that Jan?"

It wasn't sulking. Just wishing my mouth did not live a life on its own completely separated from my mind.

"Shut up Quil.»

Authors note: So the ….is a native word roughly meaning white whore. Couldn't find any translation for it but as you see from the reactions its something really really mean to call someone. Ty for the reviews=)