"Yes?" Jacob asked as he picked up the phone. He didn't like it very much that the bloodsuckers were calling him.

"Jacob," Edward replied on the other end.

"You…" Jacob started; his voice was almost snarling, "you dare to call me?"

"Look, I am not in town anymore. I called to ask you to take care of Bella. She needs you and I know you can help her."

Jacob was surprised. "What? Why now? What's going on? Sam says you're with someone else and broke up with Bella?"

"Yes, it's true. There's another vampire that passed in the area and I connected with him. He's my mate."

"So you just dumped Bella, leaving her brokenhearted and all, for a man? You gay?" Jacob sneered. He could hear Edward sigh.

"Think of it like your imprinting." This shut Jacob from his next snide remarks. "I imprinted on this vampire. There's no changing that. I know you understand this. So, I am asking you to help Bella, take care of her and help her to get over it. She needs you more than ever now."

Jacob remained silent for a long moment. He very much understood what Edward was saying about imprinting. To look upon someone and find your whole world right there, no matter what. That person was it, and you're entirely devoted to them. He knew the feeling all too well because he felt it when he changed. He sighed before replying, "I've been trying to get a hold of her. She's not answering my calls. Charlie says she is going to Florida tomorrow."

"Go over there. She'll listen to you. I got to go, good luck."

Jacob sighed, "Very well. Thank you." He hung up his phone and stared at it for few minutes.

His father, Billy, wheeled up to him in his wheelchair and asked, "Jacob?"

The teenager shook his head. "That was Edward. He's asking me to help Bella."

"Oh?"

Jacob looked to his father, the elder of his tribe. "I have to tell Bella."

Billy nodded.

"Bella," Charlie stood in his daughter's bedroom door, leaning against the frame. He sighed deeply and stepped in. His daughter wrapped up in her purple blanket like a burrito, her face pointed toward the window, looking morose. He sat on the bed and rubbed his face. "Come on, Jacob has been calling. You're better off without that Cullen boy."

Bella shifted, and her pitiful voice came from deep in the blanket. "I love him."

"Really?" Charlie's tone was skeptical. "You guys has been dating for what…" he counted on his fingers before replying, "Three weeks? Bella."

Bella shifted and pulled her blanket in tight, grousing. "You don't understand."

Charlie rolled his eyes and stood up. "Yeah, yeah. You're still going to Florida for few days." He heard the door-bell ring and stalked out of Bella's room.

Bella closed her eyes; they felt dry and itchy from crying all night. Ever since she was taken away from Cullen's place, she had no idea what happened the in-between time she has left and home. All she remembered was the pain of her heart torn in two. She remembered somewhere in the haze of heartbroken tears, Charlie had gotten her ticket to go to Florida to spend some time with her mom for few days, and she would be flying out the next day.

Edward was something special, she knew. She had figured out what he was with the help of Jacob's hints. She frowned as she recalled his vague story of the cold ones. Then she focused on the other aspect of the story, about the Quileutes' wolves. She thought about it.

She felt her bed dip again, but it was deeper and the heat coming off from the person was immense. She shifted and peered through her blanket to see inky black hair and muscular shoulder through the tight shirt.

"Bella." The deep voice belonged to Jacob. She felt his big hand land on her side on top of the blanket. She could feel the heat seeping through the layers of fabrics, amazed at how it felt. It was opposite Edward's cold hard skin, and Jacob was blazing hot. It was like the sun and the moon when it came to them.

Jacob looked at her and gave her a sad smile. She dug herself halfway out of the blanket and said, "Jacob. What are you doing here?"

"You didn't take my calls."

"How did you know?"

Jacob scoffed and looked away. "Charlie told Billy, and Billy told me. Sam also knows. And he called me."

"What?" Bella asked bemusedly.

"Edward called me." Jacob grounded out with a bite in his tone. "He told me what happened." He saw the pained look on Bella's face and sighed. "Bella. He's not the one for you."

Bella looked away, and tears started to stream down her face.

He reached out and grasped her hand, feeling it was cold, and started to rub them. "He's a bloodsuckers. He's dead. He's not the one for you."

"You don't understand," She repeated what she had told her father. "We had something."

Jacob's jaw clenched. "No." He dropped her hands. "No, I do understand." He looked away. "I understand what's it's like to love someone but not being loved in return. It's hard."

Bella blinked, wiping her tears away, and turned back to Jacob. "What?"

"It's something. I'll explain someday." Jacob softly replied. "But, Edward told me about this other guy." He snorted. "Never thought he's gay." Bella frowned. Jacob waved his hand in dismissal. "But," He sighed.

"What is it?" Bella implored. "There's something you're not telling me." She looked at him, realizing something. Jacob looked different. He looked bigger, as if he grew several years overnight, his body bulking up in muscles. His hair had been cut short. "You've changed. You're like… buff."

Jacob gave a soft snort through his nose. "Yeah, that's what bloodsuckers would do for you." He muttered.

Bella frowned. "Jacob. Does it has to do with the story you told me a while ago?"

Jacob looked up, and his eyes connected to Bella. Bella nearly gasped, seeing the intense look in his black eyes. She felt warmth grow inside her belly and swallowed nervously. "Jacob?"

Jacob stood, breaking the eye-contact, and started to pace in Bella's small room. "Bella… I really… Ugh!" He ran his hands through his short hair. "Oh fuck it." He turned and sat down, grasping Bella's hand. "Because you know about the Cullens… and you're my…"

"Your what?" Bella asked.

Jacob shook his head. "Never mind that for now. Remember the stories I told you? Well…" He started to tell the tale about his tribe's ancestor, the first shapeshifter and the cold ones.

"They'll be here soon." Alice said as she tossed the ball in the air and catching it again.

Emmett grinned, "Bring it on." He smacked the baseball glove.

Rosalie swung her bat around and posed on the first base, "Alice. Let's play."

The other Cullens had spread across the empty field in the forest, dressed in baseball gears. The sky churned with storm cloud. Alice poised and waited a moment, her eyes glazing over before she pitched the ball.

The ball whizzed in the air, whistling and smacked against the bat that came upon it at the same time as thundercloud cracked in the sky, masking the thunderous crack of the ball and the bat. Rosalie dropped the bat and ran as the ball soared over the field. Jasper and Emmett ran to catch it.

Rosalie zipped around the bases, and upon reaching the home base, she slid and touched with her toe at the same time the ball in glove came down to the Homebase. She looked up to see Emmett grinning down at her, having caught the ball and warped to the base to strike his wife out.

"Safe!" Esme called out and laughed.

Rosalie stood up and brushed her pants, and then leaned up to kiss Emmett. "Next time, maybe. Love."

Emmett chuckled. "Would be fun if Edward and Harry was here."

Rosalie nodded and turned to see Alice turning to face the right felid. Everyone moved to collect around her.

They watched as three people emerged from the forest. They were barefoot, dressed in a mixture of fashion. Two men, one pale with long dirty blond hair, another African-American with long dreadlocks and pasty dark skin. The female had long reddish curls cascading down her back in wild locks. She had white fur around her shoulder. They all had red eyes.

"Hello." Carlisle stepped up as a father figure and leader of the coven.

The dark-skinned one smiled. "I am Laurent." He appeared to be the leader. "And this is Victoria," His head leaned to the woman to his left, then to his right, "and James."

"I'm Carlisle. This is my family." Carlisle's head moved to gesture to his family beside him, "I am afraid your hunting activity has caused something of a mess for us."

Laurent's eyebrow rose, "Our apologies. We didn't realize the territory had been claimed."

Carlisle gave the nod and replied, "Yes, well, we maintain permanent resident nearby."

"Really?" Laurent asked, surprised, and it was not common for vampires to settle down permanently. The majority of them were nomads like them, moving around constantly. He looked to James, seeing the other vampire eyeing the coven. He needed to talk to James; they had been overstaying in the area far too long. There was something up, and he is beginning to not like it. James was a hunter. He likes to hunt down specific people that attracts his attention.

James smirked as he eyed each of the Cullens.

Laurent turned back to Carlisle and smiled, "Well, we won't be a problem anymore. We're just passing through."

The red-headed woman spoke up, "The humans were tracking us, but we lead them east. You should be safe."

Carlisle smiled at her, "Excellent."

Laurent chuckled, "So, could you use three more players?" Alice and Rosalie glanced at Carlisle. The older man looked serious. Then Laurent noticed the hesitation from the Cullens family. "Oh, come on. Just one game."

Carlisle sighed and replied, "Sure. Why not? We'll bat first." He tossed the ball to Laurent.

It was Victoria who caught it. "I'm the one with the wicked curveball."

Jasper snickered, "Oh, well, I think we can handle that."

"Ooh." Emmett snorted.

Laurent laughed, "Well see." He turned and headed toward the first base.

James didn't move. He stared across the field.

Laurent turned to James. "James? Come on."

James smirked, "Never mind the game… I picked up a scent." Then he was gone.

Alice's eyes widened as they glazed over, and she gasped. "He's after Bella."

"What?" Rosalie snapped.

Laurent frowned. "What's going on?"

Carlisle snarled and zipped up to Laurent, grabbing the other man's shirt, and growled. "Didn't we agree that you would not interfere in our territory anymore?"

Laurent's eyes widened as he held up his hands. "We're just passing through. We will leave."

"And this James?" Carlisle grounded.

"He's a hunter, once he pick up a scent, there's no changing his mind." Laurent explained.

Carlisle pushed Laurent away. "You two, leave. Do not come back to the Olympic northwest ever again. We will not be lenient again. You both and James will not hunt down anyone here anymore."

Victoria narrowed her eyes, grasping Laurent's arm, and whispered. "If they kill James…" she trailed off.

Laurent held up his hand to silence her. "We will leave. Our apologies." Then they both were gone.

Esme asked, "What's going on?"

Carlisle turned to his family. "It's James that is the problem. He's a hunter and tracker. So we need to stop him."

Alice nodded. "He has found his next victim. It's Bella."

Emmett cursed under his breath.

"That girl is so much trouble." Rosalie groused.

"I'll need to contact Billy Black." Carlisle said as they headed toward the jeep and climbed in.

"So…" Bella started as she wiped her mouth with the napkin. She and Jacob had talked through the afternoon, and he stayed for dinner. She had digested the story he told her about his tribe being a shapeshifter, turning into wolves when the vampires are around. "Some of you are already shifting into wolves now?"

Jacob took a deep drink from his glass, finishing off his meal. Charlie had long left the house to go into the office to do some paperwork. He then put the glass down and nodded. "Yes." He had not told her that he had phased and now is one of the few that can shapeshift into wolves, let alone that he is the supposed Alpha of the pack. Technically, Sam Uley is the acting Alpha, but by birthright, Jacob is.

Bella eyed Jacob and pushed her now empty plate away, and folded her hands on the top of the table. "You're one of them." She simply said, taking in stock on how much he had changed seemingly overnight. Jacob blinked and held her gaze for few long seconds before slowly nodding. She softly gasped, "Oh."

"Bella," Jacob started, but she held her hand up, silencing him. He clamped his mouth shut.

"Uh, just let me think." She said, standing up and collecting the dishes and went over to the sink, washing them. Jacob sat in silence, allowing her time to think. The sound of water running and clinking of the dishes filled the room.

Finally, after the last dish was washed and put aside to dry. She turned around, leaning back against the counter. "You… turn into a wolf. A giant wolf."

Jacob looked up. "Yes."

"Why are you letting me know this?"

Jacob opened his mouth and then shut them again. He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure if he should tell her or not. "It's…" He grimaced at the thought of Bella exploding in anger.

Bella has always been sharp. It didn't take her very long to figure out that Edward was a vampire. Now she has a werewolf in her dining room. She held up her hand and closed her eyes. There had to be something that is leading toward her needing to know he can shift into a giant wolf. "Let's see… there's a vampire family living here in Forks. They have peace treaty with your people to not bite or drink from people." She opened her eyes to see Jacob looking at her intensely. "Okay. With the proximity of vampires, so some of you Quileute becomes into wolves. But there's more… You're not telling me that has to do with Edward and this new vampire."

Jacob bit back a whine and scrubbed his hand on his face in frustration. "Ok. Ok. You probably gonna get mad at me. But you have to know." He stood up and went over to her, standing very close and wrapping his hand around her waist. She gasped softly and leaned her head onto his chest, allowing him to drop his head onto her head. They stood there for a moment. She felt like she was safe in his arms, warm and content. She didn't know why but it was like she belonged there. He finally let her go and stepped back.

"We have something that we call Imprinting. When we find our one true mate, we imprint. It's like the whole world in that person, the one." Jacob started. "That person is the true mate, the only one. We are what the person need us to be."

Bella blinked and processed what Jacob was telling her in her mind several times. Then she asked, "Like as in soulmates?" She paled, remembering Edward and that strange vampire. She finally made the connection, Edward had, in a sense, imprinted on the vampire, and there was no changing it. A single tear dropped down her cheek. Fear clawed its way around her heart as she stared up at Jacob. She has already lost one she loved, and she was afraid to lose another even if he was her best friend. It still stung to lose people.

"Yes."

"You imprinted on someone already?" She asked, her voice shaking. She saw Jacob stiffen. She gasped, "You did." It felt like her heart was breaking all over again for some reason she could not explain. Her voice was tiny, and she forced it out, "Who?"

Jacob looked up and saw the heartbroken look on her face and rushed to her, collecting her into his arms. He nuzzled into her hair. "Oh Bella. It's you."

She inhaled and looked up at him with surprise.

AN:

2 chapters in one day... I'm generous. This one was done at the last minutes because I wanted a little side view of what's going on with the Olympic groups. I'd like to keep them in loop with the story since they will be essential for later. Few things changed - Jacob phased earlier and imprinted on Bella! Yep, that means no Renesmee here.

We'll be back with Edward and Harry next.

Thank you for the wonderful reviews/favorites/follows, I've been enjoying them and they motivates me! I didn't realize many people were still reading this kind of crossovers. I was just doing it for fun and to get it out of my head. This story is on AO3 too, but the only difference is that there are images I drew for the story included there. The images are also on my Deviantart page, under same user name.