This was the part I had writer's block on. I knew what I wanted to have happen but getting there was the problem. Hope you like it. Thanks to my beta, Kate Pedroso. Please review!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and her Twilight series. Stephenie, I hope I did Jacob justice.

When Embry and I returned it was early evening. We parked behind Bella's truck and walked around the house. Billy was sitting back in his chair next to Charlie, but his leg was now up on another chair, with Sue placing a pillow beneath it. Emily and Kim were sitting at one of the picnic tables, but Quil Sr. and the rest of the wolves were nowhere to be seen.

"Can I get you anything, Billy?" Sue asked.

"Don't go doting on the man or he'll expect it from me when the rest you leave." I tried to keep my tone light. Billy looked up, his face unreadable.

"Now where did you disappear to, Jake?" Charlie questioned. He looked concerned and for some reason that bothered me. He had been Billy's best friend for years, but right now I wished he would just go home. Being able to talk freely amongst ourselves about the coming meeting would be helpful.

"Just having a bad day, Charlie. I needed to go for a walk," I shrugged. Why bother with any other answer; he wouldn't understand. Charlie frowned. I'd been short with him all day. He was used to me having a more friendly demeanor, and I wasn't acting like 'myself' right now. "Where did everyone else disappear to?"

Emily answered. "Paul decided he would rather have pizza for dinner, so he and Jared went into town. Quil and Seth took Quil Sr. home, and Sam ran home to get our wedding invitation for Bella. I have no idea where Leah ran off to. They should all be back fairly soon."

"I think I'll get back to the dessert I didn't get to finish off before." I headed into the house. Embry followed me in and we eyed the desserts laid out on the counter.

"Mmmm, brownies!"

"Hands off, buddy, those brownies are mine!" I wasn't going to pass up Bella's brownies no matter what. They were like heaven in a pan, an instant mood elevator. Instead of grabbing a plate I just took the entire pan and a fork outside while Embry picked up an apple pie. We sat down across the fire from Charlie and Billy.

Charlie laughed. "Jeez, Jake. Save some for the rest of us."

I looked up and smiled, holding my hand up in defense of my food. "Hey, you can get these anytime at home. I've got to enjoy them while I can," I mumbled happily between bites.

"Don't go picking on me either; there are at least three apple pies in there," Embry said as he forked more pie into his mouth. "If you're bored or headed in to get some for yourself, I could use a glass of milk…or a gallon."

Charlie shook his head in disbelief. "Where do they put it all?" he asked Billy.

"Where does any teenage boy put that much food?"

"I put it right here," I said, patting my washboard stomach with pride. It was one absolutely wonderful thing about our transformation; it increased our metabolism; we could eat whatever we wanted to…and lots of it.

Charlie looked down at his own somewhat pudgy stomach. "Well, I don't think I should eat an entire pie, but one slice probably won't hurt. Billy, do you want anything?" he asked as he headed towards the house.

"I could use some of Sue's apple crisp if there's any in there. If not, just toss something on a plate."

Embry raised his hand with his finger up, chewing until he could swallow enough to speak without food falling out. "Don't forget the milk!"

Once Charlie was safely out of hearing range Billy spoke up. "We'll have a pack meeting tonight after Charlie leaves to discuss the treaty amongst ourselves. Carlisle was hoping to meet sometime soon. We'll have to bring Quil back for it and get Collin and Brady here if we can."

"Collin and Brady are out of town, camping with Brady's family," I reminded him. "Did he say anything after I left?"

"I'll let you know tonight. Call the meeting but don't say what it's about for now. The last thing we need is for Paul to lose control with Charlie here." Just then Charlie returned, gallon of milk in hand.

Embry reached for it greedily and started sucking it down in big gulps.

"You're welcome," Charlie said, laughing heartily.

When half the gallon was gone Embry finally spoke. "Ahhhhh, oh that hit the spot. Thanks Charlie." Everyone broke out in giggles; Embry had a huge milk mustache on his face. "What? What's so funny?"

I just shook my head. We gave Embry a hard time for awhile until Sam returned. Emily eagerly grabbed the invitation from him and handed it to Charlie with a huge smile on her face.

"I would really appreciate it if you could pass this invitation on to Bella. The time I spent with her this spring meant a lot to me, and it would be amazing if she could come."

Charlie smiled. "I would be happy to pass it on to her. I'm glad Bella made such great friends." Charlie rose from his chair and looked around at all of us. "Well, I guess I should be getting back. Thanks for inviting me over, Billy. I had a great time…even with the ER visit." He shook Billy's hand. "Take care of that leg."

"Will do. Thanks for coming, Charlie. I'll see you next weekend for the game." He waved as Charlie disappeared around the house. "Well it looks like we can start this meeting sooner rather than later. Jake, go call Quil and ask him to bring Quil Sr. back. Try calling the Clearwater place to see if you can reach Leah."

"Billy, do you mind if Kim and I stay for the meeting?" Emily asked.

"Of course not Emily; you two are part of this family. We don't keep secrets from each other."

I went inside and called Quil Sr.; Seth and Quil were still there, playing on the new Xbox 360 Quil had gotten for his birthday last month. "Quil, Billy has called a pack meeting. When can you guys be back?" I finished my conversation with Quil and then left a message at the Clearwater's for Leah before going back outside.

Paul and Jared had come back with boxes of pizza. "I figured that the leftovers from lunch wouldn't be enough for dinner, and I was feeling generous," Jared replied. "Of course Paul finished most of one in the car so…seven pizzas."

We all dug into the pizza and the leftovers from this afternoon. Soon enough, Quil and the others arrived and Leah sauntered back not long after them. After almost everyone had finished Billy decided it was time. "I called Quil Sr. back here tonight so that we could have a pack meeting. There is something we need to discuss with everyone." Sue settled herself on the right side of Billy, Quil on the left. The rest of us closed in around the fire as the night started to darken.

"What is this about?" Sam asked, his brow furrowing. I could understand his confusion. We didn't normally have pack meetings unless there was trouble or some kind of planning to do.

"Carlisle Cullen took care of me today." The mood became unsettling, people shifting around in their chairs. Paul emitted a low, deep growl. "He wants to call a meeting between the pack and the coven to discuss something we knew was coming."

"Bella's transformation I assume," Sam said. Billy nodded as Paul's growling slowly rose in volume. "Give it a rest, Paul," he ordered. Paul's growling ceased.

Billy continued. "They want to renegotiate the terms of the treaty. I honestly don't see any way around it." He looked around at everyone, waiting for someone to voice their opposition.

Paul was just waiting for the opportunity. "No way around it? Why don't we just follow the terms of the current treaty and take down the coven when they turn her!" he yelled. Anger was rolling off of him in waves. He reacted just how I did this afternoon, and I realized how rash I had been. Paul and I had never reacted alike before.

Billy tried to reason with him. "Paul, what do you think would happen if we went to war?" Everyone looked between Billy and Paul.

"We'd take them down," he said confidently.

"All of them? Do you really think the pack would be able to kill all of them?"

Paul faltered. He looked around for support but received none, so Billy continued on. "What do you think would happen to the pack if we were to go to war?"

Again Paul was silent, swallowing convulsively and shaking his head. "We outnumber them, we can take 'em." He was still trying to justify a fight, but his voice was weak.

Billy closed his eyes and sighed. He waited a moment before he went on. "You might be able to kill some of them, but not all of them. Even though you outnumber them I don't think it would be possible. In the meantime, there would be casualties on both sides. Not all of you would walk away, and I'm not willing to risk that for a decision Bella has voluntarily made."

"I agree," Sue said. "The coven gave their word not to turn another again. However, they where never given a choice on whether to be turned, and I feel that this coven would never turn someone against their will. Bella is making a conscious decision to become one of them. She knows the end result. She knows what she will become. I, too, don't want to risk any of your lives over that." She looked to Quil Sr. for his opinion, but he simply nodded his agreement.

"So we're just going to let them get away with this without any consequences?" Again, Paul's reaction was so similar to mine that I started to feel ashamed of myself. I'm such an idiot. I can't believe I never thought this through before. Then he turned to me. "Jake, how do you feel about that?" He must have thought that I would give him support in his argument, but I couldn't do it.

"They're right, Paul. As much as I hate it, there's nothing we can do but re-negotiate."

This seemed only to anger him further. His arms started to shake, his shoulders going rigid. "Sam?"

Sam continued looking at the fire, rubbing his temples. "I agree with them. We don't have a choice." Emily rubbed his back, trying to relax him.

Paul looked around the fire for any support. His growl returned when no one would return his gaze.

I frowned and looked back at Billy; I remembered my earlier question. "Was there something else he told you or asked you in the ER?"

Billy nodded but looked reluctant to answer. He looked at all of us, hesitating on Paul. "He wanted to let me know that they've invited other vampires to the wedding."

Everything was completely quiet for a moment while Billy's words sunk in. More growling erupted, and this time Paul wasn't the only one, though he was the loudest.

"What kind of vampires?" Jared choked out. We all knew what he was really asking.

"He said they share the same lifestyle as the Cullen's. They drink only from animals."

"Is this the coven from Alaska?" I asked.

Billy nodded. "They have not decided whether or not they will be attending, but he wanted to let me know ahead of time that they were invited."

"How thoughtful of him," Paul sneered. His shaking continued; it almost appeared as if he was having a seizure. The growling became louder.

"Paul, calm down," Sam ordered again.

I could see that Paul was trying, but he was unsuccessful. Even after all this time he couldn't focus enough to regain control when he was really upset. The shaking became strong vibrations, and soon his whole form was wavering. He turned and ran towards the forest. With a loud ripping noise he phased to his wolf form and was gone.

"Jared, go with him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. The last thing we need is for him to run into one of them," Sam said calmly. Jared nodded and headed for the trees, stripping as he ran along. After a moment Sam spoke again. "When are we meeting with them?"

"I told him I would discuss this with all of you before we decided on a date, but it will have to be sometime fairly soon," Billy said.

I nodded. "Might as well get this over with as soon as possible. What about next weekend? Anyone have plans?" Everyone shook their head.

"Next weekend then. We'll have to call them to let them know."

"Obviously they can't come here," Sam said. "And I do not want to go to their home. We will have to meet somewhere neutral and out of the way."

I thought about it for a second. "Why don't we meet them in the clearing where we attacked the newborns?"

"Seems fitting; it was the one and only time we've worked together," Embry said.

Sam nodded his agreement.

Billy looked around the circle. "We will have to come to some concrete terms before then. Anyone else have anything to add?"

Leah spoke up quietly, surprising everyone. "Why her?"

"What?" Billy looked up confused.

"Why are we making this concession for her, voluntary choice or not? Would we do this for anyone else in Forks, or is it just because it's Bella?" She looked up at me, then at Billy.

I looked at Billy and let him answer first. "I won't deny it. I don't think I would do this for anyone but Bella. She is Charlie's daughter and is important to Jake. She is making the choice to be turned. God knows I would rather she make any other decision, but I don't want her killed because of it. I know it would hurt too many people on both sides if we went to war."

I looked at Billy, grateful that he was more levelheaded than I was. I looked at Leah and shook my head, my voice strong and sure. "Not for anyone but her. I won't hurt her like that." I looked at Embry and gave a nod, thanking him for the talk we had earlier. He simply nodded back.

Leah looked at me for a moment. I didn't know where she was going with this. She confused me more than any of my other pack mates. She didn't say another word.

"Anything else?" Billy asked again. This time no one responded. "Okay, I'll call the Cullen's this evening and let them know." With that the meeting ended.

I stood up and stretched as Embry and Quil came over to me. "I think we're going to head out," Embry said.

"I've got to take Quil home," Quil said.

"Okay, I'll see you guy's tomorrow," I said. They would have to come back to help me return the extra chairs and tables. They nodded and followed Quil Sr. out of the yard. Leah headed toward the woods, still silent.

Everyone else started to clean up the rest of the mess outside as Billy called me over. "Jake, will you help me back into the house? I think I'm ready for bed," he said, sounding tired.

I wheeled him into the house and lifted him into bed. "No, wait; I told him I would call him tonight."

"Don't worry about it, Dad. I'll do it."

He looked up at me through saddened eyes. "Are you sure you can do it?"

"Yes, it'll be fine. I promise." I can get through one phone call, I reassured myself. "Are you hurting at all? Do you want something for the pain?" Billy just shook his head.

"G'night Dad."

"Goodnight Jake." He looked so completely drained. It had been a long day for him. I covered him up and then shut the door.

Once I got to the kitchen and laid my hand on the phone I hesitated. I'll call when everyone has gone home, I told myself. I took a garbage bag outside and helped clean alongside everyone else. When we were finished everyone said goodnight and then left. I put the fire out, gathered the chairs and tables together, brought in the bowls, and washed them before cleaning the countertops. When I was finished I realized there was only one thing left to do.

I reached for the phone again and pulled my hand away. I only knew one number for the Cullen's, and the thought of who might answer made my palms sweat. I wiped them down my jeans and took a deep breath. It took me three tries to dial the number correctly. My heart started to race as the other end rang.

"Hello?" It was exactly who I expected. Edward. Even as I thought his name my lip pulled back in an involuntary, yet silent, snarl. I don't think he recognized our number; he sounded curious as to who was calling. I took another deep breath.

"Is Carlisle there?" My voice sounded harsh but steady.

"Jacob Black." It was more of a statement than a question. He had to have known we were going to be calling.

"Yes. Is Carlisle there?" I repeated, trying to stay calm. The last thing I wanted to do was get into a conversation with him. I wasn't ready for that again; at least not tonight.

"Yes, please hold for a moment."

After half a minute Carlisle came on the line. "Jacob, it is good to hear from you."

"Well, you were expecting this call," I said sarcastically. Take another deep breath, just get it over with.

"Jacob, I apologize for this afternoon. I did not mean to upset you." He sounded sincere, and part of me relaxed.

I just went on with what I had to say. "We decided that we could meet with you next Saturday night, in the clearing where we fought the newborns. New terms will be discussed at that time."

"That sounds very reasonable." He sounded pleased.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Not at the moment. Thank you for getting back to us so quickly about the matter."

"Ok then." There was an awkward pause. "Bye."

"Goodnight, Jacob."

A/N: I didn't know how to write Quil, Sr at all so I took the easy way out and resorted to just keeping him silent. Come on people, please review. Hearing your comments makes my day!