5.

The minute I got back to Emily's house, I ran straight to my room, lying to Emily about fixing my clothes. We shopped around in the small clothes shops that La Push and Forks had. I didn't grill Emily with questions like I was meant to, I restrained myself. I needed more evidence but getting them from Emily would not be a good move.

But I still needed evidence. So that is where I am now. Butt planted onto a chair, hands clinging onto laptop and fingers typing away. I searched everything up, trying to find the tattoo that was marked onto those Quileute boys. The tattoo looked familiar enough, but the very thought was at the back of my head. The Internet wasn't much help either. All it showed was tribal tattoos from different Native American tribes. It was no help. It didn't add up.

The growl from this morning was something, that's for sure. It wasn't loud or vicious like a mutt would give before it would attack its prey but it was still a growl. I didn't see any dogs around Emily's house, so the dog option is out of bag. The only reason I have for the growl would be that one or Russet men gave the growl, but ...

I shook my head.

Keep an open mind. Used the skills Gavin thought you. Look for loop holes, evidence! Anything!

I grabbed my laptop and typed in Quileute Wolf. I tapped my fingers on my desk and clicked the first link that I saw. It told me about the legends that the Quileute's had and I has to smile. The wolves here seemed to be protectors ... From the Cold Ones. Question is, what are the Cold Ones?

I rolled my eyes and shut my laptop down. I pondered on whether to ask Sam but what happened early on in breakfast, I decided to rather not.

My phone suddenly beeped. I grabbed it and answered.

"You have reached the pizza man, what can I get you?"

"Funny, I'm the one answering the call, not the other way round."

Isaac gave me a chuckle, "You seem to be having fun there, Bells."

"Yeah, as fun as being in La Push can be."

"Got any evidence? Leads?"

I was about to say yes, but the 'None' had suddenly slipped out of my mouth before my brain would even register it.

My eyes widened and the guilt hit me hard. I had lied to my brother about the evidence, breaking a rule already but also breaking a promise I made to myself. There were so many evidences out there, Emily and her scarred self and the growl! That's the biggest one but none of it seemed to escape. It just stayed bottled up in my mouth.

"Okay, keep searching." Isaac told me and I willed myself not to scream out in agony. "I'm only meant to call you every once a week for any updates, but you can call any time you want."

"Yeah, okay." I mumbled, trying to say that I have found evidence but nothing seemed to come out.

My brother mistook my guilt for my own tiredness, "Tired Bells?"

I nodded, though noticed that Isaac was in Arizona, he couldn't see me. "Yeah." I whispered softly.

"Get some sleep, I'll phone you next week."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hanged up. I tugged my sleeves to hide my face. I lied to my brother ... Why would I do such a thing?


I stayed into my room for the rest of the day until I got bored. I didn't understand what happened in the phone call. It was scary. Never in life had I every lie to anyone about the wolves. I would always say the truth and nothing but the truth. It was what made a good Hunter.

Besides killing werewolves, being a good Hunter would also mean never betraying your own clan. If you happened to lie in front of another Hunter about a werewolf, then it would mean serious death.

A great and legendary Hunter that was once my grandfather's friend served the Hunter clan for many years, but when he lied about where a certain female werewolf was, he was soon sentenced to his death. Later, we all found out that he fell in love with the female wolf and she was baring his children.

If Isaac just happened to know I was lying, that would mean death for me.

I furiously shook my head.

He could never betray you like that, none of your family could ever betray you to your own death, not unless you betray them first of course.

I grabbed my suitcase and ripped out the envelope that Levi wrote on. My hand skimmed the letter and I willed myself not to punch anything within my reach. Emily would be angry with me.

I opened the letter and withdrew a single note.

Bell,

If I ever become a full Hunter, I would follow you to Washington.

But right now, I'll let you do all the investigating. I'm sorry for the argument we had. I just couldn't let you go that easily. I nearly lost you once, I can't lose you again. But you thirteen before and now you're eighteen. You're stronger than before, smarter. You'll win this fight for us, you'll win for the Hunters and the innocent ones who died.

Be safe. I'll be with you soon.

- Levent

I sighed at my best friend's stupidity. Coming to Washington would be death sentence for him. I shoved the letter back into the suitcase and headed downstairs.

With the lying to my brother and the letter, all I wanted to do now was to slay some werewolves.

"Emily." I smiled as she jumped. She turned around and tsk me for scaring her but got back to her cooking. "Sorry, it's just so quiet in here."

The Russet males weren't here and neither was the girl – Leah. It was nice and peaceful. No drunken laughter echoing around the house, no talks about football. None of that. It was nice.

"It is, isn't it? The boys and Sam are gone but they'll be back for dinner," She paused to give me a smile, "That I'm sure it."

"Sam allows them to be here?" I asked her as I leaned on the wall. "I mean, twenty-four-seven?"

"Yeah, you could say the boys and him are like brothers, like this tight," She crossed her finger to show me just how tight Sam and boys were to each other. "Sam may be the oldest - being twenty four - but this relationship with the guys is almost like family. He would do anything for them, give them a roof over their heads, clothes on their backs and food on the table - even if it's my food on my table. Sam is acting like their big brother. Don't let their looks, or as you say, half shirtless attitudes fool you. They're been through a lot of things and Sam wasn't there to help them every time."

"He thinks of them as his own brother." I mumbled. "Even the young ones?"

"Even the young ones." Emily repeated my question into a statement.

I nodded, changing the subject. "When will dinner be?"

"Another hour or so."

"Okay, thanks." I started walking up the stairs.

"Bella?" Emily called out.

"Yeah?"

"Don't let Paul and his stupidity blind you as well. He's a nice guy, just turned the way and took the wrong path. Sam is helping him, but you can't change a man who's been through so much in a matter of time."

Now that was something I did not expect.

I nodded but said nothing.


Dinner was ... Different.

Everyone was sitting on the table and laughing around. I sat next to Paul - to Emily's happiness - and ate.

I could smell Paul and his musky forest scent. It was ... Nice. My brothers used to dunk themselves into perfume, it sickened me because of the manly smell. But Paul's scent actually smelt nice.

I haven't had a proper conversation with him, nor was I going to start talking to him. I don't even know why I sat next to him but the fact that something pulled me to him frightened me. I never felt such a pull in my whole life. It willed me to go to Paul.

I ignored the heat that was radiating from Paul and had a conversation with Jared.

"How are you find La Push?"

"Cold." Yeah, with Paul's heat I could go naked ... Not that I would want to ...

"It's like that." He laughed.

"If it's like that then why don't you wear a shirt?" I backfired.

"Nature baby." Paul mumbled, though I heard him. I stole a glance at him. He had spaghetti hanging from his mouth as we stared at each other. It wasn't exactly a turn on site but he made me laugh. His stupidity was just something to laugh about. He sent me a small smile to which I returned.

I didn't expect myself to be nice to Paul, he was just so immature and perverted when I met him but now he seemed nice. I remembered the talk he had with Jared, how I seemed worthy for a day or two then he is suddenly in love with me. I shook my head. It's not like I could even return his so called love. What I needed to return to was my mission.

When I was shopping with Emily, I noticed a club quite close by in Forks.

When it hits night, I would no longer be Bella, Emily's distant cousin; I would be Huntress Isabella Swan.

And she was coming out to play …


AN: Well, well, well … It seems like trouble will stir up in the next chapter … What trouble do ya think Bella will get herself into?

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