When I awoke from my deep sleep, I was disoriented and not quite aware of what happened and where I was. I didn't open my eyes, instead listened to the sound of my beating heart... and someone else's.
I froze in my sleep, straining to hear this unknown person's heart beat and movement. I wondered if I was in my room. I should be. But how should I know?

I inhaled deeply and feigned sleep, wondering if the person was human or not. If it was one of my brothers, they would be able to tell I was awake. However as I listened, this person seemed to not notice.

There was a turn of a page. Were they reading something? The diary!

I slowly open my eyes.

A set of yellow eyes stare back at me with a strange sort of curiosity.

"Raley?"

"Yes," she says as she sets my math textbook back on my small desk. She sits crossed legged on my dilapidated wooden chair.

I sigh and close my eyes again. "Why are you in my room?"

She shifts in the seat and it groans loudly. "I've been waiting for you to wake up."

I frown and sit up quickly, still keeping my eyes closed. "How long has it been?"

"Three days."

My eyes fly open and now I'm more fully aware of my surroundings. It's night time, and a pale light gleams into the dark room, barely illuminating Raley's face and her body, which is covered in black clothing, her long curly hair cascading down her shoulders.

"Three days?" I rub my eyes with my fists.

"I told you that you would be tired. Here drink some water, it will help the headache."

And then I noticed I had a headache. She handed me a glass... and kept handing me glasses after I downed them one by one. I notice the several glasses of water she has placed on the desk. They were all the cups I had in my house.

"Is this normal?" I ask after the fourth glass.

She nods. "Yes. He confused your body. It doesn't know how to respond so it reacts in different ways. Most common is the immediate thirst and headache."

I burp and she chuckles.

"How long does it last?" I ask, rubbing my forehead with my fingers, the pain splitting my head in half.

"Depends. Because you are a shape-shifter, only a few more minutes."

I sigh. "Good."

She gets up from the chair, stretching her full muscular body before walking over and sitting on the edge of my bed, pushing on my chest so I would lay down. I willing obliged.

"What were you reading over there?" I ask quietly, wondering what she found so interesting in my math book.

She shrugged, a small smile appearing on her face. "I love math. It's so... handy."

I frowned at her. "Who would have known? I heard people have done studies that mathematicians are always the quiet type."

She playfully slaps me and I laugh.

"You don't know anything about me."

I don't respond because it's true.

Raley slowly pulls out her necklace from under her black shirt. The moonstone is small, incased in a plain black cover. But if you looked closely, you could see small flowers etched into the side. A hidden beauty.

"Do you want to come back to my house? I have more food than you do. Plus your stomach was growling incessantly while you were sleeping."

"Sorry."

"Come on, let's go."

She gets up and grabs a back pack by her feet. I slowly get out of bed, testing my legs. At first a bit wobbly, my legs seem to be able to hold me up steadily. I grab the pair of tennis shoes Raley let me borrow and slip them on my feet.

She opens my bedroom window and disappears into the black night. I shortly follow her.

We run out into the night, the cool summer air biting at our skin. The light jog pace she's set feels good on my stiff legs.

She knows where she's going as we zigzag under the soft moonlight. How long was it till the full moon? Soon. The forest seemed a bit brighter than usual. But it didn't seem to bother Raley, so it didn't bother me.

There's a growl and Raley immediately stops. I jerk to a halt behind her, almost knocking her over.

Paul stands in the middle of our path, his eyes penetrating into mine. Anger. Betrayal almost.

"Move Paul," I say firmly, hoping Raley will back me up and say something also. She doesn't.

He huffs, his powerful stance straightening slightly in ignorance. But within a few minutes of staring, he slightly sags and disappears back into the woods.

I watch him leave, slightly wondering what had inspired him to do that.

"Come," Raley says quietly, and she begins to walk, instead of running.

"I wonder what that was for," I say to her in the darkness.

She doesn't respond.

We reach her house and its large, luminous shape towers on the small mountain side. Her black Jaguar parked next to the house outside of the garage has frost on the windshield. It is much colder up here than where my house is. I wonder if she feels the cold unlike me.

We enter her house and walk straight to the kitchen where there are papers spread all across the island top. They have all kinds of numbers and calculations on them, formulas from what I could see from far away.

"What is this?" I ask as she opens the fridge to peer inside.

She shrugs, preoccupied with finding food. "An experiment."

"Experiment?"

She pulls out some eggs and bacon and sets them on the counter. She searches for a pan and then sets it on the stove, turning the knobs to start a flame underneath.

I pick up a piece of paper and hold it up in front of the light. I recognized some things from my chemistry class, but I had no idea what the chemicals and formulas were. Words were written out beside some of the equation, like unreliable, and too strong.

"Are you trying to... make something?" I ask, still evaluating the paper with scribbles.

I feel her body heat next to mine as she looks at the paper with me.

"I'm trying to come up with a serum for silver. It's quite complicated actually. I had to extract some of my own blood and watch it react when silver was added, then I had to breakdown the substances in my blood and see what was in it and evaluate which one reacted with silver the most. Unfortunately every chemical in our blood reacts with silver, which is why it's so dangerous, therefore meaning the serum would have to stop the reaction with each chemical. And trust me, there aren't just a few."

I raised my eyebrows, impressed at how easy that seemed, and how I wouldn't have been able to figure something like out on my own.

"So, any new leads?"

"Yes actually, thanks to you."

"Me?"

"Your blood," she says simply, taking my hand in hers and rubbing her thumb over the spot where she had bitten me. "When I bit you, your blood reacted with my venom, but instead of hurting you, it kind of made you immune to my venom...almost like you absorbed it into your system. Understand?"

I nodded, feeling a slight thumping in my hand. "It's hurts sometimes though."

"It will. And I don't think I can fix that."

I snatch my hand away. "So what, I'm your human experiment now? You didn't even bother to ask my permission first?"

She glared. "You didn't let me get to my point dumb-shit. By injecting my venom into your bloodstream, you are now immune to my venom, which means if you were ever attacked by a werewolf, his venom wouldn't kill you, or seriously harm you."

Her voice is calm but her eyes are full of annoyance.

"A simple 'thank you' would suffice," she growls before going over and beginning to cook the eggs. I immediately feel guilty, but I don't admit it.

"So uhh," I say, trying to start a conversation, "do you ever talk to Beck anymore? I mean, he was your pack leader and all you know."

All I hear is the sizzling of the bacon as she cooks it over the stove. She doesn't want to talk, so I walk into her living room and collapse onto the couch. The TV remote is on the glass table in front of me so I take it and press the on button, the large flatscreen lighting up before my eyes.

I flip through the channels, trying to find something interesting when I hit a news channel.

"...Late last night there was a man found dead in his apartment, police say it was a homicide...There are no immediate suspects at this time...no name so far, but investigators say he was in his late forties and wearing a blue gemstone around his neck..."

I blanched. This was in Port Angeles, a man in his mid forties, wearing a blue gemstone... was it the werewolf Raley and I had encountered? The one that had possessed my mind?

I was so mesmerized with fear and shock that I hadn't noticed Raley standing behind the couch next to my head, eating eggs from a plate in front of her.

"I guess that takes care of him," she says nonchalantly, before handing me my plate of food, her eyes never leaving the TV.

"Any leads?" she asks while chewing her food.

"No... but why aren't you worried about it?"

She shrugs. "It happens a lot. Just like with wolves, they get defensive when another wolf enters their territory. So there must have been another wolf, or possibly hunter that didn't want him in their territory."

"And that werewolf wouldn't be you?"

She looks down at me, her eyes glowing but unreadable.

"There's more food in the kitchen if you want some."

She walks back to the kitchen, ignoring my question.

I look down at my food and realize how hungry I am. I scarf down the food in seconds and find myself walking back into the kitchen, wanting more.

Raley sits at the island, scribbling on the papers again, her calculator reading a large decimal number.

"Is it ok if I have the rest?" I ask as I walk over to the pan still half full of eggs. She nods and I greedily help myself to the rest of the food.

For the rest of the early morning, we watch TV together, her still scribbling down numbers on a clipboard of paper while I flip through channels during commercials on the movie we're watching.

Somewhere in the night Raley lights up a cigarette and begins to smoke.

"You smoke?" I ask her, staring at the small smoking stick between her fingers.

She stares at me. "You don't?"

"No. I'm sixteen!"

She takes a small huff, watching the smoke dissipate in front of her. "Oh."

"Haven't you heard smoking is bad for you?"

"For humans, yes."

"Which you are... mostly."

She groans. "Please Jacob, be logical. If the smoke did anything harmful to my lungs they would eventually heal themselves."

"Whatever."

I cross my arms over my chest and stare back at the TV. I guess I'd have to get used to the smell of smoke.

I begin drifting not to long after that. Even though I had been sleeping for what seemed like forever, my body was still pulled into a lulling sleep.

The darkness closes in around me, images swirl and faces begin to appear in front of me.

"Dylan, it's your turn to teach Raley," Beck says to Dylan who's sitting lazily on the couch, watching football on the television screen.

Beck crosses his arms over his chest, staring down the teenager on the couch. Cooke suddenly appears, his body perfectly healthy, his gate crooked, with a slight limp.

"Eh, get your lazy ass out the couch Dylan. We all got to take our turn. All it is is simple math. You know, one plus one, two plus two," Cooke says, waving his hands in front of the TV.

Dylan groans. "Go get her to come down here and I will."

"Where is she by the way?" Beck asks, pulling out the math textbook they had bought from the bookstore not to long ago.

Beck had been wary about sending Raley to school. There could be children of hunters that would recognize her eyes and necklace. It was too dangerous, and Beck didn't want her to be put into any kind of danger.

"Last time I saw her she was upstairs with Camille doing something or other," says Dylan lamely, switching off the TV.

Suddenly, Camille screams.

"God Raley! What the hell?" She screams, and there are suddenly loud footsteps as Camille runs down the steps.

Beck, Cooke, and Dylan race toward the steps. Beck reaches it first and grabs Camille by the shoulders.

"What's wrong? Where's Raley?"

Camille yanks away, anger written all over her face.

"She fucking bit me! That's what's wrong!"

Beck's face turns from confused, to sympathetic in a matter of seconds.

"Are you ok?" Cooke asks, reaching out for her arm will the small bite marks implanted into the flesh.

"Yeah," she says quietly, her angry eyes gazing back up the stairs.

Dylan, who's been silent the whole, staring with his mouth open, has started to laugh. "You got all pissed because the little girl bit you?"

Everyone turns to glare at him.

"Shut up asshole!" Camille yells at him.

"That was uncalled for Dylan," Beck scolds, before nodding at Cooke and heading up the stairs.

"Raley?" he calls out quietly as he reaches Camille's room.

Raley is sitting in the middle of the floor, her small legs pulled up to her chest, and a large book opened in front of her. She sniffles and her body shudders slightly as if she had been crying.

"Raley honey, what are you doing?"

She quickly wipes the tears from her eyes and pulls her legs closer to her body, shoving her face into her knees.

Beck walks over and slowly crouches down next to her, sliding the book across the floor and over to where he can read it. The book is Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. He raises his eyebrows, surprised that she, being only six had started reading a book by Jane Austen, something he hadn't been able to accomplish till the seventh grade.

He slowly closes it and sets it on the desk next to him.

"Raley would you like to tell me what happened?"

She doesn't say anything, but then slowly lifts up her head and stares straight ahead, the wetness of her tears making her eyelashes stick together.

"Do you like to read?"

She nods multiple times. "Yes."

"Can you read big books like that?"

"I try. They have more words than the picture books. I like more words."

He brushes the hair from her face. "So what did Camille do?"

"She wouldn't let me read that book."

"Why not?"

"She said I was too young and wouldn't understand it. But I wanted to read it. She tried to take it from me."

"And so you bit her?"

She rubs her eyes. "I was angry."

"That's no excuse to harm other people."

"I can't help it."

He touches her back, rubbing it softly. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know."

"Do you feel angry a lot?"

She hesitates then slowly nods. "A lot."

"Do you know why?"

"I don't know why."

He stands up, slowly picking her up with him. She wraps her arms around his neck as he sits down on the bed. He positions her legs so she's sitting sideways on his lap.

"Raley I want you to listen to me, this is very important, can you do that? Can you listen to me?"

She nods.

He sighs. "Anger is a natural thing that everybody has. Some people, just have a lot more anger in their heart than others, and I think that sometimes you have a lot of anger in your heart, and that's ok. But we can't let that anger control us and the way we treat other people. Understand?"

She nods again.

"Anger can lead us to do many stupid and hurtful things. When we are angry, we don't see the full picture, and we act on what we think at that time is the best thing to do, and most of the time it's not. Like biting Camille, it was an act of anger, and it didn't make the situation any better. It hurt her, and we don't want to hurt anybody, right?"

She shakes her head.

"Right. So instead of taking our anger out on other people, we can find a way to vent our anger through something else, that isn't harmful. Like me, I get angry a lot, more than I ever show. You've never seen me angry before, have you?"

"No."

"That's because when I'm angry, I vent it through something I enjoy to do. I paint."

She looks up at him with her deep yellow eyes.

"Instead of getting angry and smashing things, and hurting people, I paint. It helps me learn to control myself, and also control others around me. Because I know that if I stay calm, so will everybody else. Now all we have to do is find something that helps you. Painting probably isn't your thing. I know you don't quite have the patience for it, but that's alright. You have a lot of energy."

She grins slightly.

"So come on, you need to go say sorry to Camille."

He sets her down on the floor and she takes his hand in hers as they walk down the steps to where Cooke is bandaging up Camille's arm.

"You know, it's too bad you aren't a werewolf Camille, that woulda healed right up!" Dylan jokes as he sits on the table next to her, holding her hand.

"I checked her blood, it looks like there wasn't any venom injected into her blood stream. It looks like she'll be alright." Cooke's firm face reassures the worry Beck feels.

Raley slowly walks up to Camille, her eyes trained on the floor, her hand securely locked on Beck's. He urges her forward.

"I'm sorry I bit you Camille," she murmurs quietly, too ashamed to look her in the eyes.

She smiles lightly, all the anger gone from her face. "It's alright. I should have let you read the stupid book anyways."

Raley's eyes slowly travel up to meet hers, almost as if she didn't believe Camille would forgive her.

Then suddenly the images swirled, the colors blending in with one another, the darkness starting to close in all around me until I was completely left into the darkness.

I don't notice what time it was until I began to see the first stray rays of sunlight streaming through the window.

I sighs and rub my eyes, leaning my head back against the couch.

"Sam will be wanting you to run patrol this morning. I suggest you go so he doesn't come back here and kick my ass."

I look over at Raley, her body curled up on the couch, her clipboard full of numbers on the ground by her shoes. I suddenly wonder if she had fallen asleep and I hadn't noticed.

"Yeah you're probably right."

I stand up and stretch my legs, yawning as I make my way over to the door.

"Thanks for the dinner, or breakfast, or whatever that was."

I hear her get up and pick up her clipboard. "No problem."

I race out into the woods and phase. It feels good, even though my body still felt exhausted. I think about the dream. Beck was right about her having a lot of anger in her heart. He could see it in her eyes. But Raley was good about keeping her emotions in check, even though once and a while she'd let them out. Beck seemed like an alright man, someone that I suddenly had the urge to meet. I wanted to know so much more! I had so many questions about what Raley had done and what had happened between her and Beck that had made her leave the pack and never return, let alone even talk to him.

"Jacob? Hello Jacob? You there man?" Jared's voice echoed in my head.

I snapped to attention. "Sorry, I was thinking."

"That's so weird. For a couple minutes there your mind went completely blank. I thought you had phased back to human."

"That is weird," I agreed, trying not to think about Raley's secrets.

"So anyways I was kind of thinking, you still have that diary?"

The diary. Shit.

"I couldn't get it open," I lied, proving it in my thoughts of me struggling to open it. "I think I'm going to give it back."

"What? No way! She'll beat the piss out of you! Just give it to me and let me work my magic," he begged.

"No!" I said almost immediately, before realizing what I had said and backing down slightly.

"Why not?"

"Because I think it's wrong reading somebody else's diary, even if they're good or bad."

"Since when did you become morally pure? Or you've already read it and know something we don't!"

I growl as I run, wanting him to shut up and leave me alone about it. He growls right back.

"Stop worrying about me and think about that stupid World of Warcraft game you always play."

He snarls, and I can hear the embarrassment in his head. I laugh.

"Shut up you two," Sam's voice suddenly pops up in our head.

"What's up?" Jared asks.

"We are having a short meeting at my house after you two are done with patrol," Sam says, before phasing back to human, leaving me and Jared to patrol in our own thoughts.

"That's absurd!" cries Jared, throwing his hands in the air.

"I thought you said she was leaving!" Embry yells.

Paul sits slumped on the couch, an angry expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. I stand motionless by the entry way, Bella standing by my side, a worried expression spread across her face.

"I'm not saying I quite agree with Old Quil's judgement and decisions, but he knows what is best, and if he thinks it's ok for her to be here, than we have to deal with that and trust that that it is the right thing to do," Sam says authoritatively.

Paul scoffs and shakes his head.

"She's not as bad as everyone seems to think she is," I say quietly.

Everybody's eyes train on me. "I mean, she may be rough and tough on the outside but she has some goodness in her. I mean, she saved my life a few days ago. That counts for something, right?"

"Ok can you stop with this worshiping thing? Jacob, you're obsessed with her. She's all you think about. It's almost as bad as you were with Bella," Paul spits.

I feel the rage of fire start to build in the pit of my stomach.

"Shut the hell up Paul," I growl, my face turning red.

"Paul that's enough picking on Jacob. Honestly, I'd like to see him kick your ass again," Sam comments authoritatively.

The room goes silent and I try to swallow my anger. I look over and notice Bella standing next to me, her face still red, her eyes trained on the floor.

"All and all what I'm trying to say is, she's going to be sticking around for a while so we should start treating her with respect and welcome her into our group. I know it will be hard because there are some of us here who haven't exactly hit it off well with her, but we just have to try and be nice. Ok?" Sam holds his hands out, palms up in negotiation.

Paul grumbles and shakes his head before walking out of the house. The rest of us remain silent. I hope that with Sam's new attitude things will change with Raley and with me especially. If only they could see the good in her that I do.

After the meeting I take Bella home. We drive in empty silence. I don't think either of us really want to talk to each other at the moment. I think she might be upset with me but I couldn't tell for sure. Nowadays it seemed like Bella was upset everyday.

Once I drop her off I pull out my phone and dial Raley's number that I got from her the day of the attack. I listen to the rings and when she doesn't answer I hang up.

Maybe Paul was right. Maybe I was too obsessed with her. Every moment I felt like there was a place somewhere in my head thinking about her, worrying about her. But who should I be kidding? Why worry about someone who's a killer?

She's not a killer.

Yes, I'm right, she's not a killer. She made a few mistakes. I mean they were all killed when she was a werewolf right? Or was she?

This question bothered me. She did say she had killed vampires, and lots of other people, but was she referring to when she was a werewolf or when she was human? The dreams I'd been having were making me think it was werewolf. How could such an innocent girl hurt so many people? One answer. Yes. Of course. She killed the werewolf that was following us. It had to have been her. Who else could it have been?

She killed that man! She's a killer!

No. No she's not a killer. He tried to hurt us. He tried to kill us. It was self-defense. She was trying to protect me. If I was her I would have done the same.

If she's capable of killing a hunter, who is strong, and smart, and tough, couldn't it just be as easy for her to kill you? Even the rest of the pack?

Of course. But she doesn't want to hurt us. If she wanted to hurt us she already would have. Simple. Raley is a good person. I can prove it.

"Jacob?" My father's voice interrupted my inner monologue.

I turned my head away from the TV, my body remaining slouched on the couch. My father's eyes were full of concern and worry.

"What?"

"I've been saying your name five times now. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking."

"I heard about your little riff with Raley. How's your head?"

I touched my fingers to my temple. "Never been better."

"You be careful around her, Jake. I've heard stories."

"From who?"

"Old Quil."

"What did he say?"

"A few things. I just want you to be aware of everything she's doing around you."

"Dad, I'm not a child."

"I know."

I turned back to the TV and crossed my arms over my chest. We didn't talk for the rest of the day.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! There will be more memories soon and the story will start to pick up again! Thanks to all my readers :) Oh and by the way, I found this amazing drawing that really looks like the Raley I picture in my mind-except the fact the picture doesn't have her scar-but all in all, hope your enjoying this story as much as I am! So if you want to look at the pic there's a link on my profile! Any questions please ask! Love you guys! :))