I have to finish this because by July 2 because I'm going away for like a month, unless you guys don't mind waiting that long for a chapter? I figured I'd try to finish so you wouldn't have to wait. And thanks for all the reviews guys.

Chapter 13:

Jake:

"What did you say?" I wasn't sure if I'd heard her right, maybe my ears were playing really cruel tricks on me. It was like the one thing I'd been dying to hear she'd said and my heart wouldn't stop accelerating.

"I said I know where your girlfriend is" The girl said again… which meant I'd heard right the first time! I whirled on her, staring her down, looking straight past the Pack. The look I gave her should have been a clear sign that I was not in any kind of joking mood.

"Why should I believe you?" I could barely see her face in the darkness but there was no mistaking the stubborn set of her jaw. If it had been daylight, the look would have probably been described as indignant.

"Do you really want to risk not believing me?" She shot right back. I had to admit she was quick, she definitely wasn't stupid as far as I could tell.

For a few minutes it was silent while I debated her question as an answer. Did I want to risk not believing her? Obvious answer of no. But there was a risk- of her being a trap, a traitor, a diversion. The list goes on. We couldn't trust her for obvious reasons but she knew where Cara was, knew how I could take her back. That desire was so strong I almost didn't care about the risks, my one track mind was all Cara and I'd do anything- anything- to get her back. But…

I glanced around at the Pack, who stared right back at me, the same calculating thoughts in their eyes. No, I didn't want to risk not believing this girl but the risks against my Pack were even greater. With clenched fists and grinding teeth my gaze settled back on her.

"You have twenty seconds to convince me" I grumbled and the girl just sort of stared.
"How am I supposed to convince you in twenty seconds? That's like summing up World War Two in a sentence! I can't-"
"Fifteen seconds"

"I'm from the Pack that took her. I knew about the plan but I couldn't stop it because hey, who listens to a kid, right? Though David thought it was wrong too and… anyway! I know where they took her and I can take you there if you help me get my brother out too" A big gulp of air, her voice was strained by the end. Though I couldn't see her eyes, I felt them. "A Pack like that isn't good for a kid like my brother, or any kid actually"

Her words settled into silence. Quil and Embry shifted from foot to foot, Leah scowled at the world, Sam and Jared stood looking all thoughtful and Paul… well, he looked like he'd never seen a girl before which had me thinking. A cloud suddenly blew past the moon and the eerie gray glow seemed to turn the world into a completely different universe. I could finally see the girl who was possibly my only chance of getting Cara back.

"You left this Pack because it's obviously demented but abandoned your brother?" I asked. She looked down at her feet, her shoulder slumped and her dark hair fell across her face. I caught the slightest glimpse of guilt flash behind her muted eyes.

"It's… complicated. I couldn't just grab him and take him with me, they don't take well to deserters you know? Like the Army or whatever. I had to leave then come back and get him somehow" She mumbled.

I suddenly felt bad for the kid. She was younger than all of us and yet somehow I had a hunch that she'd been through more than we could imagine. More than sadistic vampires. Traveling around with a bunch of kidnapping lunatics would probably do that. Sam caught my eye and I saw them soften, cave a little bit. With a small sigh, I uncrossed my arms and tried to make my voice gentler.

"And you're helping us because…?"

"Because I need help getting my brother and you need help getting your girlfriend. Kind of makes sense, doesn't it?" Quil snorted at her response and I had a bad feeling he would try to turn her into his prodigy or something. She sent a flustered look at him, surprised, then looked back at me, hopeful.

There had to be a catch, I thought. Nothing ever happens this easily. Nothing I want to happen anyway. A sudden wind ruffled my hair, cooled my skin and I looked out over the edge of the cliffs. Waves crashed against rock, moonlight reflected the deep, dark blue of the ocean and sad, gray clouds coasted through the sky. The stars were out tonight. I wondered if Cara had the same view wherever she was and that made up my mind.

"What's your name?" I asked. Out of my peripheral, I saw her head come up. A cloud passing over the moon plunged us into darkness so I couldn't see her eyes again but they were wide and staring I had the feeling.

"Meghan" came her reply. I nodded to myself and turned back to the Pack.

A silent nod from each of them, even surprisingly Leah, and my heart started pounding from adrenaline, anticipation, excitement. No more hopeless feeling. Suddenly my entire body was alive again with the thought of a chase, a hunt for Cara. I could almost feel the rush of racing through the trees, leaving everything behind me. I felt myself smile before I could even think to control it.

Meghan looked from me to Paul to me to Sam and back again, looking at each of us in turn. I wasn't sure but I could almost detect a sense of shock, pride and happiness in the new set of her shoulders. I stuck out my hand, suddenly feeling way too grateful to this fifteen year old girl who probably knew more than I did, and felt her hand settle in mine, shook it lightly.

"Welcome to the Pack- well um, temporarily"

Cara:

David's grip on my arm was like iron. I was pretty sure all circulation to that side of my body was permanently damaged. He marched me through the throng of people, back up the creaky, grand staircase and through the dank, dark halls all the way to my room. Or cell. I already thought of it that way.

"Get in" He growled, so angry and tense I flinched and when I didn't move he gave me one hard shove into the dusty, cold, dark room. I stumbled over to the bed, barely managing to stay up right from the force of his push. My arm ached as blood rushed back down but I didn't dare to even so much as mumble an "ow".

The door slammed shut when he came into the room, something I was not expecting. David stood there, glowering at me like I was the bane of his existence, not saying a word but not really having to, the message was clear. I was afraid to move, to ruin the silence that was penetrated by the steady patter of rain on the roof. So I sat, he stood, and the silence stretched on almost forever.

Was he really that mad at me? For trying to escape? He had to have been expecting at least one attempt because who in their right mind wouldn't at least try? And what right did he have to be mad at me?! My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, varying from Jake- who was always on my mind- to Dad to Diana to… I don't even know what, just thoughts. Eventually, my back started to ache from being upright so long, my eyes started to droop and I sort of forgot he was standing there.

I was barely aware of the hand on my shoulder, the one behind my neck, didn't feel myself being gently lowered. I didn't realize until it had already happened that I was lying down and David was spreading a blanket over me. I cringed away from his hands, was surprised to see a flash of…something in his green eyes. For a second, I wished I was looking into Jake's instead.

"I'm sorry" David muttered, dropping the blanket and taking a step back. He shoved his hands into his pocket, a very Jake-ish thing to do. My heart ached at the thought of him. David must have seen the pain flash across my face because he asked, "Are you alright? Hurt?"

"Why do you care?" I shot back.

The bed groaned as I rolled onto my side, my back to him, the guy who had intervened on a very close run-in with the wolves downstairs. Maybe it wasn't fair but then again, he did kidnap me. If we were going on what was fair or not, I should at least be able to throw him off a very tall surface.

"I… don't know" He seemed confused at his own answer too. I had to fight the urge to turn and look at him, gauge the expression on his face. Instead, I focused my gaze on the trees outside the worn, etched window. After a minute, I heard him sigh, the floorboards creaked as he headed for the door. "Don't leave this room unless I'm with you"

As if I'm ever leaving this room again anyway, I thought and shuddered at the mental image of all those snarling wolves. It was pretty much an ensured thing that I would never be venturing outside unless Jake was out there waiting for me.

"David, why am I here?" Trees swayed outside in the breeze, the moon was hidden behind dark, grey clouds. There was barely any light in the old room but I could tell he was looking directly at me, his eyes piercing right through me even in the dark.

"I don't know" He said again. I rolled my eyes wondering if he knew anything. It figured that the guy in charge of me didn't know a thing. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, feeling colder than I ever had before.

"Where am I?" I asked and this time I heard a chuckle. The door creaked open, a little light poured in and I could still feel him looking at me. It sent shivers up my spine.

"That I do know, but I can't tell you" and after a minute, while I debated throwing something at his head, the door closed, plunging the room into darkness.