Okay. Sorry I haven't posted, I've been saving up the chapters so you can read it straight through, which means you HAVE to review at the end. I'll put up the last four tomorrow morning, like early cause I've got a plane to catch but yeah. The story will actually be finished by July nd. I swear I should get an award for this or something. Anyway, read, hopefully enjoy and deffinitely REVIEW!! Thanks :)

Chapter 14:

Cara:

After the first two nights, I lost track of time. I slept when I wanted to, for lack of anything else to do, woke up when I wanted to. Sometimes it would be light, others time it was dark. Early morning or late night. I was never sure how long I slept and never heard the door open. The only sign that it had would be the tray of food, carefully balanced on the shabby old desk in the corner. By the time I convinced myself that it wasn't poisoned, it was cold.

A few times David would come in, take the tray away and never once would I say a word. Just purposefully keep my eyes from looking at him, ignore his questions and comments. It was petty but it gave me a sort of satisfaction. Sure, I was kidnapped, but that didn't mean I had to be friendly about it.

I found out that during the day, the kids who belonged to this Pack would play outside, right below my window. I'd heard them first and in an annoying bout of boredom, I'd gotten up and watched them play soccer. Eventually, I could pick out the better players, the older kids and the younger ones. Some faces were even almost familiar after the third game I watched. But by that time I was about ready to scream.

Which was what I at the point of doing when David came in again, this time with a sandwich and a can of Coke. My stomach rumbled to my extreme embarrassment. It was worse when David grinned. He came over to the window, stood a few feet away, and held the food out to me but I ignored him, as usual.

"Come on, Cara. I know you've got to be starving by now" he taunted.

I was, really, really starving actually, but caving to him would be something I could never live down. For some sick reason, my mind had decided to play this stupid game and now I was regretting it.

A tall boy with shaggy hair, a little like Jacob's, scored a goal and ran around the makeshift field in a victory lap, some of the younger kids following after him. I smiled without actually meaning to and caught myself a minute too late.

"Nobody's going to kill you for smiling. It's actually considered normal in the world" David put the sandwich and the soda on my bed with a sigh and sat himself down right after.

Oh, great. I groaned internally. This was going to be a social visit, something I was really not in the mood for. What was wrong with him? Why was he constantly trying to start a conversation with me, someone who obviously did not want to contribute to one? I was seriously beginning to question his judgment.

The kids divided teams again, to be fair, and I looked away. My back was still to David, who still sat there, quiet as a mouse. With a sinking heart, I looked down at the onyx and opal ring on my left hand, bit down a sigh just looking at it, my eyes almost convincing me that I could see Jake's face in the smooth, dark surface.

"Another smile? Two in one day, yay me" David's ability to make me grind my teeth was really getting on my nerves. I curled my hand into a fist, hiding the ring from his view and mine. It was better if I didn't look at it too much.

"What do you want, David?" I finally asked. My patience had been slowly, slowly wearing thin. I guess you could hear it in my voice because he blinked his green eyes and grinned. He was always grinning lately.

"Just a conversation… oh, and for you to not die of starvation" He nodded to the food next to him. I prayed for my stomach to stay silent. It didn't. "Just take it, Cara"

"No" I said through clenched teeth. But I wanted to, so badly. I could almost taste the carbonated bubbles, taste the ham and cheese and bread. Not my favorite lunch but it was better than nothing… which was what I was going to have.

"You're being stupid" David told me. I shrugged and looked down at my feet, bare and cold because when I'd shifted what felt like ages ago, I'd left my change of clothes at home. However, I'd woken up dressed in a flannel shirt and baggy jeans. I didn't want to know whose.

Sunlight suddenly washed into the room as a cloud moved across the surface of the sky. I could see dust swirling in the air, felt a nice, gentle breeze caress my neck. I wished I could take a shower, comb out my way too tangled hair but I was too stubborn to ask. David was looking at me in a way that made me too uncomfortable, made me feel awkward in my own skin. Nobody had looked at me that way since….

David was up and at the door in seconds, before I could even blink. He'd shoved his hands in his pocket, his hair fell into his eyes and his jaw clenched and unclenched. He threw open the door with a surprising amount of force, barely flinching when it hit the back wall.

"Cara…"

"What?" I grumbled, returning my attention to the game outside. The girls vs. the boys, and the girls were winning. How ironic.

"I know you don't want to but…. You might as well get used to me, to talking to me. Get used to it now because soon…" He sighed and stepped into the hall, the door inching closed behind him. "Eat" he said and the door slammed shut.

Soon what? I stared out the window, then at the door, then at the food on my bed, confused beyond compare at the instability of David's personality. I knew he was complicated and hot-headed but this split-personality thing was really getting annoying. But what did he mean by that last statement? With the heavy feeling of failure, I went over to the bed and picked up the sandwich. My stomach rumbled the moment my hand touched the bread. One bite wouldn't kill me.

I sat and devoured my sandwich, wondering briefly when the next tray would come, and decided I wasn't going to wait for "soon". All I had to wait for was nighttime. I pulled the tab on the soda, the bubbles tingling my nose. I squinted out my window as I chewed, a plan forming in my mind. So my first attempt hadn't gone quiet right, my second was going to work, I was sure of it.

The sun was setting and soon it would be dark out, dark enough to escape…again.

Jake:

We left first thing, probably because I kept hassling everyone into moving faster. No packs full of tents and whatever else normal humans carry, just the bare necessities, like food because Leah refused to eat anything caught in the wild. In the end I think we all sort of agreed with her on that one.

I'd eaten breakfast with my sisters and my Dad, told them I was going on a hiking trip with Embry and Quil- though I had the feeling Billy knew a little bit more. He looked at me with those serious brown eyes and nodded as like an approval or something. I'd grabbed my stuff and ran out the door.

It was a good day for what we were doing. The sun was out and beaming, but the sky was heavy with clouds, cooling it down. We could run fast and far without getting too overheated. Which was what I'd intended to do anyway. This just made it less exhausting.

The Pack had been waiting outside my garage, already phased out and pacing. Leah huffed at either the fact that I was late by a second or because there was a new wolf running around. Meghan stood facing the trees, head tilted to the side, her tail swishing. She was a weird color grey, like ashes and when she felt me looking at her she turned and nodded towards the trees.

According to Meghan, it would take two days to get to their camp. Even if we kept running straight there without breaks. Which meant roughly four days, with Leah. The princess of the forest.

You seem less catatonic today. Embry came up on my right side, catching up with me and Meghan in the lead. Even though he was smaller than me, he'd kept pace pretty easily the past three hours.

I wonder why that is, I thought. I grinned at him for the first time in what felt like ever. It was just the feeling of actually moving toward Cara, it was like there really was an invisible tether stretched between us and it was getting smaller and smaller each second. My heart wouldn't stop pounding.

So you trust her then? The sight of Meghan from Embry's view poured over my sight, along with clips of the movie he'd watched yesterday. Something with Steve Martin.

It's not like we really had a choice, but yeah. I wasn't sure when I should tell him that she was tuned into our thoughts already, that she was hearing what I was hearing. Cara probably would have told him cause she felt bad but I on the other hand lived to torment him.

I guess… then yeah, I trust her too I guess. She seems like a pretty good kid. Oh and I think Paul- She can hear what your saying. Looked like now was the right time. I cut in before he said something we'd really regret. He looked at her then we looked back at Paul, so unusually quiet since she'd showed up. He was probably still coping.

The day dragged by for what seemed like forever, but whenever I looked up, the sun had moved across the sky and we were still running, getting closer and closer. Something had filled every space in my body with this buzzing energy that was not adrenaline. It was like the blood in my veins was made of fireworks. And I knew exactly where it had come from. It was electric and hopeful.

Cara, I thought to myself. We're coming to get you.