"Hey! Hey! HEY!"

Jacob ran around the large white house, knocking at every door and window to get whoever was insides attention. As he reached the large French doors leading into the main seating place, he saw the blond vampire, Rosalie, cradled by her jock husband, Emmett.

"What are you vamps deaf as well as dead?" Jacob yelled, receiving a guffaw from Emmett and a V from Blondie. "Seriously, come out, it's important. It's about Carlisle and Esme! What's going on?"

At this Rosalie glided from her seat, opening the patio doors in a wink of an eye.

"What have you heard, mongrel? Has Carlisle got in touch with you?"

Rosalie's eyes flashed and Jacob could have sworn he saw distress, even worry. 'Wow, she does care about other people as well as herself, huh?'

Jacob shrugged through the doors, both engulfed by his massive frame. Hovering near the open casement to protect his senses, he continued.

"I just had Sam on my case, saying that Carlisle was supposed to see the girls, but they haven't met up yet. What's going on, Rosalie?"

"We don't know Jake; we haven't heard from them for a few weeks, we were starting to worry..."

By this time, Emmett had stood protectively next to Rosalie, and was nodding emphatically at everything she said. Jacob knew that if she wanted, Rosalie could fight her darnedest, she didn't need her husband's protection. But something about her appearance made him feel worried, too, like something was seriously going wrong and he had no control anymore over what was happening.

Rosalie, without a seconds notice, dashed from Emmett's side and within seconds was standing back against him; she was almost using Emmett as a support. Jacob looked down at Rosalie's hands and saw two full suitcases. He raised a dark eyebrow and frowned.

"Something is wrong, Jacob, we wouldn't just not hear from them. And now you're saying Sam was talking about them like that! I dunno, it doesn't feel right to me. Emmett..." She turned and starred up into his doughy eyes, "We're going, now!"

"Hey! You aren't taking off and leaving me here! I'm coming with you!" This, all knew, was not a simple request, it was an alpha command, and although Rosalie and Emmett were vampires, they still felt that heavy weight in the tone, and knew that Jacob was willing to fight for this. Rosalie fashed the quickest smile, not wanting to appear to warm to the mutt.

"Fine, Fido, if you're not gonna let go of this bone, you can tag along. You are good to fly, right? Or do you need a special pass?"

Jacob looked confused.

Turning to Emmett, Rosalie smirked wickedly, "Well I dunno if you need a special passport for dogs!"

"Hahaha, you are hilarious. How long did it take you to make that one up?" Jacob sighed and shook his head, these mutt jokes were getting worse by the day. He shot a scathing look at Emmett who had doubled over in laughter, amid gasps of 'Sorry, Bud, but that was funny right there!' and 'Ok, Ok I'm done! No more laughs I swear'.

"Can we go? Are you finished?"

Rosalie and Emmett snapped to attention and alertness, jokes were over, it was time to get to Carlisle.

*

The flight had been the greatest Jacob had ever experienced. Vamps knew how to swank it up when they needed to! Private jet with tinted windows to shield from the sun, personal assistance who seemed to be relaxed and care free. They clearly knew the two pale ones were vampires, but they had no idea about Jacob, who seemed to radiate more than the engines. They were kind and courteous, smiling and offering refreshment at every opportunity. Jacob smelled something strange on their skin, something very familiar and yet...well...not. He wondered if they could shape shift too. When they had returned to their cubby hole through a privacy hatch, Jacob leant closer to Emmett to ask about them. Jacob liked Emmett, he was strong and dependable especially in a fight; Emmett also seemed to have a great sense of humour, and liked the company of wolves. One day, when talking about nothing in particular, he had admitted to Leah and Seth his favourite movie was Balto, to which Leah had huffed and said "We aren't huskies! We're wolves!" and had stormed off in wolf form, whereas Seth had looked in disbelief at his new vampire friend and added "Sometime's Emmett, I wonder about your brain...I really do!" before bursting into peals of laughter.

"Emmett, what are they?" He indicated with his thumb, "They aren't human, and they aren't vampire, right?"

Emmett shifted in his chair awkwardly and added, in a whisper only meant to be audible to them both, though he knew Rosalie would hear.

"Weres!" A dramatic nod of the head and eye roll indicated that the subject would be closed, but Jacob needed to hear more.

"But blo--- Vamps and Weres don't get along, I thought they were mortal enemies!"

"They are, I mean we are, sort of, it's hard to explain..."

"What my husband is trying to say..." added Rosalie, "Is that most vampires and most werewolves don't get on, but some stumble onto our turf and rather than fight we allow them space to live in. Over time some come to trust us and, occasionally, work for us. Its gratitude, see, for us not tearing them to pieces"

Rosalie nodded matter-of-factly, as if it all made perfect sense and it was Jacob, dumb dog, who didn't get the picture.

" Ooookkkk" Jacob settled back into his seat. In his head he couldn't help but feel that he needed his pack here, why had he said for them to stay put. Leah had been most indignant, not wanting to be left behind. So, Jake had left Seth and her in charge, what a nightmare! He wouldn't have a pack left when he got back! He sighed again and remembered, if he brought his pack, he would have been stifled, making it harder for him to concentrate on Bella and Renesmee, because of his duty to his pack members. Closing his eyes he allowed himself a moment's sleep, before they touched down on British soil. Although his body slept, Jacob's mind ran through one hundred and one questions, each of which he could not properly answer. The most important question, though, the one that returned and returned was this: Were they safe?