Months had past since I was changed. My need to feed has wavered very little in this amount of time. I still quenched my thirst every 2 or 3 days, as the burning built back up. I stayed with Jacob most of the time, but they gave me enough leeway to wander off on my own for little bits at a time.

Sam and Emily got married last month. It was a very beautiful ceremony, Emily was radiant. Claire was the flower girl and as she flitted down the aisle – throwing white and pink petals on the ground as well as the seated audience – Quil never took his eyes off of her. It was quiet humbling to watch, his willingness to wait and watch over her for so many years. His eyes danced with her as she herself danced down to her aunt and soon to be uncle.

Sam's vows were breath taking – he caused Emily to tear up and most of the women in the audience to gasp and smile fondly. Emily's were equally as beautiful, promising her eternity to Sam Uley.

All and all, it was a fairy tale Quileute wedding. It tugged at my heart strings watching them both. Jacob squeezed my hand every now and then; reassuring me he was still there.

Since the wedding Embry imprinted on a Japanese girl named Akira. She moved to La Push after an internship program – she couldn't resist the landscape. She was a photographer and was just as taken by Embry as he was with her.

Jacob poked at my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts. "You okay?" His concern was cute, especially when he furrowed his brow.

I smiled wryly. "Peachy, just thinking over some stuff." I nibbled on my bottom lip. He chuckled to himself as he pulled my closer to him. Things had been very in between with Jacob and I lately. He keeps me very close to him when we are together and greets me like we've been apart for years when I arrive from a run. He's become much more comfortable with having me close to him, playing with my hair, or laying his hand on mine.

I glanced at him. He was propped lazily against the arm of the couch flipping through the channels aimlessly. He stopped on Animal Planet, crinkling his nose at the fruit bats they were talking about. I giggled, pulling him out of his stupor with the TV.

"Wha?"

"You're so weird," I chirped at him, pulling myself off the couch and wandering towards the kitchen. At the same moment Billy pushed himself through the front door with a few bags of groceries sitting on his lap. I leapt towards him swooping up the bags quickly and putting them in their proper places.

"Hello Jacob, Bella." He nodded at both of us. He was still a bit cold and untrusting in my presence, but he was coping with me living in his house very well. I was the enemy after all; it was decades of fear and loathing he was trying to work around.

"Hi Billy, did you have a good day?" I inquired as I threw the fish into the oven to cook. Using my vampire speed I put together their entire dinner in a few moments – the only thing missing was the cooking fish. "Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes," I added.

"It was alright. Charlie's still pretty distraught over your disappearance, it's hard not consoling him – knowing what I know," he eyed me warily. "But the fish were biting. We stopped by Newton's afterwards – that boy Mike, he was asking about you," Jacob grumbled from his spot on the couch, voicing his distaste. "Thanks for dinner again Bella, we appreciate it." Billy nodded at me again, smiling a little.

"It's no problem, considering it's the least I can do." I pushed my hair back over my shoulder lightly – straightening my posture instinctively.

Jacob scoffed again, never taking his head away from the TV. "Before you we just ate take out, you're the best thing that happened to this house since Emily came over and cleaned it about a year ago," he laughed glancing at Billy.

"I don't see you jumping up to pry your dirty boxers off the floor or take your bowls out of that pit you call a room Jacob Black," Billy chided rolling over next to his son. "In fact, since you're not doing anything why don't you go do that now."

Jacob grunted changing the channel again. "Yeah, right," he mumbled.

"Jake," I snapped. That got his attention; he twisted his body to stare at me. "Do as your father says, for God's sake. He supports you, your eating habits and the packs eat habits at least twice a week," I grumbled at him. I hated whining at him like his mother, but he just turned 17 and was getting quiet an attitude.

"Uggh, fine," he switched off the TV and grabbed me and pulled me into his tiny room. He plopped on his bed – as I stood in the doorway; hands on my hips. "Well, I support your eating habits Isabella Swan," he chortled.

I growled. "So help me Jacob, I swear," I mumbled as I snatched up his boxers and dirty undershirts off the floor. I threw them in the hamper – picking up some cans and a few dirty dishes as I went. I set them all in his dresser by the door. "Will you please go take those out and put them in the sink, so it at least looks like you did something yourself," I sighed, sitting down next to him.

"Alright, alright. I surrender to might Bella," he pushed my shoulder lightly. I laughed and fell over in mock abuse – which caused him to laugh even harder as he strolled out of the room.

While he was gone I reached over and pulled his window open. The room could use some sort of fresh air. I leaned out of the window, listening to the gray day. The ground was wet with the constant drizzle of La Push and the ocean crashed against the cliffs loudly in the distance. I took a deep breath as the wind shifted. That's when I smelled it. The smell stung my nostrils as the scent curled off of the dark tree line in front of me. It was a mix of blood and a new, but strangely familiar scent. It was a vampire.