"I can't believe this!" Jacob growled. "Why would they...? I mean who would do this?"

"Don't give me that 'who' nonsense," I said. "You know who it is. You just said 'they'. Don't try to cover it up. Who is it?"

Jacob smiled sheepishly. So I was right, he did know. At least he didn't seem to be worried anymore, just angry.

"Who is it?" I demanded quietly, trying not to wake up Mom and Dad.

"I can't tell you that," he said slowly. I opened my mouth to object, but he cut me off. "Not yet, at least. There are a few things you need to learn first."

"Okay, so teach me," I simply stated. Again, I got a sheepish smile.

"I can't," he said apologetically, "not tonight."

"What? You're telling me that you know who's stalking me, but you can't tell me? Because I have to know other stuff first, but you can't teach me that either?" I ranted, clearly annoyed at my lack of information.

"Yep," he smiled, amused. "Not tonight."

"Well, then when?"

"Saturday"

"Saturday?" I whined. "But that's so far away. It's only Monday."

"Tuesday," he corrected me, smiling, looking at his watch. I stuck my tongue out at him like a five year old.

"Sometimes you really act like a teenager."

"I am a teenager," I stated.

"I know," he said but more to himself.

"So tell me," I began, changing the subject. "If you can't tell me who, can you tell me why, of if I really am in danger?"

Jake sighed, then started talking. "I don't think you have to be too concerned," he said much to my relief. As to why, I don't know quite yet, but I intend to find out."

"Well, that's a relief," I breathed.

"Yeah, it's not something to stay up worrying about."

"Are you serious?" I guffawed. "Someone is out there leaving me creepy messages and I don't know who it is. I mean, it's nice to know I'm not in mortal peril, but come on."

"Look, please try not to lose too much sleep," he pleaded honestly, but his eyes smiled.

"Right, because that's all that keeps me up," I mumbled.

"What else keeps you up?" he asked, surprising me that he had heard that.

"You," I stated. "You're hiding something. Well, a bunch of somethings actually. You know it's really annoying."

"Yeah well, I get a kick out of keeping you in suspense," he gloated happily.

"No kidding"

"Would it help if I told you, I'll tell you what I'm hiding on Saturday? It's pretty huge, and I'll tell you who they are."

"Who's they?" I asked confused.

"The reason I'm hear right now," Jake answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then something clicked that hadn't occurred to me earlier.

"Wait, they? As in this is more than one person?" I cried. "Just how many people are there?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure of the number," he admitted.

"When did you even know who it was? I mean, when I told you about this morning you sounded all worried, and on the phone tonight. But now, you're all calm."

"I'm not all calm. But to answer you're question, I didn't know until I got here."

"Did you see them?"

"No, I..." he trailed off uncertainly.

"You what?"

"I smelled them"

"What? People can't smell each other. I mean not when they aren't around," I contradicted.

"I can"

"And I bet you won't tell me why?"

"Not tonight, well, morning"

"Saturday?" I asked irritated.

"Yes, Saturday everything will make sense. Well, more sense."

"Can't you just tell me one little thing?" I begged.

"Now where would the fun in that be?" Jacob teased, getting up.

"Fun indeed," I pouted.

"Goodnight Sophia," he called over his shoulder. I followed him to the door. "Try to get some sleep. I'll see you Saturday. Don't worry, nothing else is going to happen, I promise."

I closed the door softly behind him. What had just happened? He had information and I just let him leave without telling me. Why did that keep happening with him? I grumbled to myself and went back to bed. Eventually, I fell back to sleep, but I left the light on. There's something comforting about being able to see, even if I was asleep.

The week past incredible slow. Jake kept true to his promise. There were no more threatening messages of any kind. He called every night anyway, just to make sure though. At least that's what he said. I, however, had a sneaking suspicion that it was because he wanted to quote, "keep me in suspense". Ha! Like he had to call in order to do that.

School kept me pretty busy. Being in my Junior year, I had a lot of work. Me, Erin, Krissy, and Jamie all compared work loads every day at lunch. Usually Krissy won; honors classes. I couldn't help but pity the poor girl.

Things at home were quiet. Dad continued to work all of the time, and Mom made sure to get the house in tip top condition. At the moment, she was attempting to bring the sun into hers and Dad's room. The walls were now a soft yellow and the furniture was an antique white. The comforter was cream and the wells were decorated with photos I had taken in Florida.

After school, most days, I would help Mom out with decorating and she would tell me stories about my sister. On Tuesday, Mom told me about when Bella was little. Mostly, just cute stories of her clumsiness and interests as a child. Wednesday, she talked about how Bella moved to Forks so Mom and Phil could travel together without feeling guilty. Thursday, she told me all about when Bella brought Edward to Jacksonville for the weekend.

"They were completely in love," she had said. "If you could have seen the way they were around each other... it was odd. Their connection was so strong. It's difficult, still, to understand what they meant to one another." It was so nice to listen to Renee talk about Bella. It was healthy for too.

On Friday, Mom started to get into the wedding. I was thrilled. I had been waiting all week to hear about it. I wasn't nearly as anxious as I was for Saturday, but I was siked.

She told me about how she and Phil flew up for the big day. Being herself, she wanted to be there about a week in advance. She was just about to talk about Bella's actual wedding day, when Dad came in all excited. He was taking the rest of the day off to spend time with us. As much as I loved him, I really didn't want to do anything, but I didn't want to take away his enthusiasm, so I went along with it.

We went to a movie as a family, then had dinner at Mom's new favorite restaurant. It was fun and nice, but I had been looking forward to Friday's discussion a lot . I put on a happy face and Dad didn't seem to notice my lack-luster attitude.

Later that night, when I came out of my bathroom, and into my bedroom there was an old box sitting on my bed along with a note. For a second my heart stopped. But then I saw the note.

Sorry we got interrupted earlier, but thanks for putting a good face on for Phil. I know you'll enjoy these, and I'm sorry for keeping them from you all this time.

Love you

Mom

The box contained photographs of the wedding. I stayed up way to late looking at all of them. I saw pictures of Mom and Dad. Dad had a walking cast on his leg. There were only a couple photos of Charlie, which lead me to believe that he may have purposely avoided cameras. I was shocked by the beauty possessed by the entire Cullen family. Never in my life had I seen a family that could even begin to compare to them. Edward's parents were extremely young, and if their names weren't written on the back, I wouldn't have known they were related at all. Oh, and his siblings! The blond, Rosalie, it said on the back, had to be the most gorgeous creature I'd ever seen. The little one, Alice, was gorgeous too, but in a more pixy-type manner, not as statuesque. Edward's brothers were hot too, of course. My favorite photos, however, were of Edward and Bella. They both radiated happiness. Bella's dress was old fashion and Edward was only focused on her. There were only a couple where he held her and smiled at the camera.

I didn't get much sleep that night. The photos brought up more thoughts about the Cullens. I really wondered what happened to the exquisite family. I finally was able to somewhat piece together a life for Bella. Plus, I was far too anxious for the following day.

I got an early start in the morning. Dad was already gone and Mom was in the kitchen. I thanked her for leaving the pictures for me to look at. After eating breakfast and promising to be careful, I hit the road. I made good time, not hitting any traffic. I pulled off on the now familiar exit and made my way to the station to meet up with Jake and Charlie.

"Hey Sophia, you're early," Charlie said, welcoming me into the small room. "We weren't expecting me until one."

"Eh, no traffic"

"Oh okay," he said pleasantly. "I'll give Jake a call and we can all get going."

"Thanks," I said with a polite smile. I still didn't know how to act around him. I mean, Mom's exhusband, father of deceased sister. Just a little awkward. I ambled about the small room, while Charlie called Jake.

"Good news Soph," Charlie announced. "Jake should be here in just a couple minutes. Let me just grab my things from my office. He came back about a minute later. "Alright, I'm ready when you are," he added, shrugging into his jacket.

"Ready," I answered following Charlie outside. There was only a thin layer of grey coating the sky.

Jacob pulled into the tiny lot moments later in his black truck. He had all of his windows down even though it wasn't a very warm day.

"Hey guys," he hollered out of the open window. "Ready to go? A group from the rez is having a picnic at First Beach." I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

"What car are we taking?" I asked both of them. Jacob looked at me like I had two heads. "I guess that means yours?" He nodded.

"Actually kids, I'm going to follow you two over there. I may have to leave early," Charlie cut in.

"Kids?" Jacob asked disgusted. I smiled.

"Sorry Jake," Charlie chuckled. "Habit."

I climbed into Jake's truck and was greeted with Jake's huge grin.

"Hey Jake!"

"Hey Soph," he smiled like a little boy. "Ready for today?"

"Ready for answers"

Jacob bobbed his head up and down a couple times.

The car ride was quiet. Well aside from the music playing from the stereo. I was surprised at how quickly we made it to the beach. I hopped out and looked around, but didn't see Charlie anywhere insight. I looked back at Jacob to see him staring at me.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing," he replied shaking his head. "It's just unbelievable. This whole situation," he chuckled. "Never would I have thought that Bella's sister would be..." he trailed off.

"Would be what?" I pressed.

"Huh?" he asked, realizing I could hear him. "What? Oh, it's just weird for me that Bella's little sister is here. In Forks, La Push. It's a good weird though." He smiled softly and his black eyes sparkled. I smile back.

"You know Jake, just because you're Billy's son, doesn't mean I won't give you a ticket!" Charlie's voice boomed, breaking me out of my trance. I hadn't even heard him coming.

"Ah Charlie, you've been saying that for years," Jake scoffed. "And still, no ticket." Charlie didn't respond, making Jake grin victoriously.

"Com on," Jake grabbed my arm and pulled me along after him. "There are some people I want you to meet."

Jake pulled me down a short path to where the beach became visible. I always thought I'd love Florida beaches most, but I was pleasantly surprised. The beach was rugged and wild; it was beautiful. In comparison, the pristine, manicured beaches of Florida looked just that; manicured. Not bad, but different.

Here the rocks jutted out through the dark, blue-black water like sharp knives. Drift wood rested along the sand just out of the tide's reach, and there was no huge embankment of sand. There were trees and bushes and things up until just a few yards from the water. I got my camera from my bag and took a few pictures before Jake could drag me off again.

"Pretty isn't it?" Jake asked from beside me.

"Yeah, it's gorgeous," I answered turning the camera on him, and taking another shot.

"Okay, now, come and meet my friends," he smiled. "The water isn't going anywhere."

We walked over to a large group of people I had somehow missed previously. There was a group a little ways away from the others who were all big like Jake. They looked similar too. Each one was muscular, tall, and had cropped short hair. Most of the people were gathered around a bonfire on logs and blankets. A few looked around my age. Jake yelled hello to everyone, then pulled me to the group that looked like him. I tried to hang back behind him, but he wasn't having it. He came to a stop and held me firmly in front of himself.

"Sophia, these are my friends from the reservation," he introduced. "These muts are Embry, Quil, Jared, Paul, Sam, and Austin." They all smiled politely, but looked at me as if they were looking at a ghost. "Over there," he pointed back at the main group, "by the cooler, is Sam's wife, Emily, and Jared's wife, Kim. It was odd. With the exception of Sam, none of these guys looked older than 25, but their wives were closer to 35 or 30. Sam appeared to be in the early 30s. "So Sam, where's Ried?" Jacob continued.

"He's out on the cliff's with some of his friends," Sam answered.

"Oh," Jake nodded. "Alright, I'm going to introduce Sophia to some more folks. Talk to you guys later." Jake took me by the arm and pulled me toward the main group. His friends hollered byes after us. I was lead to where Jake had pointed out Sam's and Jared's wives.

"Emily, Kim," Jake smiled to them, "this is Sophia. Sophia, these are Emily and Kim. They've been wanting to meet you."

"Hi," I smiled shyly.

"Hey hun, take a seat," Emily smiled, gesturing to a space on the drift wood log. "Do you want a soda?" She asked me. I nodded and thanked her. "Jake, go talk to the boys. We're having girl talk," she waved him away. Jake looked at me, asking my permission. I smiled and waved him away. These women were nice and I wanted to get to know them. Kim passed me a soda and then settled herself next to me on the log.

"Claire!" Emily called over to some girls who looked, maybe, a little older than myself. "Claire! Come over here, we want you to meet someone." The girl, Claire, stood up to make her way over. She was very pretty. She was taller than me with dark hair and skin. When she stood up, she was holding a little girl who had been hidden from me when she was seated.

"Hey," she said as she sat down next to Emily, across from me. "I'm Claire."

"Sophia"

"And this little one, here, is Olivia," Kim spoke up. She smiled at the little girl and grabbed her gently from Claire. "She's mine. Claire likes to borrow her. She just turned 3. Isn't that right Olivia?" Olivia smiled a toothy grin and held up three stubby little fingers. She was adorable. Kim hugged her and sat her on her knees.

"Claire is my cousin. She moved in with Sam and me about a year ago." I nodded in understanding. "So, tell us about your self Sophie."

"Um," I swallowed, not sure what to say. "I grew up in Florida with my parents. We moved up here a few weeks ago for Dad's job."

"Jake said he found you at the cemetery?" Claire said. "I'm not as in-the-loop as these two, because I'm not married just yet." She sounded annoyed at her lack of connection. The other two laughed and Olivia giggled because everyone else was.

"Don't worry Claire. Soon enough Quil will be on a knee for you," Emily laughed.

"Wait, you're with Quil?" I asked. She was so much younger than him.

"Yeah," she smiled dreamily. "That's why I moved out here when I turned 18. So we could be closer to each other. We've been together since I can remember."

"But isn't he Jake's age?"

"Uh-huh"

"So the age difference isn't an issue?" I was puzzled.

"Oh that? No," she brushed off the huge gap in age as no big deal. "It's the same as with you and Jacob." Wait, what?

"What?"

Claire smiled guiltily. I caught Kim and Emily giving Claire harsh looks.

"What do you mean, me and Jacob?" I pressed. The three girls looked at each other nervously. Foot steps came up behind us, saving them from the uncomfortable situation.

"Hey Sophie," it was Jake. "Let's go for a walk." I nodded, getting up, but I didn't miss the glare he shot at the three conversing women.

We walked down the beach in silence. He sat down on the sand, just out of sight from everyone, and motioned for me to sit next to him.

"So did you have a nice chat with the girls?" Jake asked.

"Uh, a confusing one," I said. "What did they mean? I know you heard them. I saw that glare." Jacob smiled sheepishly. He seemed to do that a lot.

"I owe you an explanation," he said calmly. "I'm not sure how, but you seem to be able to get yourself messed up in sticky situations just like your sister."

"Huh?"

"I'm getting there," he interrupted. "Now before I explain everything. You have to promise to hear me out."

"I promise"

"No, I mean," he ran a hand through his hair. "I doubt you will believe most of this. Let me tell you things, and when I'm done you can ask for whatever clarifications you need. Alright?" I nodded. "Good.

"So, I met your sister when I was 15. She was 17, so a little older than you. You're sister was dating a boy that no one here on the reservation liked. At the time I didn't care much either way. I didn't know the guy or his family, and I thought that everyone over here was way too superstitious. It wasn't until about a year later that I realized how true it all is.

"The le- your sister's boyfriend left with his family one day, after her 18th birthday. She was ruined. Sam found her curled in a ball on the ground, in the woods that night. I saw her that night after she was carried home. She really was in a terrible state. After that, I didn't hear anything from her for a while. Charlie would come down sometimes to fish with Billy, my dad, and would talk about how worried he was about her. She wasn't eating or functioning at all. She lost a lot of weight and would wake up from nightmares every night.

"Then, one day, she showed up at my house. She wanted me to fix up two motorcycles for her. So basically, we started hanging out all of the time. I'm not going to lie to you, I was totally and completely in love with her."

"What? You loved her?"

"Uh-uh-uh!" he held up a hand. "No interrupting. Now, as I was saying. I loved her. She thought of me as just a friend, but I didn't care. She was getting better too. I was teaching her how to ride her bike and we were starting to go hiking to look for this spot she had found once.

"Then, one night, something happened." He paused, and I was nervous. Why did he keep stopping? Couldn't he just tell me what he meant, instead of dancing around it?

"I couldn't hang out with her anymore. It wasn't safe for her," his expression was pained, like he was reliving it. "She called all of the time, and even came over once. It was awful. We got into a big fight and I hurt her. Not physically, but I told her I couldn't be her friend anymore, even though I knew how much she needed me. I felt so guilty. I was storming around the house, angry. Sam, Jared, Paul, and Embry were really annoyed. I wasn't allowed to tell her why I couldn't be her friend. But I was determined to try.

"That night, I went over to her house. I snuck through her window so I wouldn't wake up Charlie. I needed for her to figure out my secret. I needed her to know what I couldn't tell her. I had told her some stories when she first moved here. And when I told her them, I accidently told her my secret before I knew about it, before it was my secret to tell."

I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off before I could get anything out. "I'm getting there, I promise," he said, looking at my face.

"Now, I know you're wondering what I'm talking about. This is the part you won't believe. You see," he said, taking my face in his hands, "Edward and the Cullens aren't human." I waited for him to laugh and tell me he was kidding. He didn't. He just stared into my eyes intently. Could he be telling the truth? He hadn't lied to me yet. His face was dead serious. His dark black eyes held mine in an unbreakable gaze.

Then he let go of my face and smiled. It wasn't a real smile, however. If the Cullens weren't human, then what were they? How did Jacob know this? So many questions were running through my head.

"Have you ever thought about vampires and werewolves?" he asked calmly, as if telling a ghost story. He was watching me carefully.

"Sure," I answered. "I've thought about them. When I was seven I went through a stage where I was scared of them; like everyone else."

"Well, what if I told you they weren't just fiction?"

"I'd say, 'Great, let's call the witches and fairies and we can all have a party,'" I said sarcastically. "Come on Jake, what are you getting at?"

"Have you ever seen pictures of the Cullens?" he was watching me again.

"Yeah, they're beautiful," I said, somewhat confused.

"Kind of draw you in right?" he asked.

"Uh, sure," I said uncertainly. "Wait! Are you telling me you think the Cullens were vampires?"

"Are, actually," he said seriously. I stared at him open-mouthed. "But the stories about leeches that you've heard are mostly wrong," he continued. "They don't sleep in coffins, or turn into bats, or burn in the sun. They are much more dangerous than that.

"In reality, they don't sleep at all. They can move faster than you can see. They more, glitter, in the sun, and you can't kill them with a stake or silver bullet. Their skin is granite hard." All I could do was stare. He was serious, I could tell, but was I really supposed to believe him? Did he have any idea what he was purposing?

"There is only one creature with enough strength to kill a vampire," Jake went on. "Wolves. Well, werewolves you'd call them. But again, they aren't like what you'd think. They can change at any time, and they don't go around killing people. They are still dangerous, but not evil."

"What are you saying?" I asked carefully, watching his face. He was running his fingers through the sand absentmindedly.

"There is a reason the Quileutes don't like the Cullens. When the Cullens first arrived, it set certain things into motion. A group was made on the rez as a result. They called themselves the protectors," he paused dramatically, looking directly into my eyes. He was willing me to believe him. "Or wolves. They change into wolves to protect everyone from the blood suckers."

I looked at him, urging him to continue.

"That was when my great grandfather was around. But when they came back about 20 years ago, it happened again. Sam, Paul, Jared, and Embry were already changed when my time came."

"Are you saying you're a werewolf? And my sister married a vampire?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"You're not joking at all?" I knew he wasn't joking, but I hoped. "Are you people crazy? Do you really expect me to believe this?"

"No, we're not joking and we're not crazy either. Well, some of us are, but about this," he laughed. He found my reaction funny? Did he really think I would buy that story?

"Prove it"

"Prove it?" he asked. "You mean, you want me to transform into a wolf in front of you? Putting you in mortal danger?"

"You said you didn't hurt people. If you expect me to believe all of this nonsense, you better have someway of backing it up," I said seriously.

"Fine, but don't get scared and run away," he said with a sigh, standing up. "Please." I nodded, and waved at him to get on with it.

He took off his shoes, and started pulling off his shirt,

"Woah!" I cried. "I didn't say strip!" He gave me an incredulous look.

"I don't want to ruin all of my clothes," he said annoyed. "Turn away if you don't want to see." I pouted, but got up, and turned around, looking out at the surf. The water was calm and soothing.

"Okay, count to 5 then turn around. That way you won't risk seeing anything you don't want to," he chuckled. I huffed in irritation.

"1, 2, 3," something sounded like it was tearing. "4, 5."

I turned around, and gasped. In front of me was a huge, somewhat shaggy, russet wolf. He had big black eyes, and was watching me carefully.

"Jake?" I asked the wolf. The wolf did what I think would be it's best effort at a smile and nodded. "So you really are serious?" Another nod. "Okay, I'll turn around, and you can change back." I don't know how I managed to stay so calm. Probably shock.

"Okay," Jacob said a minute later. I turned around as he was adjusting his t-shirt.

"So," this was awkward. "You're really a wolf."

"Yeah, looks that way," he laughed.

"So the Cullens really are vampires then?"

"Yeah," he said. "And just to be fair, although I don't know why, they don't actually harm humans. Well, as far as I know. They only feed off animals." That was a relief.

"Wait," I remembered. "That still doesn't explain what Claire was talking about."

He sat down again, and motioned for me to do the same.

"I went through the transformation when I was 16. In the process it made me grow up much quicker. I have looked the way I do for about 17 years. You see, as long as we can phase into wolves, we can't age. Sam only started aging again a few years ago. Jared is a much more recent development. He hasn't phased for about a year and a half. That's why we all look so young. The rest of us still have a while to go before we gain that sort of control," Jake said.

"What I'm trying to illustrate is how much being what we are controls us," he let out a sigh and took my hand in his. It was the first time out skin had actually touched and I realized just how warm he was. "Yeah, the heat is part of it," he said, noticing my reaction to his warmth. "It makes us who we are. It controls are age, appearance, and who we love."

"What do you mean, 'who we love'?" I asked quietly. Jacob looked down at me with gentle eyes.

"We call it imprinting. At first we thought it was rare, but have come to find it much more common than we thought. When Sam saw Emily for the first time after he had phased, that was it. It was as if his life suddenly became all about her. Pleasing her, protecting her, loving her. It's intense. The same thing happened when Jared saw Kim.

"It's like the equivalence of finding your soul mate. Of course who could turn down that sort of devotion. They've been together ever since. Quil and Claire have only officially been going out for a couple years. Until then, Quil was her best friend, and guardian of sorts," Jake explained.

"Wait, when did Quil imprint on Claire?"

"When she was two," he answered. "That's why their romantic relationship is more recent."

"And what was her reaction to that?"

"She found it all terribly romantic," Jake said and laughed. That's why she said they had been together since she could remember. She said...

"Woah!" I exclaimed when realization hit me. "You! You... and me... You imprinted on me didn't you?" I was breathing heavy. This was huge! Soul mate?

Jake nodded his head, looking into my eyes. "I never thought it would happen to me. But then you turned around at the cemetery; it just hit me.

"It's a lot to take in, I understand that."

"You're telling me that my sister married a vampire, and you're a werewolf, and we are meant to be together?" I said it all slowly, taking it in, trying to make sense out of it all. He was telling the truth, he had showed me. I couldn't deny it.

"I guess it makes a little sense," I said quietly. "The Cullens being so pale and beautiful. Then you, being so hot," he smirked, "in temperature!"

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed.

"So can you tell me who was leaving me messages?" I asked, remembering why I was here to begin with.

Jake let go of my hand and nervously raked it through his hair. I found myself missing the warmth he gave off.

"I'm not sure why yet," he said looking out at the dark sea. "but I do know who they are."

"Well who are they?" I was being impatient. I really wanted to know. He picked my hand back up and held it in both of his. His face was dark and serious.

"The Cullens"

"The Cullens? As in Edward's family?" I gaped.

"I'm not sure which one, but I know it's them. And whoever put the flowers up wasn't Edward or the leader, Carlisle, I think it is."

"Well of course it's not Edward," I said. "He died." Jake just stared at me. "Didn't he?"

"No Sophia," Jake said sadly. "Only a werewolf or another vampire can kill a vampire."

"But, but what about the accident?" I was desperately trying to piece together what he was telling me. "What about my sister?" I hadn't realized I was crying until Jake's warm fingers wiped tears off my cheeks.

"You sister, Bella," he said, holding my face in his oversized, warm hands, "didn't die in the accident. It was staged. They had been planning it for a while."

"No," I cried. "She did. I saw her grave."

"No. He changed her. She's one of them. She couldn't live with out him," Jake told me softly, taking me into his arms.

"No, no, no," I sobbed. "Why would she leave us like that? Mom, and Charlie, and you? You were her friend."

"I really hate defending them," Jake groaned to himself. "The only way for them to be together safely was for her to change. I didn't agree with it. And of course, once she changed it wouldn't be safe for any of us to be around her. She didn't know about you though. You weren't even conceived yet."

I cried a little more. It was all just so overwhelming. My mind just had a breakdown. My sister was still alive. She was a vampire, mortal enemy of my supposed soul mate, who was a wolf.

"Don't be mad at her," Jake said to me. "She's a good person. She was a danger magnet though. It wasn't safe for her here."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he started, shifting me in his arms so I was on his lap. "Bella has a knack for getting herself in trouble..."

Jake told me the real story of Bella's time in Forks. Nothing that would have been found in emails or photos. He told me about James and Victoria, and the army they fought. He told me about their special abilities. He was right. Being human and loving a vampire wasn't safe.

"So that brings us to the problem at hand," he said. "They are back in the area. We don't know why. I do think that they are trying to scare you away from Forks, though they wouldn't harm you. We'll have to find a way to talk to them," he went on. "Not to mention the treaty."

"What do you mean?"

"When they were here previously, Carlisle made a treaty with my great grandfather. Since they were different from others of their kind, we wouldn't harm them," he explained. ". But the treaty also meant that they were never to bite a human, and they broke the treaty when they changed Bella."

"Okay," I still didn't really understand.

"You have to understand, vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies," he said, strained. "Our instincts tell us to fight... to kill."

"No!" I gasped, understanding dawning on me. If they found the Cullens, nothing would stop them from killing them, my sister included. "You can't!"

"I don't want to. Well, I don't want to hurt Bella. The rest I don't care for."

"Make a new treaty!" I begged. "Do something!"

"I can't guarantee anything," he said solemnly. "They had their chance, and broke it."

"But there were extenuating circumstances"

"Still..."

"Please Jacob, she's my sister"

"She's not your sister anymore," he corrected. "I'll see what I can do." I nodded.

"So how do we get in contact with them?" I asked.

"About that," he grinned cunningly, happy again. "I have an idea."