I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT
A Meeting
I hate rain. Time has not changed that fact. It batters down and messes up my senses. I can't even just simply switch from sensing everything around me to actually using my ears to hear everything like I can with most things that make me disoriented, because the rain is so loud. I probably would have left months ago if it weren't for the fact that I had found perfection. Edward stood next to me as the wolfs walked around him as his family, memorizing there scents. A tall wolf stood in front of me. I concentrated for a moment, focusing my ability to see colors. Usually I just left everything be color undefined, because it was easier and I had so much more range went I didn't focus on colors. The wolf was russet color, with kind black eyes.
"Jacob?"
He rumbled something akin to a chuckle, luckily I was focusing more on seeing colors than listening or would have had to suppress the urge to cover my ears. My fingers trembled slightly as I rubbed the rough fur at his throat. I could feel the millions of strands of fur as well a sense them. It helped me orient myself to sensing the wolves, separating my sense of their fur and skin from my sense of their internal organs and bones. Yes, unlike the eyes of normal people my sight was not limited to only seeing the outside of things, but the internal structure as well. Luckily my mind did well at separating the external from the internal otherwise people would have realized something was up. luckily the light drizzle that had occurred earlier had faded a while ago, or I would have a headache, trying to sort my sense of the wolfs and deal with the annoyance of rain. His eyes closed, though now I had only my memory to tell they were black, seeing as I had stopped expending the energy it takes to see color. Suddenly I felt Jacob's tongue run across my face from chin to hairline.
"Ew! Gross, Jake!" I complained, jumping back and smacking him, just as I would if he were human. He dodged, and began barking in oblivious laughter. I laughed with him.
I noticed that everyone was watching us, the Cullens with perplexity and disgust, and the wolves seemed unhappy, though my sense of them is weak. Then there was Edward, who was clearly on edge and disappointed. I think he had hoped that I would decide that screaming and running away in terror was appropriate. Jacob made the laughing sound again as though he saw the same thing as me. Which was entirely possible, I know a human wouldn't be able to read Edward the way I did, not unless they knew him very well, but the wolves eyes were sharper.
The wolves were backing up, their eyes never left the Cullens, as though they thought that after all this the Cullens would attack them. Sigh. Boys are weird. Well, so are girls too, apparently, since the gray wolf there was defiantly female. I suppose I will have to act surprised when Edward tells me this. Which at some point he probably will. Or Jacob might. I knew I would have no problem fooling them. I have been acting surprised about things I already knew about since before I even knew what the word surprised meant.
While I was contemplating this Edward and Jacob discussed strategy, eventually I stopped mulling and joined into the conversation. We were just about to go home when Alice cried out and collapsed to the ground.