In the eleven years I've been studying english, I've never learnt how to spell 'Decision' so if it's wrong... idk, fuck the world. Sorry for the expression, lil kiddies. Never say that at home.

So anyway, I've received only two questions, so I guess that 1: nobody reads the ANs, or 2: my story is quite clear, so let's say I'll answer next time so that more doubts and questions can arrive, cuz this is a complicated chapter. Okay, not complicated, but... nevermind, just read it.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Bella quickly wiped the tears away from her face and threw herself on the bed, grabbing the first book she could get and opening it in the middle.

'Come in,' she tried to say, but her voice was hoarse. The door opened slightly, and a face surrounded with shoulder-length brown hair appeared.

'Bella?'

'Mum!' The girl shrieked and jumped out of the bed. Renee entered the room beaming and extended her arms to hug her daughter. Bella through herself into her arms.

'My god, Bella, you're freezing!' Renee exclaimed, pushing her back to stare at her, 'Put your jacket on, you'll surely get pneumonia, and I'm surprised you don't have a cold yet.'

'Who cares, you're here in Forks!' Bella said cheerfully, but still got her jacket – she couldn't have her own mother suspecting her inhuman conditions. There was another knock on the door, and a young man entered. Even though he was very handsome, he was using a baseball cap to hide that he was balding.

'Phil!' the girl exclaimed and hurried to hug him as well. Next appeared Charlie, smiling dryly, obviously uncomfortable with the situation.

'How's the big girl doing?' Phil asked, grinning.

'Great!' Bella exclaimed – the happiness of the moment had made her forget the pain in her heart.

'Married… And think you were like this when I first met you,' he said levelling his hand to Bella's shoulder. She laughed, and, being unable to resist, stomped her foot on the floor to discharge the energy she was feeling. When was the last time she had been so happy? Friday night, MAYBE?, a sarcastic voice said inside her head, and she grinned.

'Yes, she is getting married, but she will… think about it many times before she says 'I do,' won't you?' Renee said threateningly, and her daughter rolled her eyes.

'Look at you!' Phil cut off forcefully, changing the subject, 'You're even prettier than the last time I saw you. You've grown into a beautiful young woman.'

'It is true, you are very pretty indeed,' Renee said, frowning, 'But you look a little pale and tired. Have you slept last night?'

'Um, no,' Bella admitted, resisting the urge to laugh.

'Well then, I want you to get a nap, you don't look very healthy.'

'Mum!'

'Shall I show you your room?' Charlie asked nervously, and, relieved, Bella left the room along with the rest.

…

'Fellow partners, today, is the day.'

All Jared, Paul, Embry and Quil clapped and cheered, but Jacob gazed at the table. Sam waited for them to calm down, standing in front of the table in Emily's cabin.

'Today is the day we've all been waiting for. Our ancestors, our people, us. Before I was born, before everyone of you was born, our grandfathers signed a treaty. What it stated – no werewolf would attack any vampire or get in their lands if, and only if, they didn't bite a human. Bite, my friends.'

Jared and Embry were both having fits of laughter as Sam spoke, and pressed their fists against their mouths to avoid them.

'None of our Quileutes trusted any of these vampires, and none of them wanted them neither in La Push nor in Forks, no matter how many treaties were signed. They waited, and waited for a hint that they had broken the treaty, but nothing happened. They began trusting, but never distrusted. We let them live in their lands, among humans. We finally understood they wouldn't hurt them, but we were still cautious. And what do we learn today? That they have broken the treaty!'

The four enthusiastic werewolves started shouting and punching the table with their fists; Jacob stared at them darkly.

'They have bitten a human! How can we trust again? How can we let them live in our lands knowing they cannot abide to the laws? Tell me, how? We cannot, friends, we cannot! They must be thrown away, thrown from these lands, thrown from the lives of our people, from everything! Today is the day in which the war begins. Today is the day that we've all been waiting for. Fellow partners, today is the day.'

The boys stood up and started to clap, cheer, hug or hit each other – but Sam was staring at Jacob.

'Jacob Black?' he asked, and the kid looked up at him, 'Will you fight?'

Jacob pressed his lips together and avoided his gaze.

'Why do you ask? You will force me to fight, so there is no other option, is there?' he said gloomily, and the cabin fell silent.

'That is not what I want to hear, Jacob,' Sam replied, shaking his head slowly and staring at him, 'It's Bella. That's why you won't fight. Because if she wasn't there you wouldn't mind, would you? Killing the Cullens?'

He didn't answer. It was very true. Ripping apart the bloodsucker that had taken his Bella away from him was the thing he was longing to do, the thing he had always dreamt of…

'Sam?' Paul called cautiously; the man turned to him, 'I was wondering when we would, you know… attack.'

'We won't,' Sam said simply, 'If I'm not wrong, Jacob,' he turned again to him, 'there's a vampire who can see the future, am I wrong?'

'No,' Jacob grunted, 'but according to – but she can only see what's gonna happen, if it is… decided, let's say.'

'So we have a drawback there,' Sam muttered thoughtfully.

'Besides the fact we are outnumbered,' Embry added rolling his eyes.

'And that we can't count on Jacob,' Paul said glancing at him with a frown.

'Shut it, Paul,' he replied, punching the table with his fist – there was a loud crack and an irregular line appeared across the surface. 'I – I'm sorry.'

'No problem,' Emily said hurriedly, fluttering around, unsure of what to do to fix it. She finally calmed down and left the room with a sigh.

'I'm really sorry, Sam,' Jacob repeated when he saw the man eyeing him.

'Don't worry, it can be fixed.'

'I don't mean the table,' the boy said exasperated, 'I mean – the fighting part. I'm sorry but I cannot hurt Bella. No matter what she feels about me.'

'Then don't,' Paul shrugged, 'I'll kill her with no emotional problems involved.'

Jacob stood up immediately, a deep, threatening groan in his chest, and Paul – who had clearly been expecting it – responded the same way.

'Paul, Jacob – calm down,' Sam said slowly. After a pause they both sat back on their chairs, staring intently at one another. 'The solution is not to fight between ourselves. With a lot of luck we'll be able to drive them away without killing.'

'But you just said we'd kill,' Quil said, looking disappointed.

'Shut it Quil, you've never killed a vampire before,' Jared laughed, and Quil punched his arm.

'Seeing the circumstances, we will have to make our best to make them leave and never come back,' Sam continued undisturbed, 'But if it gets out of control – we'll have to use killing methods.'

Everybody turned to Jacob. He stared at the cracked wooden table in front of him and didn't open his mouth.

'So – what are we going to do?' Embry asked his leader.

'We will wait,' Sam answered, pressing his lips.

'Wait?'

'Yes, Embry, wait. The leaches know what we'll do – they know we're going to wait. So they will, too – I don't think they want to fight. They'll try to postpone it as much as they can. The bad part is – every attack movement we take, they'll avoid it. They'll know what we'll do all the time. It's gonna be frustrating, tiring, and annoying. So we will not attack. As far as I know.'

'Why don't they want to fight?' Quil asked, puzzled. Paul raised his eyebrow.

'Isn't it obvious?' he said sarcastically, 'The girl. Jacob. That bloodsucker won't hurt him either. And she must be doing the same thing he is doing now – moaning and delaying things. The only difference is she doesn't love him.'

'Shut it, Paul!' Jacob shouted, raising and leaning towards him in pure loathe and anger.

'I see I've touched a nerve!' Paul said happily, raising as well, 'Why, can't you face it, Jacob? She doesn't love you and will never do! And she'll hate you if you kill her mate! So what's the difference?'

'I said, SHUT IT!'

'Paul, Jacob!' Sam shouted angrily, and they both turned to him. 'Stop fighting! This is why they have advantage over us – they are a group, they don't fight between each other!'

Jacob and Paul inhaled deeply and sat down again, gazing at different parts of the cabin.

'Now everyone listen to me!' Sam leaned forward over the table, 'You will all go home and warn your families – they can be a target if they decide to do this the bad way. And stay there. No visits to Forks at all.' He glanced at Jacob. 'And wait for my orders. Understood?'

They all nodded and hummed, and, one after the other, left the cabin and went out into the green, gloomy forest.

A/n: Paul pwns.