A/N: Holy crap, have your eyes fallen out yet? No? Well, then, here's another one! ;)

Rosalie crouched over Bella, looking as if to protect her. I could rarely understand Rosalie, and I certainly didn't understand why she was behaving this way right now. Even Jacob looked confused. It wasn't until Rosalie snatched up Bella's puke bucket while she regurgitated into it that I understood what she was doing.

Edward, looking crushed, got to his knees and tried to get to Bella, but Rosalie stopped him. Bella looked at Jacob, clearly embarrassed.

"Sorry about that," she said, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Here she was, a married woman, who still had all sorts of love connections with Jacob! I knew there was something weird about her. . .

Edward moaned, and Bella stroked his hair, comforting him. He was being such a drama queen. If possible, Jacob looked even more confused as he walked toward the couch Bella was sitting next to. Rosalie jumped in front of them and hissed at him, but he didn't seem to register that fact. This whole scene was making me anxious, so I turned then and walked out, into my bedroom.

I grabbed the iPod the Cullens had given to me and cranked ABBA. Anything to get away from the madness. I slipped into a state of fully conscious sleep, more like daydreaming, and didn't realize that I was still there for nearly three hours.

I got up and wandered out to find that Jake, Carlisle, and Esme had gone and everyone else was back to sitting around, waiting for nothing. The odd difference in the large room, however, was that Bella was now in what looked like a hospital gurney; all sorts of tubes and machines surrounded her. I joined the rest of them and stood, motionless, for a good twenty minutes, until we all glanced up and looked to the west; Jacob and a visitor were on their way.

Edward obviously heard something we didn't, and he immediately got up and walked forward, Emmett and Jasper was flanking him. We waited in the house for several minutes, listening to Edward's side of the conversation. They seemed to be cordial enough.

Alice got up and walked out, probably wanting to know what was going on. I heard Edward's summary of the situation: basically, someone got in a fight and they were now coming to "remove the danger." Great. An attack. That was just what I needed.

"Bella, I don't understand," I admitted, crossing the room toward her. "Why do they keep talking about a pack? And how come I can only hear Edward's side of the conversation?" Bella smiled slightly.

"Jake's a werewolf. The pack is a group of werewolves who protect La Push," she replied, like it was no big deal. Oh, so they WERE freaks. Okay, now it made sense.

"Carlisle and Esme are on their way," Emmett said. Crap. We were going to be attacked while our numbers were vulnerable. . . like kicking someone when they're already down. . . that was just plain mean.

"I wonder when they'll be back," Rosalie thought aloud. Automatically and unwillfully, I turned to her.

"About ten minutes," I replied. She furrowed her brow curiously.

"How do you know?"

"I . . . I don't know. It just makes sense. . ." I told her truthfully. She furrowed her brow even deeper, as though she was on the verge of an epiphany.

A/N: Phew, y'all are troopers! *gives high-fives and claps on the back* Way to be! A million and one thanks again for taking time out of your day to read this! And please let me know what you think! Be sure to comment! You guys are my favorite! I will update soon, but I just wanted to give you something to chew on until that time ;) ~Munkin93