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Chapter Two
The pack and I drove as quickly as we could to Forks, Washington; we made it to La Push late Saturday evening. I parked the car across the street from Billy Black's home, and then murmured to my wolves to be on guard.
I opened the door to my Hummer, wincing as droplets of rain hit my face and exposed heated skin. I realized, belatedly, that there were a large number of cars parked in the drive way of Billy Black's home.
"Guess Billy's having a party," I told my pack.
We walked slowly—I walked slowly, choking on nervousness—towards the drive way filled with expensive cars. I heard Rufus pull out his keys, and then the tell tale sounds of metal scraping on metal.
"Rufus," Mark, Rufus' brother admonished. "What are you thinking? This isn't our territory!"
The rebuke was met with a quiet laugh from the rest of our group. Mark, one of two submissive males in my pack, was delicate and waiflike. He was relatively short, with light blonde hair and deep brown eyes; his skin was the color of mocha crème and as soft as silk. The girl's and I often spoke of how jealous we were of his skin.
Rufus tilted his head, and then bent down so he was eyes to eye with his 'little' brother.
"Just be glad you're family, Marky-poo." His eyes glittered with humor. "Or I just might key your car." Mark squawked in annoyance, and then turned away from Rufus with a huff. Grinning from ear to ear, I laughed softly and then knocked on the door we had finally reached. I waited patiently signaling two of my dominants to scan the area for possible threats.
A woman in her early thirties answered the door, her almond shaped green eyes widened a little when she saw me. Was the resemblance between Jake and me so similar?
"C-can I help you?" She stuttered out. The woman was slim, maybe six foot with screaming red hair and pale freckled skin. She didn't smell wolf.
I reined in my urge to brush her aside and asked; "Is Billy or Jacob Black here?"
She stammered out a quick 'Yes' and then asked me if I was an acquaintance. She didn't sound snotty; in fact, she was so kind that I wanted to grit my teeth and growl at her to grow a back bone.
"Jacob and Billy both know me," I smiled darkly at her, and then grinned when she flinched slightly. She had been trained not to show fear. "We're old family friends," This time I did what my wolf side wanted me to; I shoved my way past her and into the familiar, red colored home.
I gave a low volume command for my pack to be on guard, and then proceeded my way though the familiar house. I could hear voices coming from the living room, and when I entered I counted out six werewolves. I remember hearing from the Cullens—when I was dating Edward—that the Quileute tribe was growing large in size, but six werewolves didn't seem too big. I walked towards them, and instantly they were crouched down in defensive postures, waiting for attack.
"Who are you?" A blonde haired man asked stepping out of his crouch. "How did you get in here?"
I laughed a little, these wolves weren't prepared for an attack from a pack like mine, they would be defenseless, killed almost instantly.
"When will Billy and Jacob be back?" I asked the man. I felt Rufus and my pack come up behind me, protecting me because I was their Alpha.
"Is this a threat?" The man asked, I laughed again; this pack…was horrible. They were all low power dominants, their battle power would most likely be none, and the only good thing they had going for them was their defensive postures.
"No," I told them calmly, I didn't want to cause problems for this pack; I just wanted to meet my maker. Literally. "I'm an old family friend of theirs, and I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by. The blonde man relaxed back down into his seat—a plump, old looking arm rest—and then threw a hand over his deep brown eyes.
"They should be back soon," He told us. I assumed he had fallen asleep because his breathing evened out and little snores fell out of his mouth. Rufus laughed quietly, but stopped when my phone began to ring.
"Yes?" I asked into the phone.
It was quiet for a moment before a warm, honey coated voice asked; "Is this Bella?"
"Edward?" I asked confused. How did he get my number? I was slightly pissed off, just the idea of the Cullens somehow having a way to contact me made me upset. "I don't speak with leeches, Edward." There was a light sneer in my voice as I professed how much I hated him.
"Be quiet, Bella." I heard Carlisle say from the background. "We're in Forks, and if you have time we would very much appreciate it if you dropped by for a quick hello." His voice was extremely formal, he was making it easy for me to say no, but did I want to?
"Can't you guys just stay out of my life?" I mumbled in annoyance. "How did you get my number?" I questioned them again. There was just something about vampires, they weren't stupid necessarily, people just needed to ask them the same question multiple times. It made me feel like a record stuck on repeat.
"Zabasearch!" I heard Emmett yell happily.
"Oh," I finally said as I glanced at the werewolves around me; their eyes were slightly annoyed and most of their mouths were pulled down in an intense frown. They must have figured it out that I was talking to the vampires; mainly the Cullens because Edward's name was most likely familiar to them.
Sorry! I shouted at them in my mind. It's not my fault! They found my cell phone number!
Coming back to the present I asked; "What do you want?"
"Nothing from you, Bella." Carlisle said. His voice was closer; he must have taken the phone and was talking into the mouth piece now instead of in the background. "We would just like for you tell the other werewolves of our presence. We do not wish for them to go into cardiac arrest due to the shock of seeing us." Was that humor? From Carlisle?
"Of course, Carlisle." I complied easily with his demands, said a quick good bye, and then hung up the phone.
I looked at the werewolves in front of me and then to my pack. "I would like to speak with Jacob or Billy please. I do not have a lot of time, and it is imminent that I see them." My pack reinforced my request with a viscous growl, causing the other wolves to whimper in fright.
"Who is that?" I heard a familiar voice ask from the kitchen. I spun around to see Sam Uley standing there in all his glory. He was still just as tall as I remember; his hair was still an intense black and his eyes remained mahogany grey.
"Sam Uley!" I said smiling as I walked forward to hug him.
"Bella Swan?" The surprise was adamant in his features and he stared at my form. I wonder what he's seeing. The similarities between Jake and myself? How much I've hardened since he last saw me?
We embraced for a moment, a friendly hug that left me breathless with sudden desire, but when our eyes locked, time stopped. It felt as though our minds collided; I wanted to throw myself at Sam and beg him to take me. His intense eyes and gorgeous mouth drew me in and I was about to mash our lips together when a feminine voice cut in.
"Sammy?" the lovely voice asked.
'Sammy?' Rufus mouthed to me; I shrugged my shoulders in answer.
"In here, Em." Sam called. I waited a moment, listening to the delicate human steps as the woman walked towards us. She was lovely, mid thirties white blonde hair and ivory blue eyes; her steps were slow as she came into the room.
I nodded my head in hello to her and then faltered when I saw the left side of her face; deep scars marred her perfect features, pulling directly from her hairline down to her upper lip. Her left eye must have been slightly blinded from it because its ivory color was swirled with hazed white.
"Who's this?" 'Em' asked.
Did I just imprint on an already mated person?
"This is Bella Swan," Sam told the woman. "You remember her, love. Charlie's daughter." He smiled slightly at me, but when 'Em' noticed the serene look on her face turned into an evil glare.
"Yes," She smiled stepping forward to rest her elegant fingers on my bare arm. "I am sorry we missed you at his funeral, it was very beautiful."
The bitch! I growled in my mind. I can't believe she just said that to me. The nerve! Oh course, because of my change and my sudden running away I had been unable to attend my father's funeral. Somehow the idea had gotten around that he and I had gotten into a fight, and that I was unwilling to attend Charlie's funeral because of it.
"That's very kind of you," I said, coming to my defense. My pack slowly begins to realize that I didn't like this woman; their hackles rose up. "But I'm not here to speak of the past; I would like to speak to Billy or Jacob, now."
"Oh, of course," Sam said looking slightly dejected. "They went out for a run, should be back any moment."
"Lovely," I murmured. "I need to speak to them privately and then to your pack. It's desperately important, and if we don't form a plan, then our lives will be in danger." A low murmur ran through the Quileute pack, and I knew I shouldn't have said that much.
Jacob's familiar voice came from behind me; "Who's the chick?" He asked as he walked into the room, only to stop when he recognized me. "Bella?" The shock was apparent in his form and he was in front of me quickly, grabbing me up and burying his face in my neck.
"Hello, Jake." I smiled into his chest. "I've missed you." I wrap my arms around his form and we stand there for a moment locked together. "Is Billy here? We need to talk, the three of us."
"Hello, Bella." I heard a husky voice from behind me say. I turned around sharply, and stared at the form of my father. Billy was taller than I remembered him, his bulky, muscular form was leaning against the door frame, and his dark grey eyes stared at me with interest.
"Billy," I nodded.
He cursed low under his breath and asked; "How did you find out?"
Confused, Sam and Jacob both ask what we're talking about. I notice that Sam is moving further away from Em and closer to me; the look on the woman's face promised mutiny. But Jesus, if he touches me I'll probably attack him in front of everyone.
"A couple days ago," I answer Billy pulling my eyes away from my imprint. "I knocked some information out of a werewolf named Benny."
"Jacob," Billy began.
"Yeah, dad?"
"There's some information about Bella and her family that I haven't told you." Please tell me he's not going to say it in front of the whole pack! "Well, Bella… Jacob, she's your sister."
"What?" Jacob deadpanned. "You're joking right?"
"No," I told Jacob. "He's not. My mother and your father had an affair; I'm the outcome of it."
"Oh, God!" Jacob groaned as he thumped down into a sitting position on the floor. "This is just too weird. Now all those times, when I got really horny for you, were just incest!"
"I know," I told him. "But I think we should drop the subject for now, and focus on what's really important." I was silent a moment before I spoke again. "The government knows about werewolves and vampires." I let that sink in, nodding my head at the Quileute pack. I hadn't wanted to be so blunt, but I figure, if I just state the facts now, then they'll be less likely to get lost.
"What?" Sam exploded.
"Apparently," Rufus cut in before I could. "One of our kind has taking pictures of us—not us—and gave them to a federal agent. My Alpha—Bella—got this information out of Benny," There were a few chuckles at that. "It seems that the government has a group of specialized scientists working on a drug that enhances military soldiers."
"Is this why you came?" Jacob asked me, and I nodded in ascent. I didn't want to fake it to him, or lie that I came just because I missed him, because I hadn't missed him.
"I'll call a meeting." The blonde man told us. "If that is alright, My Alpha." He nodded towards Sam, who nodded back to him in acceptance.
"I need to run into town." I announced. "Grab some things; stay here." I told my pack. "I want the rest of you to scope out the area with the other two already doing it. When I get back I want a full report. Three of you are to go near the Cullen's home—Jacob can direct you—and tell them that I will see them in a few days." My pack nodded at my orders.
I pushed past my pack and Sam, and headed out the door again. I needed time to myself, time to think about Sam, and what the government was doing. I reached my Hummer quickly, sliding in and starting the engine. I was just beginning to reverse when the passenger door opened and Sam jumped in.
"Get out," I snarled.
I hadn't moved my car, and he didn't appear to be getting out either. "We need to talk, Bella."
"No, we don't." I snapped as I threw the car into drive and sped away from the red bungalow.
"Don't ignore what happened in there, Bella; I'm not going to."
"Stop it, Sam!" I growled. "You're married; and have already imprinted on that Em woman. I saw the mark on her neck! You've claimed her."
"I'm not aging, Bella." Sam pleaded. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye to see him staring at my form intently. He looked like he wanted to reach out and touch me, but if he did I wasn't going to be held responsible for what I did to his hand. "Emily's not my imprint, fate got it wrong!"
"We can't do this, Sam." I pleaded.
"We can," He begged me. "I want to be able to love you." I ignored him, turning the radio to a random station and drowning out his words with music.
"You're going to hurt her." I told him. "Don't you even care?"
"No," Sam said bluntly. "I won't care; she lost my feelings the first time she slept with another man."
"Sam…" I said miserably slowing the car down. I pulled it off to the side of the road, put it in park, and then shut the car off. "Please, don't do this and then hurt me." I pleaded.
He didn't answer me; instead he leaned forward and attached his lips to mine. I couldn't think of anything after that; my brain was filled with how Sam's lips tasted like chocolate, and how his tongue felt like silk. I threaded by fingers through his raven black hair and allowed him to help me fly…f