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First, to answer reviews: Some have asked about Nahuel's power, and it's invisibility. It's kinda more of a superpower, really :) AND yes! It was Cedric Diggory (aka the lovely Robert Pattinson) making an appearance in a Twilight fanfiction. What a clash of worlds! He does actually sing though, and is really very good!

Dear Stephenie didn't give us much to go on with Nahuel (not that I remember anyway), but I'm glad to see that the general consensus is that y'all like the way I'm writing him. He's quickly becoming one of my favorites, figuring out how he fits in with the Cullens and what happened to him after Breaking Dawn.

I PROMISE the wedding is coming. Don't hate me :) Thanks for reading guys! You are SO AWESOME for sticking with this story (and the rest of them before this). I hope you are still enjoying it? Hopefully, I'll try and get on a more regular updating schedule! So without further ado, here is Chapter 26. Buckle your seat belts, cause things are about to get a whole lot weirder for our most beloved vampire hybrid/werewolf couple! (Don't own Twilight! Wes Stewart is my OC though)

Chapter 26: Welcome to the Family

Renesmee sat talking with Rachel while Paul and Jacob watched a game on TV with Emmett and Jasper. There was a few hours left until the rehearsal dinner, but when the girls had offered to help, they had been shooed away by the older women. So they sat and talked while they waited until Alice decided it was time to get ready.

Suddenly, the pixie vampire ran into the living room. "They're here! They're here!"

"Who's here?" Rachel laughed.

"Your sister," Alice squealed, grabbing Jasper's hand and dragging him to the window. Rachel did the same with Paul. Renesmee looked over at Jacob who still sat next to Emmett who was glued to the TV. Her fiancé stared blankly into space, his jaw and neck muscles tight, fingers dug into the arm rest of the couch.

"Jake?"

Jacob closed his eyes and took a deep breath, releasing his death grip on the furniture. "Yeah. Let's go."

He stood and reached for her hand. If he was going to get through this, he'd need her with him. She slipped her small, cool hand inside his large, warm one and they headed outside where a black Honda rental had pulled into the drive way.

Jacob watched as a little girl of about four years old with jet black hair jumped out of the backseat. "Cynthia, wait right there until I get your sister out of the car," a familiar voice said. "Honey, could you grab her please?"

A tall tanned man took his daughter's hand as they waited. Finally, a beautiful woman with her black hair falling loose around her waist straightened and positioned her baby girl on her hip. She took her husband's hand and they both made their way over. They only got about half way to them when Rachel couldn't wait any longer. "Becca!" she cried, running to her twin sister.

"Rach!" Rebecca squealed, catching her sister up in a one armed hug.

"I missed you so much," Rachel gushed.

"I know! I missed you too!" Rebecca said.

Renesmee felt Jacob's grip on her hand tighten around hers. It's gonna be ok. You can do this, she reassured him. She saw him nod slightly in response.

Rebecca and her family approached and finally she stood before her little brother. Though he was not so little anymore. He towered over her, and his features looked like they had been carved from stone. "Hey Jake," she said, his stoic expression making her a bit nervous.

"Hey Becs," he nodded stiffly. Rachel's face fell. She had a feeling it was going to be a long day. Hopefully when her dad arrived they would play nice, for his sake, at least.

"Well," Rachel said, standing next to Paul once again. "Aren't you going to introduce us to everyone?"

"Oh, yeah," Rebecca said, shaking her head. She'd deal with Jacob's stubbornness later. "This is my daughter, Cynthia Rain," she said indicating to the four year old who had run off and was chasing a butterfly. "And this is Emma Rachel," she said, kissing the baby's cheek. "And this, this is my wonderful husband, Wes Stewart." Rebecca took her husband's hand, but was shocked by it's temperature. "Babe, are you ok? You're burning up."

"Jacob! Paul!" Edward cried as he came running out of the house.

"What's wrong Dad?" Renesmee asked, concerned by the panicked look on her father's face.

Rebecca wasn't paying attention though. She was too worried about her husband who's hand had begun to shake in hers.

"Alice had a vision," Edward said, positioning himself protectively in front of his daughter. He looked at Jacob and Paul, "Get him into the woods. Now!"

"Edward, what the hell..." Jacob began, but was interrupted by a groan from Wes who had staggered back away from his wife. "Oh..."

Jacob and Paul each grabbed an arm and dragged Wes's shaking form into the trees. Paul laughed. "Welcome to the family, Bro."

"Ok, Rachel, what is going on?" Rebecca said, very worried as her sister led her into the house. "What's wrong with Wes?"

"Renesmee and I will tell you in a second, but I promise he'll be ok. Different, but ok," Rachel sighed.

Renesmee held Cynthia's hand as they walked into the house. The child hadn't seen her father's breakdown outside and Renesmee was thankful for it. She remembered the first time she had seen Jacob get mad enough to turn into a wolf uncontrollably and it had scared her to death. They led Rebecca and her children into the living room where the whole family was waiting for her.

"Ok Sis," Rachel said. "I think you should sit down."

Rebecca sat slowly with Emma on her lap. Rachel, who held Cynthia on her lap, and Renesmee sat on either side of her. Bella was perched on the coffee table in front of her. "First, I'm going to introduce you to everyone. It might make things easier to understand if you can put faces to names."

Rebecca nodded. She had no clue what was happening, but Rachel seemed calm enough. That wasn't unusual though. Rachel had always been cool and collected. Rebecca was the hot head. Jacob was too, apparently. She watched and tried to remember the names her twin was rattling off. They were all so young, and so breathtaking in appearance. "This is Renesmee Cullen," Rachel began.

"Jacob's fiancee?" Rebecca asked the beautiful young woman with bronzed curls.

"That's me," she grinned.

"And this is Bella," Rachel said. A woman a bit older than Renesmee smiled at her. She was beautiful as well. They all were in fact.

Rebecca looked closer at Bella. The name sounded so familiar. "Didn't you and Jacob..."

"That's another long story I can explain later," Bella laughed lightly.

"Yeah," Rachel nodded. "Anyway, that's Edward Cullen, Bella's husband. That is Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme. This is Jasper Hale and his wife Alice, and that's Emmett Cullen and his wife Rosalie. And that is Nahuel. A very good friend of Renesmee's who is here for the wedding. This is my sister Rebecca Stewart, everyone."

They all said hello, and Rebecca turned to her sister waiting for the explanation about her husband's strange behavior. "Ok, so do you remember the stories Daddy used to tell us when we were kids?" Rachel began.

"Yeah. The one's about the tribe's history. With giant dogs or something, right?" Rebecca asked.

"Wolves actually," Rachel corrected her. "But yeah, those. Remember he said that the warriors of the Quileute tribe will become spirit warriors, changing into the form of a wolf to protect their people from the Cold Ones?"

"Yeah... but what does that have to do with anything?" Rebecca said, perhaps more confused now than she had been minutes ago. "They were just stories, Rach."

"That's what I thought too," Rachel sighed. "But..."

"Put your hand in mine, Rebecca," Bella said suddenly, feeling it would be better to show her than to try and explain. Rebecca looked at her warily but did as she asked.

She gasped when she touched Bella's ice cold, marble skin. Bella smiled, her golden eyes shining with warmth and kindness, "We are the Cold Ones. My entire family and I. My husband and my father-in-law were the ones to sign the treaty with your grandfather, Ephraim."

"So you're..." Rebecca said in a small voice, looking at all the people before her, and not being able to bring herself to say the word on the tip of her tongue.

"Yeah," Rachel said slowly, making sure she sounded calm so she would not scare her sister. "The Cullen's are vampires. Except Renesmee. She is half vampire. When Bella and Edward got married, Bella was still human. Edward was a vampire. They produced a half vampire, half human hybrid. The Cullen's aren't bad vampires though. They only drink the blood of animals, never humans. But for the warriors, it doesn't matter. Vampires are vampires, according to their DNA. No offense guys."

"None taken," Carlisle smiled, nodding in understanding. "Unfortunately, it is true."

"Ok," Rebecca said, standing up with Emma on her hip and taking Cynthia by the hand she headed toward the door. "I don't know what game you all are playing, but it's not funny. I'm going to go find my husband."

"He's a spirit warrior, Becca," Rachel said, standing up to face her sister. "Just like Jacob and Paul. They turn into wolves to protect the ones they love from vampires."

"So our husbands, and our brother are... are... werewolves?" Rebecca cried.

"Shape- shifters, technically," Renesmee said quietly.

"Right," Rebecca breathed. The room was suddenly spinning.

"Renesmee," Alice called as she came out of a vision, "grab the baby!"

Renesmee jumped up and grabbed Emma from Rebecca just as she lost consciousness. She fell into Edward's arms who had witnessed Alice's vision. She was carried up to Carlisle's office.

When Rebecca awoke a while later, she stared up into the dark eyes of her husband. "Wes," she breathed as a smile spread across her face.

"Hey Hon," he smiled warmly.

"Oh Wes," she said sitting up straight, "I had the weirdest dream. You and Jacob and Rachel's husband were werewolves, and Jake was marrying a woman who's parents were vampires..."

"Becca," Wes sighed, taking her hand in his burning one, "it wasn't a dream."

"Oh my God," she whispered, staring at him, searching his face. "You really are a... a..."

"Shape- shifter?" he smiled weakly. "Yeah, so I've been told. Look Rebecca, I know this is a shock, and you're probably scared. Believe me, I am too. I'm trying to figure things out, but my head keeps spinning and going off in all different directions. I know this is a lot to take in, but if I'm going to make sense of any of it, I'm going to need you by my side."

Rebecca smiled and squeezed his hand. "I am scared, Wes. But there is no where else I'd rather be than right here next to you."

Renesmee came down the stairs to find Jacob sitting in the living room with Paul and Edward. "So," she sighed sitting down beside her fiancé, "is he?"

"Oh yeah," Paul laughed. "We barely got him into the woods before he exploded!"

"I called a meeting," Jacob said quietly. "The guys are on their way. I already promised Alice that we'd be done before dinner."

Renesmee nodded. "Jake, could I talk to you for a minute before they get here?"

"Sure, sure," he nodded. Renesmee took his hand and led him into the library, closing the double doors behind them.

"Ok," she said once they were alone, "how did this happen?"

Jacob groaned and sat down on the edge of the desk. "I don't know."

"I mean, he has to be part of the Quileute tribe right? But how is that possible since they live in Hawaii? And if he moved to Hawaii like Rebecca did, then who were his parents? And why could Alice see him changing into a wolf if she can hardly see you, but she saw him as clearly as she sees people like Mom and Jasper?"

"I don't know Ness!" he groaned again, a mixture of panic and anger rising in his chest. His voice got louder and louder as his frustration grew. "I don't know, ok? I have been asking myself those same stupid questions over and over trying to figure it out but I come up short every time!"

They sat in silence for a moment, Renesmee's arms crossed over her chest and Jacob's hands clenched into fists as they pondered their new discovery. "We'll have to talk to him," Jacob sighed, breathing deeply and trying to calm down. "Find out more about his history. Where he's from. Who his parents are."

"Think your sister will stay now? I mean, will she move back to La Push?" Renesmee asked quietly.

"I don't know," he shrugged.

"Hey," a familiar voice called from the front of the house, "anybody home?"

"We'll talk later, ok?" Jacob sighed, kissing Renesmee's forehead as they headed out of the library.

"Ok."

**J/N**

"Seth!" Renesmee cried, running to her friend who still stood in the entry way.

"There's the bride- to- be!" Seth Clearwater laughed as he caught her up in his arms and swung her around in a circle. "Where is the mighty Alpha?"

"Right here," Jacob said as he made his way towards them. Shivers ran down Renesmee's back as she looked at him. She hardly ever saw her happy-go-lucky Jacob look this fierce, but when he assumed his Alpha position he was a man not to be messed with. "Anyone else here yet?"

"Nope," Seth shrugged, his hand still resting on the small of Renesmee's back, "but you know I'm a faster runner than any of them."

"Except your sister," Renesmee reminded him with a smirk.

Seth frowned and pinched her hip causing her to squeal. Jacob watched them with the same stoney expression he'd had all day. "Let's wait for them outside," Jacob ordered. "We have a lot to talk about."

Renesmee watched as Seth and Jacob entered the woods and emerged seconds later in their wolf forms, meeting the other wolves who had appeared as well. Rachel came to stand beside her. "How's Rebecca?" Renesmee asked.

"Wes was just talking with her. She'll be fine, eventually," she said as each of them watched a charcoal grey wolf join the others. "That's him."

"I figured," Renesmee nodded. She and Rachel moved to sit in the living room. "I thought Rebecca's husband was from Hawaii?"

"Her first husband was. The one she ran away with when we were 18. Wes is her second husband, and the father of both of her little girls," Rachel explained. "I guess he's from somewhere around here, but we'll have to ask him or Rebecca to know for sure."

Alice and Bella entered the room then. Alice threw herself down on one of the big white chairs with her arms crossed over her small chest. "If Jacob is late for this dinner, I swear he'll need a lot more than his little wolfy friends to protect him."

"I'm sure he'll be back in time, Alice," Bella said.

"Auntie," Renesmee said, momentarily distracting Alice from her murderous thoughts, "why do you think you could see Wes so clearly? I mean, he's a wolf and you saw him and his family perfectly but you couldn't see Jacob at all when you first met him?"

"I have no idea," she shrugged. "I can see humans because I was one, vampires because I am one, but I've never been able to see wolves before because, quite obviously, I've never been one. It's weird though. I can see him almost better than I can see most humans."

**J/N**

The dinner went well. Everyone was able to put the events of the past few hours behind them so they could enjoy themselves and focus on Renesmee and Jacob.

Well, most people were focusing on Renesmee and Jacob. Alice however, could feel Wes staring at her almost the entire time. It was starting to get a little awkward. Jasper felt her discomfort and said suddenly, "Alice and I will go an' get desert. We'll be right back."

Once they had retreated to the kitchen, Jasper said gently, "What's wrong, Darlin'?"

"I don't know," she said, shaking her head as she got a cake out of the refrigerator. "Wes keeps looking at me. Closer to staring actually, rather than looking. And he's been doing it all night."

"He's trying to remember where he knows you from," Edward said, entering the kitchen as well.

"What are you talking about?" Alice cried. "I've never seen the kid in my entire existence!"'

"He's curious 'bout somethin' though," Jasper said in agreement.

"So am I," Alice groaned.

"Maybe you should talk to him," Edward suggested. "It may explain why you can see him even though he's a wolf."

"Yes, I will," she sighed, picking up the cake in one hand and a carton of ice cream in the other. "As soon as I serve desert."

**J/N**

"Hey Wes," Alice said when dinner was over. "Can I talk to you outside for a minute?"

Wes nodded and followed Alice into the backyard. She had decided that would be the best place to speak with him. Just in case he phased. At least he'd be outside with more of a chance to control himself. She saw Jasper sit down on the couch nearest the back door and pick up a book, but he didn't fool her. She knew he would be listening to every word they said, ready to swoop in and save her at the slightest hint of a threat from Wes. However, she didn't anticipate a problem. Her visions had given no indication of him phasing. "So," she sighed, smiling encouragingly at the new wolf, "how's everything going? Are you doing alright with all of this?"

"Honestly, no. It's gonna take some getting used to, but I'm getting there."

Alice nodded understandingly. "Well, unfortunately, vampires and werewolves are not as weird as it gets."

"What?" he said, laughing humorlessly. "Are your neighbors witches and wizards?"

"Wes, don't be ridiculous," Alice smiled. "Actually, it's about me and a few other members of the family. Some of us have special powers."

"Like superheroes or something?"

"Kind of," she said, taking a deep breath. "Jasper can feel other's emotions and he can control them as well. He's called an empath. Renesmee can let you see her thoughts through touch. Carlisle calls it tactile-thought-projection. Bella can shield people from mental attacks of other vampires, including Edward's ability to read people's minds. That's how I know you were trying to figure out where we knew each other from during dinner."

"Wow," he breathed.

"I know, it's a lot to take in," she said, keeping a close eye on him to see if he would loose it. But there were no physical signs, and her visions were clear. "But I think you may be on to something. There is a connection between us, Wes. I'm not sure what it is but I know it's there."

**J/N**

Jasper was startled by a bouncing on the couch beside him. He turned to see little Cynthia next to him. He had been focusing so hard on Alice and Wes, he hadn't even felt or heard her approach. Now though, he felt curiosity, admiration, and wonder radiating off her as she stared at him. He was amazed by her bright blue eyes, much like Alice had once mentioned hers were before the change. "Hello," he smiled.

"Hello," she smiled back. "My name's Cynthia Rain Stewart."

"Pleased to meet you ma'm," he chuckled. "I'm Jasper Whitlock Hale."

"I know," she shrugged, scampering onto his lap and peering out the back window. "That's my Daddy. And that's your wife. She's very pretty."

"I think so," he said, daring to take a breath with her so very close to him. The scent of human blood filled his nose, barely tainted with her father's shape shifting gene. But it was enough to turn him off, thank God. That and the child was just as sweet and innocent as Renesmee had been. He felt protective of her. Even if she would not have had werewolf in her, he somehow knew he would not harm her. There was an automatic bond between him and this little girl on his lap, nearly as strong as it had been when he first held Renesmee. He saw Edward standing near by, with a smile on his face. You heard me?

Edward nodded slightly.

It's strange. I'm a monster. I don't trust myself, and I know y'all are constantly worried...

Edward shook his head and held his hand up to stop Jasper's self loathing.

Children though, Jasper thought as he placed his hand on Cynthia's back as she continued to look out the window, well, Renesmee and now Cynthia, they aren't afraid.

"They don't see the scars," Edward said quietly so only Jasper would hear him. "They see what we all wish you could. You are a good man, Jasper. One of the best I've ever known. I'm proud to call you my brother."

Jasper felt a smile pull at the corner of his mouth, and gave Edward a slight nod of thanks.

**J/N**

"So you can see me?" Wes said after Alice had told him about her visions and her normal impairments. She nodded. "Why do you think that is?" he asked.

"Like I said before, there's a connection somewhere between us. We just have to figure out where. So, why did you think I looked so familiar?"

He shook his head and looked at the ground. "There was this picture. My grandmother keeps it on the mantle with a vase of red roses beside it year round. It's a really old black and white photograph of a beautiful young woman. She says it was her aunt. She told me that her grandparents said she was dead, but her mother insisted she was alive. And my grandmother believed her. I used to call her the 'Lost Lady' when I was younger. I thought it was just a story, but now..."

"Now what?" Alice asked patiently.

"Now I'm not so sure," Wes said slowly. He looked back up at Alice. "You look just like her."

"I do?" she asked, eyebrows raised in shock.

"I know it sounds crazy, right?" he laughed. "Just forget it. Let's go back to your visions and why I'm in them."

"Wes, I'm able to see a foggy outline of Renesmee now because I care so much about her. I see Jasper clearer than anyone because he is my husband. And I see you nearly as clearly as I see him. I need to know more about you to put this puzzle together. Is that ok with you?"

He nodded. Why not? This day couldn't possibly get any weirder anyways.

"You're not from Hawaii originally. Rachel told me that. Where is your family from?"

"I guess my Dad's from here. He took off when I was a kid so I don't know much about him. He has to be Quileute though, right? With the whole shape shifting thing?"

Alice nodded. "So where's your Mom from then?"

"Mississippi actually," he said.

Alice gasped. "Around Biloxi?"

Wes was surprised. "Yeah. She and my grandmother both still live there. I couldn't stand it though so I moved to Hawaii."

Alice had stopped listening though. Her mind was working too quickly right now. Biloxi. The old photograph. Parents saying their daughter was dead. Cynthia. "Oh my God," she gasped.

"What?" Wes asked, concerned by the look on the small woman's face. "What's wrong?"

"Your Lost Lady isn't so lost," she said with a slight smile. Wes seemed confused. "Was Cynthia named after your great grandmother?"

Wes nodded. Alice grinned and hugged him tightly. "Um..."

"Wes," she laughed, pulling away to look him in the eye, "I am the Lost Lady. My full name is Mary Alice Brandon. Cynthia was my younger sister. And you... you are my great nephew. That's why I can see you so clearly!"

Wes was wrong. This day just got much, much weirder.