A/N: 4th chapter! I got reviews saying my chapters weren't long enough, so this one is longer, I hope not too long though. R&R….enjoy! thnx

CHAPTER 4

Rpov

The clock read 11:24. I was tired. Millie, Amber, and I had stayed up to move all our stuff in. We saved the living room for last, where the wolf now lay, still on the blankets. From time to time he had woken up, drifting in and out of consciousness. Sometimes he would moan, sounding almost human-like. He was healing fast, but I'm not sure morning would have him in a state fit to be released. I've grown quite fond of him, as I usually do of most injured or sick animals I bring in. Sometimes I would go over to him and pet his head when he moaned. I hated to see an animal in pain, though he had no physical injuries, he seemed to be in pain. I realized, we didn't have any food; for us, or the wolf

"Millie, could you go to the store to buy some food?" "We also need meat for the wolf when he wakes up."

"Sure, I need to bring in my resume for the job I want with The Seattle Times anyway."

Millie was a great photographer and artist. Some of her photos had even landed in the Boston News. I knew she would at least get an interview, and probably the job. Of course, Seattle was a couple hours from here, but she didn't seem to mind.

"I'll take my truck."

"Ok."

Amber and I had yet to get jobs. Well, if Millie got the job, we might not need two more. All three of us were talented musicians and singers. Amber played the harp and cello, Millie played the violin and flute, and I played viola and piano. That was how we got some money, playing at weddings and parties and such.

Which reminded me, we still had to bring in the baby grand. It was one of my most prized possessions, besides my car. It had no real history, just a piano we bought sometime ago to play on, but it made music that was so much better than listening to it on cheap recordings. I wanted to play it.

"Amber, I'm gonna get the piano out of the moving van, k?"

"Alright, don't chip a nail!"

"Amber", she was funny.

I wheeled off the ramp. Now, how to get it inside.

"Amber, hold the door open."

"K."

I turned it sideways and with amber's help, somehow managed to get it through the door and roll it across the kitchen floor to the living room.

"There, let's just hope it's in tune."

I wanted to play my favorite song, well, one of them. It was "My Immortal" by Evanescence. My second favorite was by them also, called "Good Enough". I usually sung to them and Amber or Millie would too, singing beautiful harmonies. It was quite good.

I sat down to play. It was in tune. Great! Now I don't have to tune the darn thing which is quite a pain. I started playing "My Immortal" I sang, but as I did I kept an eye on the wolf; it was strange, but it seemed as if he was really listening. I was probably just imagining things.

Jpov

I could hear an angel in my dreams. Am I dreaming? I am so tired. I would fall asleep and then I would think I'm awake, except she is there. I could hear music. And her voice. It's amazing. Wait. Where am I? I'm hungry, I know that.

Someone's home. It's another one of those girls. I think there are three of them. They smell different. But I like how that one smells, the angel one. She smells warm, like an ocean breeze and the sun shining down on your face. Well, one of the others was carrying food! Yum. Well, it was raw meat; I've never tried to eat in wolf form. But I was hungry enough to eat almost anything.

Rpov

As I finished, Millie arrived home.

"Hey, I got the food and stuff, and dropped off my resume. I'm surprised they were open this late, but the secretary said I would get a call within the week if they decided to interview."

"Great. What did you get?" Amber asked as she was bringing water for the wolf.

"Raw steak, should I cook it?"

"Hmmm…it depends, he might like it cooked, it won't hurt, but oven cooking would take too long, just thaw it in the microwave."

"Ok."

I checked on the wolf while the steak was being heated up. He was awake now, though he still looked tired. I don't know how long we will have to take care of him.

"Here ya' go."

Amber handed me the meat.

The wolf ate it ravenously. I tentatively reached out to stroke his head, when he let me, I pet him as he ate. I was thinking. Maybe he really was listening? I'll try again, I'll see if my playing and singing puts him to sleep. I sit down and play away, my fingers drifting over the keys into a caressing melody. Soon, the wolf nodded off. And I went to bed, thinking about my first day in La Push.

Jpov

I ate the meat up in a few gulps. She reached out hesitantly. She wanted to pet me. Well, normally I would be annoyed. I'm not someone's pet poodle. But her strokes were calming. I tingled when she touched me. And I don't know why.

Then she played the piano again, her voice singing me into sleep. And when she finished, I went to sleep thinking about my first day in this house. The first day that I have felt a little bit better since….I couldn't think about her, couldn't think her name…but when I thought of that girl, the one who stroked my fur just minutes ago, as another had done before, I felt better, not good. But good enough.

A/N: ok, a lot longer than usual, hope you enjoyed it! I couldn't resist putting the bit about Evanescence in it, those are some of my favorite songs. And I tried to "Good Enough" to Jacob in the end, if you noticed…Thnks 4 reading! R&R por favor!