A/N: Sorry for my lack of activity. I haven't seen many fics talk about werewolves and I love the Twilight universe wolves, I hope you all enjoy.

I sat on my bed, cigarette in hand as I stared at the dress Alice bought me. It was black, I at least appreciated that at least. Slim, tight fitting, with a maze of straps I could never hope to understand. I tapped ashes into the old coffee cup beside my bed. How could she be so excited for such a pointless event when three people were just killed?

I shook my head, standing from the bed. I paced the length of my room. I had heard the story before, in New York. People attacked by large rabid dogs. That's what everyone believed, witness testimony or not, since there was no way there could be wolves in the streets of New York. What was going on? I looked over to my phone, I turned it off a while ago. I held the button until it turned back on, a message appearing on the screen. An address. Then I remembered, the party. I unlocked my phone about to message Dez back, then I realized, Alice had said Carlisle had been treating the victims of the attacks.

Maybe he knew more. I flipped through my caller history to find his number, he answered after barely a ring. "Delilah?" I smiled a little, it was nice to know he was happy to hear from me. "Hey Carlisle. How's it going?" There was a long pause.

"Are you doing alright, darling? This phone call seems to be unlike your character."

I chuckled, "You can read me like a book, can't you, Carlisle? Yeah, I'm fine, I just want to know what you know about those 'wolf' attacks."

I heard him sigh into the phone, "I feel this is not a matter to-"

"I've heard of this happening before. You've been around a long time, I'm sure you know something. C'mon, Carlisle…" I made sure to sound as pitiful as possible.

"Alight, Delilah. I'd rather not explain over the phone, I'll be over in a few minutes."

I hung up with a smirk, I guess hereally does have a soft spot for me. I grabbed my bag, dumping my school binder out, and taking the backpack with me downstairs. Charlie stood in the kitchen, head hung as he rubbed his face, a cup of coffee in his hands. He hadn't changed out of his uniform yet. "You alright, officer?" I smiled at him, he looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, that could rival mine, and I swore he looked older. "Hey, Lilah, how was school?"

"Good." I walked over, pulling the coffee out of his hand, "You don't need this, go to bed get some sleep."

"Lilah." He warned reaching for the cup, "No way, dad you look dead, go 'hit the hay', if they need you, they can call you. Anyways you've been awake more than a day, you did your part."

He squinted at me, knowing well that he'd lost the fight, you rarely one with me, and sighed. "Fine." He turned and walked toward the staircase. "Where's Sue?" I asked, taking a sip from his coffee.

"The rez, the council needed her, or something." He muttered. I shrugged.

"Wait, are you going out again? You just got home." He came back down the stairs.

"Don't worry, I won't be long." I smiled but he looked unconvinced, " I'll call you if I need you, pinky promise. Now, get your ass to bed before you pass out on the stairs."

With a sigh he left. Still smiling and looked towards my phone, I'm here. Tonight could prove to be quite an interesting night.

Carlisle looked stressed, well as stressed as a beautiful immortal being could look. His brows were furrowed, his hair slightly disheveled. It was… Odd. Whatever was going on had obviously gotten to him.

"So… We might as well jump right into it. What the fuck is going on." He reached over me, not moving his eyes off the road, and pulled my seat belt across me and clicked it into place. Jesus, he smells good. He smelt like honey, expensive cologne and something I couldn't really place.

He sighed. "I believe it is caused by Children of the Moon."

"Children of the what?" I raised my eyebrows, what kind of fresh hell was this.

He looked like he wanted to laugh. "They are werewolves, the more traditional kind. They are very different than the Quileute wolves. They are stronger, faster, they have no hierarchy, and their abilities are passed on by bite only, not by genes." He looked over to me briefly, "They are brutal, more animal than human. And when they are transformed they have very little control over themselves. Their control wevers even more during full moons."

I sat back, eyes wide. This sounded like a goddamn problem. "But, all those people. The ones who were bitten and lived… Will they-?" He nodded grimly. "But why? Why would their be 'werewolves' here? You're here, and you are the strongest fastest things I know, why would they want to fuck with you?"

"Like I said, they are stronger than the wolves. They can stand against us much better than them. And they ones who are going to turn, well, we'll deal with it on the moon. I'm hoping there is a way to cure them on the full moon. Otherwise, we'll have to… put them down. Sadly, they will do too much damage to be spared.

"As to why, I believe that there is a shapeshifter with intentions to kill both my family and the wolves. Whether or not this is true we must take precautions. I have spoken with Bella, and we both believe for the time being you stay with either of us-"

I shook my head with a chuckle, "Nope, no way. For one I'm not going to let some mythical bitches scare me out of my house, and two I'm not going to leave Charlie and Sue."

"I assure you they will be protected as well,"

"Good, then you can protect me with them."

He sighed, we were just pulling up to his home. "If you change your mind, Delilah, know you are always welcome."

I followed him home, the house was eerily quiet. "Where is everyone…"

He smiled over his shoulder, but didn't say anything. Carlisle led me to his study, it was filled with books I was sure were older than me. I shook my head in disbelief, I didn't even like books, and yet it was beautiful. There was a table sitting off to the side, books already open on it. "This is what I wanted to show you." He said quietly, like he forgot I was a human, with less than great hearing. He leaned over the table, and grabbed one of the books, I enjoyed the look of his muscles pressing against his shirt. The book was heavy in my hands, old, used. He pointed to a drawing on the page. It was black, almost hard to make out, "They look similar to wolves, but their hind legs are longer, stronger, giving them the ability to pounce at amazing speeds." He moved his finger to what I assumed was the front legs. "Their arms are more human like, they are able to grab their victims."

Shaking my head again I set the book down. I brushed past Carlisle, making sure to inhale his intoxicating scent as I did. "So they have no order, no pack, are barely human, yet you think they're plotting against you. That they're creating the numbers to fight you." I scanned the pages in front of me. "Just dosen't make any sense." I muttered.

He nodded. "I understand how it sounds, but some of their kind do possess the ability to think more clearly than others. This area is more forest than city, a very small police force. Perfect to create a haven for their kind."

This was unreal. "Delilah?" I looked up at him, "What do you know of this?"

"Nothing much really. Back in New York people were getting attacked by some 'big wolf' but no one ever caught it. When I left there hadn't been any attacks for a while." He smiled at me.

Two hours later he had convinced me to just stay the night, that Renesmee could drive me to school in the morning, I exhausted, I reluctantly agreed. It would probably be better that way, I doubted the Cullens would let me sleep in. And well, the guest room was far bigger, and the bed was so much softer than my own. Leaving a message for Charlie, I let Carlisle lead me to the room. "I had alice leave you some clothing for you to sleep in, and for tomorrow. You can pick up your school supplies in the morning." He smiled at me, "Goodnight, Delilah."

I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his cool cheek. "Goodnight, Carlisle."