This chapter is dedicated to Scooby Lady. It makes me happy that you are willing to give my Jacob a chance. He really is a good guy!

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When we went back into the house, we listened to Sam explaining werewolf life.

He told us that after the transformation, Jake would be very poor at controlling his emotional state, so it was probably best he avoided me and Silas for at least a few days, a week or two preferably.

He told us that the pack mind was connected, and that the others were some guys named Jared and Paul. He said the council suspected Jake's friend Quil was also a wolf.

Breifly something called imprinting was mentioned, but he said that could be explained another time.

He finished the informational monologue by saying that the reason werewolves existed was to protect the people of La Push and even Forks from vampires.

Once that was finished he turned to me and smiled apologetically. "Knowing that, I hope you can forgive me and Jared for the trouble we caused last summer."

I nodded and he asked suddenly, "Why are you still human?"

I blinked in surprise and asked, "Why wouldn't I be?"

Reaching forward, he brushed my hair over my shoulder on the left side, exposing the pale scar on my neck. I realized that it was the exact same spot Jasper had been nibbling on when we were in the tree.

I sighed, "That's not what happened that day. Jasper didn't bite me then."

Jacob eyes widened and he sharply turned his eyes onto me. "He bit you?"

I explained, "It's why they left."

Sam growled, "The cowards were afraid we'd attack them for it! They tried to steal you and force you into their family, but it didn't work so they fled."

I was surprised by the ferocity that suddenly pulsed through me. He shattered my heart, he broke me in half, but Jasper was still mine and I was not going to sit and let Sam talk trash about him.

I hotly snapped, "You're wrong."

Sam looked startled and asked, "I am?"

I let my eyes drift onto Silas, who was talking to Emily in the living room.

Tears began to form in my eyes as I allowed myself to venture into my most painful memory ever. I whispered sadly, "It was an accident. Alice saved me, Sam. She stopped me from turning. I didn't mind that it had almost happened, because it didn't. Jasper was worried. He left to keep us safe."

I'm dangerous, and I can't control myself forever. I think I made that very clear.

Suddenly, it was all too real to me. Too painful, too strong.

My brain flinched and started to recoil into the darkness. I closed my eyes and held my breath to force the tears to stop.

Jacob asked in alert, "Bella, what's the matter?"

Slowly, so slowly, I felt Jasper being stuffed away. I felt the pull of his box yanking the memories of him back inside. Like two halves of a magnet.

I didn't want to lose them again.

Jacob had promised me I would learn to live with the memories. He promised he would help me do that.

He had given light to my life, but now twilight was returning.

I desperately reached out for my sun, grabbing onto his hand. I felt his warm arms wrap around me and he pulled me close against his chest.

He didn't ask what was wrong, he just seemed to understand. Like that day he picked me up off the forest floor, he suddenly just connected and knew what I needed the most. I needed light in my life.

I didn't need the morphine I was once so ready to rely on.

I needed an inner strength powerful enough to fight off the pain rather than ease it.

I needed Jacob Black; more than I had ever needed anything.

I felt a little body climb onto my lap and peeked over Jacob's arm. He asked sadly, "Mama, what's wrong?"

I sighed and answered, "I'm fine, Silas."

He glared at me and accused, "No you aren't, you're crying."

I wiped my eyes dry and asked stubbornly, "Why does that mean something's wrong? Sometimes people cry when they're happy."

I didn't want my baby to know I was upset, especially why. For two of the four months after Jasper left Silas was struggling to be okay without him around. I didn't want him to think about Jasper in a negative way, it only hurts him.

Silas gazed intently at me and announced, "Last time you were really sad, you're eyes looked the same. All dark."

I blinked in confusion and asked, "What time was that?"

He hugged me and pressed his cheek against my neck. I felt my vision going black, and then a memory- his memory- started to play for me like a movie.

(*Flashback to the day Jasper left, Silas's POV*)

I held onto daddy's envelope like he asked, listening to him and mama talk.

They always said things that I didn't get. I didn't know what the words were. But I didn't need to, I just needed to watch mama's face and I could sort of figure out if it was a good or a bad thing.

Mama's eyes started to water and she begged, "Please don't do this to me, Jasper."

Daddy moved closer, "It has to be done."

I thought everything was okay, because daddy hugged me and mama. But after he kissed my forehead his mood changed.

His pretty golden eyes were really dark and he whispered, "You behave yourself for mama, okay munchkin?"

I could feel it suddenly. I could feel the atmosphere's mood change. Mama was sad, and daddy was the cause of it.

I nodded a little bit, silently promising to be good.

Daddy kissed mama too, in the place daddy always kisses her, on her mouth. A second went by before he was gone. He was gone in just one blink, I was surprised.

I looked at my mama to see if maybe she would tell me where he went, but I didn't ask.

I was scared when I looked at her. Her pretty brown eyes were… wrong. They were very dark and she looked horrified. I think she was trying to see where daddy went, because her eyes were focused so far away.

(*End flashback.*)

I was shocked breathless by what just happened.

Did he just…?

What just…?

How did…?

I sharply took a breath of air and forced myself to make a complete thought.

He just showed me his memory! There was no way I imagined it. It had been too powerful, too agonizingly real.

When I looked at myself through his eyes, I could see I had started to fall apart the very second Jasper was gone.

He was right, my eyes had been dark. They were like black oceans of torture. I think I actually just watched my own heart breaking through Silas's eyes.

I asked numbly, "Silas, how did you do that?"

He didn't even look up, he just answered, "Edward taught me how. He said I have a photo memory, but he says it's stronger than anyone else, because I'm special like Alice was."

I shook my head and asked, "What do you mean special like Alice was?"

Silas now looked at me. "Edward said she could still see what was going to happen even when she was a human. He says I can do the same thing, 'cept I can let someone else see what I have seen!"

Why the hell didn't Edward tell me this?

Jacob asked, "What are you two talking about?"

I smiled at Silas and encouraged, "Why don't you show Jake and Sam something? Maybe the first time you held Morris at the pet store?"

Silas buried his face into my shoulder shyly, "I don't wanna. I only want you to get into my head."

I smiled and affectionately kissed his hair, rubbing his back. I promised, "That's okay, honey, you don't have to."

That was a good thing, actually. Silas had and would have seen too much in a few weeks, with the werewolves and everything.

If he only used his special little gift on me, then he couldn't possibly expose the Cullen family or the wolf pack to the people of Forks.

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