AN: Really sorry I took so long to update. I had like no time this week to write. But big thanks to those who reviewed on the last chapter! Means a lot! So I changed around some New Moon events in this chapter, so it's not exactly like the book, although some things will be. There's also dialogue from the book in here, which is not mine.

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"Because she's dead."

Shit. He really needed to learn how to keep his mouth shut.

Embry's brow furrowed as he shook his head, "Jake, you're seriously not making any sense. You just said the girl wasn't a vampire."

"And I meant it. She's not a vampire." Jacob looked back at Sam, "I swear on my life she's not."

"Jacob, you just said she's dead. And yet I saw with my own eyes that girl by your side. From the evidence we've gathered, I'd say she was-"

"Sam, I swear to God if you accuse her of being a damn bloodsucker one more time…" He kicked the chair that was in between them and stepped forward, getting up in Sam's face, his body already quivering with anger.

"Okay, okay, take it easy, all of you." Emily demanded calmly as she moved around the table and situated herself so that she was standing in between Sam and Jacob. "Clearly this is not getting us anywhere." She looked up at Sam. "Now what did you find out from the Elders?"

"Well, I asked them if they knew anything about a wolf being able to refuse an Alpha order. I know Jacob was meant to be the leader of the pack but I didn't think it was possible for him to simply ignore an order-"

"Look, I know I ignored your order but let's just make it clear that I still don't want to be Alpha, okay?" Last thing he wanted was another pointless discussion about him needing to take his 'rightful' place.

Sam nodded. "I understand that, Jacob and that's fine. But back to what I was saying. You said you made a promise to that girl. And I used my Alpha order to get you to tell us what that promise was, right?"

Jacob impatiently nodded his head, "Yeah, so?"

"I brought up imprinting for a reason, Jacob. When a wolf imprints, his commitment to his pack becomes secondary. His imprint being his primary commitment and priority. And to make a long story short, the Elders seem to believe that if a wolf makes a promise to his imprint, not even an Alpha order can force him to break it."

"So I guess that means you did imprint, Jake." Embry came up behind him and clasped him on the shoulder, chuckling, "Congrats man, now Sam won't be the only whipped wolf in the pack anymore."

Sam threw Embry a warning glance, "Don't think I won't double up on your patrols."

Embry's smile faded and his hand quickly dropped from Jacob's shoulder before he took a step backward.

Jacob, still processing Sam's newly acquired information, walked around his Alpha and headed for the front door. Sam turned around and frowned, "Jacob, where are you going? There are still some things we need to discuss-"

Jacob held up his hand, still walking toward the door, "Later. Right now I need some air."

Sam was about to protest but Emily took his hand, forcing him to look back at her. "Give him some time." she said softly, squeezing his hand, "He needs to come to terms with this on his own."

Jacob disappeared into the forest surrounding Emily and Sam's house, grateful that neither Embry or Sam were following him. There was no way he could've imprinted. And especially on his guardian angel, of all people. It had to be impossible. Surely imprinting only applied to the living.

Right?

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. What the hell was he going to do when he saw Quinn? Go up to her and say, Hey, guess what I found out? Well, apparently we're soul mates! He scoffed at the very idea.

Maybe he didn't imprint. Maybe there was some other explanation. Sure, he hadn't been able to get his mind off her since they met and when he was asleep last night, he'd definitely dreamt about her (of course not in that way) and yeah, being away from her was more uncomfortable than anything he'd ever experienced in his life but that didn't mean that he imprinted on her.

Are you that much of a delusional idiot, a small voice in the back of his mind questioned. You just listed a bunch of reasons proving you did imprint on her.

Okay, so he imprinted. Now what was he supposed to with that? If he told Quinn about his imprinting, it could ruin their relationship. He was her charge for Christ's sake, she didn't think of him in that way. And she probably never would.

He was too wrapped up in his thoughts to even notice where his feet were taking him. When he finally looked around at his surroundings, he realized he was in Bella's backyard. His head shot up and he found himself standing directly below her window. His brow furrowed in confusion. Why was he here?

If Sam knew he was here, he'd blow a gasket. He'd made it very clear that he was to stay away from her since humans couldn't know about their secret.

Which Jacob didn't understand that. Bella clearly already knew about the Cullens. He didn't see a problem with her knowing about the tribe's secret too. He knew Bella well enough to know that she wouldn't go telling the entire town what they were.

He craned his neck back, staring up at Bella's window. He could hear her heart beating upstairs so she was definitely home, but he quickly realized she wasn't why his feet had brought him here.

Quinn was up there with her.

Without a second thought, he grabbed a small rock out of the dirt and lightly chucked it at the window. Why would Quinn be at Bella's? Didn't she know better? Hadn't enough people seen her already?

The sound of the window being pushed upward snapped him out of his thoughts. "Jake?"

He looked up, and met the gaze of a very surprised, and partially sick looking Bella. Before he could even respond, her eyes widened and she then exclaimed, "What the hell happened to you?"

She was probably referring to his newly cropped hair and lack of clothing. He was starting to regret going without a shirt. The way she was looking at him made him really want to cover up.

"I-I'm coming down." she stated loudly, when he failed to respond.

"Don't. Just stand back. I'll come up to you." He beckoned her backward before making his way up the spruce tree that grew next to the house.

He launched himself threw Bella's open window, much to her horror, and landed on the balls of his feet with a low thud.

He straightened up and was immediately met with the sight of Quinn standing before him. He opened his mouth to say something but Quinn put a finger to her lips, shaking her head.

"Jake, what are you doing here?" Jacob watched as Bella moved in front of him, causing Quinn to take a step back.

So Bella couldn't see her.

"Billy said you were sick," Bella continued, as she looked him up and down, "But clearly that's not the case if you're running around with practically no clothes on. Jake, seriously what the hell?"

"It's all very complicated." He had to force himself to look at Bella and not behind her, at Quinn.

"Well un-complicate it for me, Jake. Why did your dad lie to me? And you're hair!" she pushed herself up onto her toes and lightly tugged on his short hair, "It's all gone." Her gaze drifted down to his bicep, "And you got a tattoo?" She stared at him incredulously but then something seemed to click in her eyes.

He frowned. There's no way she could've figured it out so fast, could she?

"Tell me Sam didn't get to you." she pleaded, shaking her head all the while, "Tell me you didn't get sucked into his gang too, Jacob."

"It's not what you think, Bella. He's just…well he's helping me. I didn't understand before-"

"He's helping you." she repeated dubiously. "Naturally. Cause this," she gestured to his new look, "is sure to help you."

"Bella, this isn't Sam's fault." he said as calmly and evenly as possible. "Trust me when I say that he didn't do this. None of this was his fault."

"Then who's fault is it?" she demanded, "Cause I know you Jacob and this isn't you! He did something to you, and even if you're too brainwashed to realize it-"

"Stop blaming Sam, Bella." he yelled out, cutting her off. "You really want to know who's to blame? Well, I hate to break it to you but it's those filthy, reeking bloodsuckers that you love so damn much."

His body was trembling again and Quinn must've noticed because she moved in between him and Bella, much like Emily had done earlier with him and Sam, and lightly pushed at his chest. He reluctantly stepped back at her cautionary gaze.

He still couldn't understand how Bella could not see her.

"I don't understand who you mean." he heard Bella say, her voice suddenly soft and barely above a whisper.

"Don't play stupid, Bella." he growled, unconsciously taking a step forward only to have Quinn push at his chest again. "You know damn well who I'm talking about. The Cullens." he spat.

"I-I…what are you even accusing them of?" she folded her arms across her chest, "Surely you haven't started listening to Billy's superstitious nonsense now, Jake. Besides, they left more than half a year ago. Whatever's Sam doing now can't have anything to do with them."

"Sam isn't doing anything, Bella." he snapped in frustration. "And I know they're gone. But sometimes…things are set in motion, and then it's too late."

Bella was still clearly confused. "What's set in motion? What's too late? What are you blaming them for?"

"You remember that day at La Push, where we walked on the beach?"

She nodded, "Yeah, but what does that-"

"Do you remember what I told you, about the Quileute legends?"

"Yeah, you told me about the," she swallowed hard, "the cold ones."

"I didn't just tell you about them, Bella." he huffed, "Although I see why they're the only part of the story you bothered to remember."

"Jake, please." Her hand moved to her forehead as she tried to recall what he was talking about. It really didn't help that she was still fighting the stomach flu, her brain clouded with exhaustion.

He moved forward and grasped both of her shoulders, shaking her slightly, "C'mon, Bella, I know you know this."

"Jacob, don't." Quinn said delicately, now beside him. "You don't want to hurt her, do you?"

Right. He let go of Bella's shoulders before he accidentally crushed her bones or something. He sighed heavily, murmuring, "Maybe it'll come back to you later."

Bella looked at him apologetically, "Jake, I…" She shook her head as he headed toward the window, "Don't be an idiot, Jake. You'll break your leg. Use the door like a normal person."

He snorted, already pushing up her window and ducking his head underneath before swinging his legs out. He landed on his feet and glanced up at Bella, a smirk on his face, "No broken leg, see?"

"Why didn't you just tell her about you being a werewolf?" Quinn questioned as she followed Jacob into the forest.

"I couldn't. Sam ordered me not to. But she'll figure it out on her own, I know she will." He looked back at her and smiled. He felt so much better having her back by his side again.

"So what happened with you and the pack? What did they say?"

He sighed. "Well, they all saw you unfortunately. They thought you were a vampire cause apparently your scent isn't quite human and not quite vampire."

She looked up at him anxiously, "And?"

"I told them you weren't a vampire. They didn't believe me. But don't worry I didn't tell them about you being a guardian angel." he assured.

She let out a small sigh of relief. "Good."

"Sam tried to use his Alpha order on me to get me to fess up on what I was hiding" he continued before grinning, "It didn't work."

She arched her eyebrow, "Why?"

His smile faltered and he cleared his throat, hoping to divert her attention from it, "I…er…I don't know." He wasn't about to tell her about the imprinting thing. The last thing he wanted was to freak her out. Or have her hate him. "Anyways, why were you in Bella's room?"

"Oh, I was with Santana." she replied simply.

Jacob frowned, looking at her questionably, "And what were you two doing with Bella? I mean, she can't see you."

Quinn rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably, "Well you see, Santana's…she's kind of…sort of…Bella's guardian angel."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh really."

She nodded, then pointed her finger at him, "Yeah, but don't tell anyone that either. Especially Bella, she can't know about Santana."

"Yeah, I know." he gave an understanding nod, "Don't worry."

They continued through the forest in silence, enabling Quinn to take notice of all the little creatures around them enjoying the sun filled day. The birds were chirping and cawing above their heads, traveling from tree to tree. The insects buzzing nosily around their heads (although she didn't try to swat them away like Jacob did when they got too close), as well as the squirrels scampering up the trees, having just gathered their meal.

Everything was so peaceful, so serene. To her, this was more of a paradise than the actual Paradise up above. If she had to spend eternity anywhere in the world, it would be here.

You're just saying that because this is Jacob's home, a small voice in the back of her head told her.

Am not.

When she felt something warm against her hand, she looked away from the tree tops and down at her left hand. She wasn't sure if she had inadvertently grabbed Jacob's hand or he'd casually grabbed hers, but either way they were now holding hands.

Not that she was complaining.

It felt nice. Natural, even. Like his hand was meant to hold hers.

She quickly shook her head of the thought and averted her gaze up at the sky. She didn't want Jacob to see her looking at their intertwined hands and take his hand away, thinking it wasn't what she wanted.

"So what's your friend Santana like?" He questioned out of the blue.

She frowned a little, looking up at him. "Why do you ask?"

He shrugged. "I'm just curious as to what kind of a guardian angel Bella got."

"Well, she's uh…" She drifted off unsurely. How would one even begin to describe Santana?

Well, she's temperamental for one.

Also violent. (Santana blames where she grew up, Lima Heights, for that one.)

"Lima Heights is a very hostile place...I learned things."

She's got a bilingual foul mouth.

With dark sense of humor.

And she's incredibly cynical.

But she's honest. Excruciatingly so, but still honest.

Oh, not to mention horny. (And no matter how many times the girl compared herself to a lizard, lust was still a sin.)

"Look, Q. You don't understand, I'm like a lizard. I need something warm beneath me or else I can't digest my food."

Which never made sense to her since Santana didn't even eat anymore (hello, she's dead) so that argument was completely invalid.

Hmm…what else?

Oh, probably the most prominent one: the girl's a bitch. (But Santana knows this and is okay with it, but still, Quinn knew better than to call her one out loud. Of course not that she ever would. She was an angel after all. She didn't use foul language.)

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that maybe telling Jacob that his best friend's guardian angel was all those things wasn't such a good idea.

So instead she settled with, "Let's just say that Santana's a very colorful guardian angel."

Jacob chuckled at that. "So I take it I'm better off knowing what she's really like."

She nodded her head and laughed, "Pretty much. She's not exactly the most conventional angel but she's… " She drifted off when Jacob abruptly stopped and was slightly yanked back due to their intertwined hands. She was forced to stop as well and just as she turned around to see what was up, she sensed something wrong.

She looked up and saw the birds scatter from their perches in the treetops above their heads and around her there was silence. The animals had disappeared.

Jacob's hand was gripping hers tightly now, like a vice. It didn't hurt but still, it reiterated her feeling that something was definitely not right. She glanced back at him and saw that his eyes were wild, much darker than they usual were, as he raked through the trees.

He didn't even seem aware of the tremors rolling through his body.

"Jacob, what's wrong?" It wasn't his pack this time around, she knew that much. He wouldn't be acting like this if it was.

Through gritted teeth, he managed out one word, "Vampire."

Her breath caught in her throat. Was it one of the Cullen's? Were they back?

No, she then thought. They knew better than to cross over onto the Quileute territory.

It couldn't be them.

Jacob's head snapped toward the east and automatically set out forward, until he realized he still had a firm grip on her hand. He glanced back at their hands and quickly let go of her hand before walking back so that he was inches from her. "Quinn, you need to get out of here."

"Jacob, I don't want you going up against a vampire by yourself." Granted the wolves out on patrol must have already caught on to the vampire's scent but she couldn't be sure. "I'm coming with you."

"No." he said firmly. "You could get hurt."

"Not necessarily. For all we know I could be invisible to him or her and if that's so they won't be able to touch me."

He shook his head at her, "I'm not going to take that chance, Quinn. I want you to go home and wait for me in my room. Please." He seemed to think that was the end of discussion, as he turned around, ready to run off.

She jumped in front of him before he had the chance to do so. "Jacob, need I remind you that I'm your guardian angel? My job is to protect you as much as I can."

"Yeah, well my job is to protect you." he retorted, walking around her.

She scoffed, shaking her head, "No it's not."

"Uh yes, it is." he growled, "You're my-" When he realized what he was about to say, he quickly shut up. "Never mind."

She looked at him suspiciously, her eyes narrowing, "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing." he snapped before turning back around to leave. Quinn quickly caught his arm, her nails digging into his skin to show him that she didn't intend on letting him go so easily.

He sighed heavily as he looked back into her eyes. "Please, Quinn. Let me do my job. I promise you I won't get hurt." he effortlessly unlatched her hand from his arm and gave her hand a squeeze, "Just wait for me."

"Jacob…"

"Quinn." he pleaded. "Just go home and wait for me. I won't be long."

She huffed in frustration, dropping her hand from his. "Fine. Go. But if you're gone for more than half an hour I'm coming after you, no matter what."

He retreated backward and nodded, his hands working to unbutton his shorts. "Deal."

She blushed a little at that and quickly spun around to keep from seeing a naked Jacob phase. She waited a few seconds before glancing over her shoulder and when she did, she found that he was already gone.

She exhaled deeply before reappearing in front of Jacob's house. She could hear Billy inside watching television. Even though it would be a risk, she had to know if he would be able to see her or not. So far only Jacob and his pack could see her. Maybe it was just a werewolf thing or something. Taking another deep breath, she popped into the living room, so that she stood right in front of the television. Having shut her eyes, she opened one eye and when she realized that Jacob's father was unaffected by her blocking the television, she straightened up and relaxed.

So he couldn't see her either.

Good. So it was just a weird werewolf thing.

She popped into Jacob's room and brushed her bangs out of her face after a gust of wind blew through the window and messed her hair up. She put her knee down on Jacob's bed and leaned forward, intent on closing the window, but her gaze flickered outside and what she saw caused her body to still.

Or should she say, who she saw.

Without a second thought, she left Jacob's room and reappeared outside, near the garage. She eyed the person closely.

"Sam?"

AN: Just to clarify, that Sam^ is Glee Sam, not the Twilight one.

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Oh, P.S. Who saw Breaking Dawn Part 2 already? Gah, it was so good. I really want to ramble about it but I don't want to ruin anything for those who haven't seen it yet. So I will keep my mouth shut. lol.

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