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Sam's pack (or who I thought was in Sam's pack – I need to check) were standing like statues, staring at me like I was the toad they'd found secretly hidden in the cookie jar.

I felt a shuddered and heard a grunt followed by a rip. Something extremely soft brushed against my mid quarters before I see Andrew standing next to me.

Or more rather, in a stance protectively in front of me.

When I heard the growl building deep from his chest, I shoved my head into his shoulder.

Men.

They're never as...what's the word?...civilised about some things as females.

I pushed my head under his, trying to reassure him...and found he was extremely soft! I brushed my head back and forwards under his neck. Woah! What did he do – accidently roll in coth softener?

Andrew jerked his head from mine, like I'd shocked him.

I looked at his face and moped by looking at his feet.

Or disgusted him.

I turned my view from him to the ground on the other side of me.

I'll respect his boundaries. I've imprinted on him, too. I'll do whatever he wants to make him happy.

Even if he doesn't want a mutated half-breed anymore.

Genna- he started.

I cut him off. It's Okay if you don't want to be with someone who looks like a dead, mutated porky-pine.

I heard a throaty laugh and felt the soft-as-silk feeling brush the top of my head. I had to bend down a little so he could fit his neck over my head without having to stretch.

I, being a stupid Alpha, was naturally taller than him.

Is that how you see yourself now? I heard him whisper.

"Sam! We weren't expecting you 'til sundown." Jacob jumped of the railing I'd fallen over yesterday – was it really yesterday? Felt like last year – and made his way towards Sam. He totally ignored me and Andrew like it was normal to have two wolves...well I wouldn't call it snuggling...on top of each other.

Sam, on the other hand, (and everyone else for that tiny detail of a matter) weren't as gentlemenish.

Jake and Sam had a brief, hushed conversation that I could barely make out with all this brown, soft (as a babies bottom) fur stuffed into my ears like a turkey on Christmas day.

I heard glimpses like, "-don't know how strong-" and "-barely survive-", but it sounded like they were talking about me.

It's a wonder I heard Jacob before...

I think Andrew's pushing harder on my head like he wants more fluff in my ears.

Sam eyed me again, causing a low growl from Andrew, before walking off with Jacob to the house.

Unfortunately this left me in a bad position because the rest of the pack – I think, not sure with all this fur in my ears – was told to stay there.

I tried to see how far I could bury my face in Andrew neck fat and fur before I couldn't see and hear much.

Andrew kept straining his head up.

I got there eventually, though I had to laugh because it took me eleven seconds to complete my goal and Andrew was on his tipy- toes.

So I pulled my head out and saw Sam's gathering-of-strange-were-wolves-who-could-be-his-pack looking at me.

I sighed. Before inspecting my spikes.

I could feel them...and it felt weird. The only way I could explain it, if I ever had to explain it to someone, was it felt like...something like your tongue. I could push them out –to a certain extent- and feel the wind teasing around them, but you could also pull them in. Not into my skin, of course.

I sidestepped away from Andrew for a moment, met his confusion and faced the pack. Sam's pack that is.

I pushed my spikes out. It sounded like swords being drawn from those fictional movies.

I shook, and noticed it sounded like chimes. Very, very faint chimes.

My spikes came in, producing the same noise as when they came out.

Everyone in Sam's pack, some in Jacob's and some of the Cullen's were watching. There was a horrible silence.

I shot them out again.

And in.

It does feel like my tongue.

I shot them out again and stuck out my small pink tongue.

Everyone burst out laughing, the tension gone instantly.

I smiled with my tongue still sticking out and looked around.

I guess I did that unconsciously, hu?

Andrew was in a ball, rolling around with laughter. Emmett was leaning over the railing, looking as if he was going to fall off, and almost all the werewolves needed someone else's support to hold themselves up.

If I could have blushed, I would have.

My tail started wagging and I kept smiling at anyone who looked at me while gasping for air.

"Andrew! We may need you here..." someone called out.

Andrew slowly got himself up, tears falling down his face still, and slowly limped to the stairs around the front.

I followed, of course.

Are you okay? I asked hesitantly.

Andrew made a noise that sounded like a pig snort crossed with some strange squeal.

Y-you sh-sh-should have seen your face! You were so concentrated...then...then... He wheezed like he was trying to hold in a laugh, which – I thought glumly – he probably was.

As soon as we got into the shade, I was human again. I held my hand out in front of me.

Weird...

So vampires get to sparkle in the sunlight, but nooo – I have to faze!

Andrew walked up to the veranda and coughed a, "What's up?" to the bunch of Cullens – minus the still laughing Emmett – crowding around something.

Instead of answering, someone read something out loud.

To Dearest Cullens,

The Volturi have invited you all to Volterra for a weekend stay to celebrate dear Renesmee's
50th birthday. Everyone will have first-class airline ticket's provided by the Volturi
and a room to themselves provided.
We do appologise if this does not reach Renesmee on her exact birthday date.

Cencerly, Aro, Marcus, Caius and the Volturi gaurd.

Renesmee smiled and Edward sighed while everyone else seemed to have to let the words settle.

I know I did.

"So...I'm guessing this means we have to go." Said Jasper with a slight frown.

"Unfortunately, yes. That's basically a polite way of ordering us to go." Bella told her daughter. I still haven't figured out how Edward could have impregnated Bella. I mean – she was human and human females have...well...blood cycles. So how could he be around her in the first place if she was bleeding every month and he couldn't stand her blood?

I'm too polite to ask, but it's a serious question that I've asked myself ever since they told me.

Who gave you that invitation? Andrew asked.

"Sam. He'd been to the post office because he said he was over that way and it seemed a nice thing to do seeing as my mail box has been...disposed of...It was addressed to the Cullens but the mail-man got confused because it didn't have an address. Apparently it's been there for a while, a few weeks maybe, so they were glad to get rid of it when Sam took it." Jake explained, "Sam got worried and new where you would all be today – my house. So he came here."

"If it's been here, or there, for a few weeks then that probably means the Volturi were expecting us around yesterday to today." Carlisle sighed.

"Looks like we're going to have to pack everything now and head off." Bella frowned.

"Wait," interrupted Jake. He seemed a little confused, "It said 'the Cullens' and of course, Renesmee. There's no way I'm staying here while she goes off to bloodsuckers that aren't safe, without me." He growled.

Andrew sat down and I moved to sit under him while leaning against his leg. Out of the sun.

And I'm not leaving my brother-in-law to run off on his own. Andrew growled.

I frowned.

Brother-in-law?

"Brother-in-law?" Bella mimicked my expression.

My older brother married his older sister – quiet confusing but he's still the only family I have here at the moment. I'm not about to let him kill himself. Andrew scoffed the last sentence.

I sighed loudly.

"And I'm not letting Andrew go anywhere that isn't in the same continent. So count me in." I mumbled.

"This is unexpected." Mumbled Alice. She beamed at us suddenly though. "They'll be thrilled to see everyone with the last name 'Cullen', not sure about the were-wolfs but Genna, I can see you and they'll be surprised."

"You can see her but not us?" muttered Jacob, "That's annoying."

"No." Alice grinned. "I see half of Genna."

Joy.

"So, everyone go pack...?" trailed Renesmee.

Edwards nodded.

Tomorrow will be my first time ever to see the Volturi.

I glowered. "I have a bad feeling about this..."

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