Author: Amy

Hey guys! So I got Chapter Six up quicker than I thought. Hannah's last chapter gave me a pretty tough time trying to think of how to continue it from where she left off, but eventually I had a little boost of inspiration. Hope this is good enough for you all, and of course for Hannah, so please let us know what you think. We don't seem to be getting many reviews for this story and we're not quite sure why. We both enjoy writing it so we hope you enjoy reading it. Please let us know what you think!

Chapter Six - Jacob's POV

"You're late," Sam threatened pacing his way across the yard. Emily was replanting the flowers on the front porch and Sam had been helping her while he waited for me.

"Yeah, sorry about that I-"

"I thought I told Embry to make it clear that I wanted you here straight away," he said cutting me off. He jabbed his finger angrily at me and stalked off towards the woods, calling to Emily that he would be back later.

I frowned and followed him.

"Yeah, he did," I answered jogging to keep up. "It was my fault, I'm sorry."

"Too right you are."

"Alright, jeez I said I was sorry, Sam. What's up with you today?"

Sam turned to me with an expression that was somewhere between apologetic and disappointed. "It would just be nice to have my pack follow simple instructions without me having to use the alpha tone for once. That's all."

"Okay," I shrugged. "So what's this about?"

"Follow me. Theres something I wanna show you." He gestured with his finger for me to follow and led me to an opening in the forest. We phased swiftly and silently and Sam told Paul and Jared who were on patrol to end their shift while we spoke. The silence was starting to concern me and I wondered what Sam was up to. He didn't normally act this way so it was natural for me to find this behaviour unusual. What was so important that he had to take me somewhere, besides the whole imprinting stuff?

I tried to come up with numerous conclusions besides the fact that I'd imprinted as we rode in silence but it was hard to pick anything up when Sam's mind was filled with images of Emily. It kinda made me feel like I was imprinted with her.

So, whats the big surprise? I asked, breaking the silence and additionally lightening the mood.

No surprise, he answered honestly, I just want to talk to you.

And you have to take me halfway to Canada for that?

It was supposed to be a joke but I guess it wasn't really that funny.

Be patient, Jacob. I'm only taking you to the place where I went when I first found out I was a wolf.

That instantly struck my attention. Oh?

Sam chuckled quietly to himself. When I first phased I changed in many different ways – as you can imagine. But when I imprinted with Emily it had a much bigger impact than any of the other wolf stuff did for me. I want you to understand that imprinting isn't a simple look-at-someone-and-fall-in-love kind of thing. It's destiny and it's very important that you understand how it all works. That's why I'm taking you to the place where everything felt easier to come to terms with, at least for me anyway. I did the same for the others, too.

You did?

Sure.

They never mentioned it.

That's because I told them not too, Sam explained. Only because I thought it was a serious matter which, of course, it is. But I thought it would be better to talk to each of you about it personally rather than you having a brief discussion about it with your friends. I mean, would you call turning into a wolf 'brief'? I stayed quiet and Sam took it upon himself to answer. Exactly.

Silence consumed us again and we stayed like that until Sam came to a stop by a wide break in the trees. I crept up beside him and looked out at what appeared to be the whole of La Push laid out beneath us. My eyes widened and I looked to Sam for an explanation.

Beautiful isn't it? He asked. I nodded, finally understanding what Sam meant about everything feeling so much easier up here. I felt like I was on top of the world – quite literally – as I gazed down at the town below me. Spread out like a work of art, the coast stretched magnificently around the town and the Quillayute River curved and meandered into the distance. It was so...incredible.

I couldn't understand how I'd never came across this place before.

Sam sat down on his hind legs, wrapping his tail around the side of his body as he did so. He stared out at the landscape and sighed contentedly.

It really makes you think, doesn't it? About everything that's out there; all of those people you work so hard to protect. He sighed again, this time letting his anger seep through. It makes you feel lucky to be what you are – safer than all of those vulnerable people – whilst those filthy, bloodsucking leeches parade around in disguise, waiting to attack when we least expect it. It's disgusting, he spat.

Agreed, I thought, reminiscing on somebody else I could call disgusting.

Sam looked over at me in surprise. What was that?

What was what?

About Damien, then. What did you just think about him? He stood up cynically and strode over to me. I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't come up with the right words to explain. I just saw him in your head...in a summer house or something. What was that all about? Sam continued.

I told you he was bad news the first time, I suddenly blurted and bowed my head in shame. I should've got to that girl sooner.

Jacob, what are you talking about?

I shook my head and turned away from him.

Jacob...he pressed.

I found him trying to rape a girl at Frankie's party the other night. I got there just in time but the girl...she was terrified.

The girl was Stevie, Sam clarified, recognizing the girl in my head. Of course the rest of the gang had told him about the mess that Stacey had invited me into when I found out that she and Stevie were sisters.

I nodded in agreement and Sam turned away in disgust. Not at me, obviously. Damien's deeds weren't anything to do with me. Sam was annoyed with himself for not listening to me sooner. He felt guilty for not believing me when I had told him the first time that Damien shouldn't be trusted. But I couldn't blame him. Damien, in a sense, was just as bad as the bloodsuckers given the circumstances. He could've done some serious damage to Stevie if I hadn't intervened and I hate to think of the many other girls he could've attacked beforehand.

Suddenly Sam was raging. His chest heaved in anger and big puffs of steam burst from his muzzle and coiled in the cold air. He was furious with himself.

You know what makes it worse? I whispered. He didn't answer but I knew he expected me to go on. My imprint is his girlfriend. My voice faltered on the last word and I let out a low whimper just audible enough for him to hear.

Sam turned to me then, his eyes filled with surprise, sadness and hatred all at the same time. She's his girlfriend?

I nodded, unable to form words for that awful question.

I'm sorry, he said pitifully. If there was some way I could help...

There is, I said with a spark of hope. Sam gave me a questioning look. We could deal with Damien ourself, like I suggested before..

Sam shook his head disapprovingly. It's too risky, Jacob. We can't afford to get involved with this kind of behaviour. It could expose us all.

But we can't let him get away with this! I yelled. What about Annie? What about the rest of the girls in La Push?

What do you suppose we do then, Jacob? I was surprised to find that he wasn't shouting or losing his temper over me. Instead he spoke quietly and calmly and waited for me to answer. When I couldn't come up with a sensible solution he sighed and nodded his head. You see, Jacob? We need to be prepared to handle something like this. We can't just jump headfirst into the deep end. Think about the others, too. They will all be implicated if our secret is threatened.

As much as I hated to admit it, Sam was right. There was nothing I could do besides hope that Damien wouldn't lay a finger on Annie until we had a suitable solution to the problem.

I just hate knowing that she's in danger the whole time and I can't do anything to protect her, I whined.

Actually you can.

Huh?

Think about it, Jacob. She's your imprint. That means that her relationship with Damien won't last very long once she comes to terms with her feelings for you.

I don't understand. I stared quizzically at Sam, trying to understand what he was implying. How does that mean I can help her?

He rolled his eyes at me and sent me a look that told me I was dumb for not catching on.

It means that the quicker you get to know her, the quicker she will realise those feelings and she'll soon be out of his hands and into yours.

I thought about this for a moment and realised that it could possibly work. I didn't particularly like how he made it sound like Annie was being tossed around without a choice of who she goes with, but with Damien being the other person to catch her that was the last thing on my mind right now.

So you're saying that I should speed up the falling in love part so that she'll leave him for me?

Bingo! You finally got it, Sam mocked.

But that still doesn't explain how we take care of Damien.

Jacob, Sam groaned, Damien is out of our hands. We can't take care of him ourselves in fear that he might expose us to everyone. But the least you can do is lure Annie away from him until something manageable comes up. You could also try to turn people against him but without evidence that doesn't seem likely. Focus on Annie first.

I guess you're right, I sighed. First we protect Annie.

Good, Sam agreed. Now tell me about this Annie whom you've imprinted on.

The next day was a nightmare. Not only was I in a completely shitty mood after patrolling most of the night, leaving me with only four hours sleep and a boring day of school, I had to watch Damien parade around campus sending me smug freakin' grins over the Annie ordeal and he had the nerve to come up to me and brag about it aswell.

That was a dangerous manoeuvre.

"Look who's the big guy now, huh?" he taunted on his way past my lunch table. He had two other guys flanking him but they were no match for me and the gang. Lucky for him they hadn't arrived in the cafeteria yet so it was just me he had to face.

"You seem to have a lot to say about it," I murmured, to engrossed in my burger and fries to acknowledge him. Sadly my cool didn't last after his next comment.

"You bet I do. Annie's great in bed. Best sex I've had so far." I banged my fists down on the table to stop from swinging at him and he grinned, knowing he'd gotten to me. Sure, he was playing with me. That stuff about Annie wasn't true but it most definitely wasn't my idea of a joke. I glared fiercely at him and he laughed like he was getting a kick out of this shit. Well hell, he was getting a kick out of this shit. And I was going to give it to him.

I bolted up from my seat and towered over him, watching him shrink under my height. I clenched my right hand into a fist right in front of his face, cracking my knuckles with my other hand in order to emphasise my anger right now. And it worked.

Damien gulped loudly and grasped his tray tightly to stop his hands from trembling.

"You wanna say that again, dumbass?" He shook his head violently and I smirked, satisfied with his timid reaction. "Good." Then I sat back down like I hadn't just threatened him in the middle of the cafeteria and continued where I left off with my burger.

I watched Damien compose himself from the corner of my eye, shrug his shoulders and then glare irritatingly at me.

"Annie sends her love," he mocked and stalked off to a table full of big boobs, long legs and skimpy little outfits.

Idiot.

Well? What do you think? So i guess it's not much but I was pretty satisfied with it to be honest. Hope you were too :)