–Team mates

She was panting from exertion, unwilling to believe her current situation. Because how in hell did she end up in this mess?

Her persecutors were ruthless in their chase. She knew they could catch her whenever they pleased; they were just enjoying making her suffer. Was help ever going to get to her? If she could just stall a little longer…

The trees were a mere blur around her flushed frame. Stumbling on rocks that seemed to pop out of nowhere, solely to bring her down. She couldn't afford to fall, not now. Everything depended on this, she needed to make it. There were too many things she needed to do. Oh but they were going to pay, she didn't care what it–

"Aaaaaaah!" Her train of thought was interrupted by strong arms threatening to encircle her petite waist. Needless to say, they succeeded.

She started kicking and screaming, wishing her captor away. Sudden bouts of hushed giggles and the feeling of being shaken up and down made her realize her captor was laughing. At her. The bastard! She decided to put an end to her own circus act, just for the sake of finding out who was going to bring her to her demise. The laughter died as soon as she stopped trying to fight.

"Honey."

Wait. What?

"Honey, shh. They'll catch us." Oooooooh. Her brain, after processing those six words, quickly decided that she was, indeed, incredibly dense. Now she remembered her name being called out by a voice she most definitely wanted at the moment, she also recognized the perfectly chiseled arms holding her protectively, just the right shade of reddish-brown.

Jake. Also known as Help.

Now that she was calm(er) she squirmed in his still-tight hold and turned around to face him.

"Will we make it?"

"If we hurry, yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"Bells, would I ever lie to you?" He smirked and winked conspiratioanlly. "Now let's go, we need all the time we can get to make those dumbfucks pay." Bella tisked reprimandingly at his choice of words.

"Seriously, Bella? You want to call me out on my language? Now?" Bella just looked down and muttered a defiant yes.

And so they pressed on, Bella firmly attached to Jake's back (it was faster), determined to get to the house before Quil and Embry. Those two actually thought they had a shot at beating JakeandBells.

Days later, after having to shave off seriously unattractive patterns on to their fur, Quil and Embry wholeheartedly agreed they were never going to bet against JakeandBells in their version of forest tag. They were, however, going to make them pay.