We got home within a few minutes. My hand still hurt, but not too the extent as it did before, It was just... still a little sore...
Jacob used his foot to open the door, since his arms were preoccupied with carrying me and everything. One simple kick was all it took to nearly break the thing down. But, I was no longer startled by his strength. With the weird things going on lately, one over buff teen was the last thing that would be able to confuzzle me.
Yes, I used the word confuzzle instead of confused. Cleaver little one, ain't I?
As expected my dad was't home, and with a glanse I realized neither were his fishing boots, making me come to the conclussion that he was out... Well, fishing.
"You can put me down now, Jacob..." I insisted, fidgiting slightly in his arms. "I'm sure I can walk..." He looked a little hesitant, though in the end nodded in response and placed my feet back on the ground, as gently as possible. It was almost like he was afraid he'd break me or something.
Smiling a bit I headed into the living room, listening as he closed the front door and followed before sitting down. He remained standing.
"You know... Paul was just trying to help you..." He spoke, causing me to look up at him. He seemed honestly worried. And as mucha s it pained me I couldn't really stay mad at Paul when Jacob was giving me those puppy like eyes.
"Fine." I sighed. He smiled.
'And you'll try to be nice to him?"
"Hey! I never agreed to that!"
His smile fell, "But you can-"
The door slamming once again off the wall cut his scentence short. My eye twitched. That door was not going to last much longer if people kept rushing through it like some overly dramatic soap opera.
"Jacob!" I fell back into the couch, caught off guard.
It was Paul, and he sounded angry.
From the corner of my eye I could see Jacobs muscles tense, and footsteps arose from the next room.
"Stay here Katrina." Jacob warned, staring forward and disapearing through the door frame.
There was a faint murmer of voices followed by what sounded like a struggle, telling by the crashing sound of something hitting the course I stood up and ran out to figure out just what was going on. I never really listened to orders anyway, even as a kid, and I wasn't about to sit by and let them trash my fathers house.
I walked out of the room; my eyes widening because of the damage. The door was officially mutilated and everything that could be thrown over was. The fight apparently was continuing on outside, that is where the noise was coming from afterall...
Before I could even walk out of the doorless door someone rushed through it, grabbing me and forcing me backwards, further into the house. I looked up and seen Sam, his expression grave.
"What's going on?" I demanded, trying to edge past him though every time being blocked by one of his arms.
"You can't go out there." He explained simply, looking back as Embry and Hikaru rushed inside.
That second was all I needed. Drived by my worry and curiosity. I darted past the three of them and out fo the house with speed I otherwise more then likely wouldn't have.
"Grab her!" I could hear Sam shout, and sure enough a pair of strong arms aound their way around me.
Even with that though it didn't stop me from seeing what I seen.
At first Jacob and Paul were standing, staring at each other, adn int he blink of an eye Paul jumped at him, but... It wasn't Paul...
It was a wolf.
Paul was a wolf?
Quill, who had been holding me, quickly rushed inside.
This time I didn't struggle.
My head was spinning.