Author's Note: WARNING. This fic has rape, abuse, violence, sex, and language. Also MPreg. There will be a male getting pregnant in this story. So if it isn't your thing, just move along, but I do recommend you give it a chance; I myself am quite excited about this story. :] There will also be major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Threefold

Chapter Twelve

Two weeks have passed, and nothing has gotten any better.

The problems just seemed to pile one on top of the other. I hadn't heard of any rumour that the Cullens intended to go through with their threat of coming over and taking Edward by force, but that might have been because I had begun to enforce the patrolling again. I knew it was putting strain on the Pack, because I had yet to tell them why. People were starting to ask questions, my dad and the Elders included, so I was spending less and less time phased so that I could try and sort everything out, but I knew that eventually the floodgates would open, pouring out all the secrets and lies I'd tried to keep hidden.

Sam was still a constant worry over my shoulder, and all I wanted to do was be able to trust the Omega, but there was no way in hell I could relax anymore around him; he was up to something, I was certain of it. He would always phase right out when I shifted in, and though I couldn't prove it I knew it was happening vice versa as well. It's like he always knew when I was going to phase, and that possibility bothered me to no end.

Edward had yet to be able to keep anything down. Sometimes, when I was certain we wouldn't be caught - ie, in the dead of night when everyone else was asleep, as I had given myself that patrolling duty alone - I would take him out to try and hunt something, but he had yet to find any source of blood that he found appealing, or anything he could keep down to use once he tried. It was infuriating, because even though I knew it was stupid to think so, it seemed like he was wasting away in front of me. His eyes were dull, movements slow and lethargic. He looked like he was sick.

He looked like he was dying.

Jasper had yet to turn up or contact us. I couldn't imagine what had happened to him and I knew it was worrying Edward just as much as me. I had told my Pack that if they found Jasper to not harm him, but to bring him to me right away…But I couldn't guarantee that would happen. I couldn't guarantee that the Cullens wouldn't find him first, and torture the answer out of him. It seemed like they had turned their back on Edward, the first of the lot, the favourite. How would they react to someone who was still essentially an outsider? For that's what Jasper and Alice both were; add-ons. Inessential to the actual family. At least, that's how I perceived things.

It didn't help that since that first time I'd had Edward, I could think of nothing fucking else. It was driving me crazy, like I suddenly had that output and now all I wanted to do was keep claiming my mate like a fucking hormonal teenage boy. Jesus I should have better control of myself, but all my Wolf wanted to do, since I wasn't allowing him out to run, was to fuck. Edward still smelled like he was in heat, all the fucking time. It was going to kill me soon if I didn't do something.

Edward had seemed to bypass the feral stage. There would be times when I was afraid that his eyes were so black he would be reduced to hunting rodents, anything to keep his bloodlust in check, like a fucking animal. It tore at me that I couldn't take care of my Mate properly. Instead of the insane thirst that Carlisle had told me about, he had just progressed to a state that looked like starvation, in those NSPCC adds or 'Save the Children' things for kids in Africa. His stomach was slightly swollen, but everything else had sunken in. The sight of him was scaring me, more so than ever, because he literally looked dead; skin ashen and sunken; eyes dark and lifeless. He wasn't even breathing anymore, because it took too much energy. I had dragged out a futon for him to lay on, since it was marginally more comfortable than the floor, with pillows and blankets, and though they were largely superficial he clung to them like a life raft, like they were an anchor holding him here.

Finally, out of desperation, I called Carlisle. It was the only hope I had; nothing on the internet told me how to take care of a pregnant Incubus - I mean really though, what human would think up that kind of crap? And what vampire would risk the information without provoking the Volturi? - and he was the only source of knowledge I could think of, aside from the Elders, and that was a long shot. Besides, there would be questions of why I wanted to know…too many things to explain. I needed confidentiality.

"Jacob, I was beginning to wonder how long you'd hold out." Damn arrogant bastard. "Are you ready to let me save my son?"

I deliberately ignored his question, instead just telling him what I wanted; "Edward can't eat anything. He's starving. He can't even tell me what you gave him when he was pregnant with your kid, so you have to tell me. So the question is…are you going to let me save your son?"

"Edward's not eating?" I should have known that would get to him; regardless of his other loyalties and commitments, Edward was still Carlisle's first companion and the almost-other-father of his unborn child, and he'd been with Carlisle the longest. I didn't say anything, I just waited. "How long has he been pregnant for?" I guesstimated about three weeks. "I…I don't know…"

"Carlisle stop fucking stalling; I know you have a fucking photographic memory and you will remember every single moment, right down to the days he spent bleeding dry your unborn." Across the garage floor, I saw Edward flinch and a weak sob ran through him. My heart went out to my mate, obviously distressed that I would stoop low enough to bring up such a subject. I mean…honestly, it would kill me to lose a child like that, even if I wasn't bearing it. It hurt me to see Edward so distressed about the forced abortion. I hated using that incident to try and get information out of Carlisle, but I was desperate; I would do anything I could to keep my Mate and my child safe. "Now are you going to help me, or am I going to have to grab my Pack and run over there to beat the information out of you?"

That was, of course, an empty threat, but damn it I wanted answers and I wasn't getting them. Like I said…I would do anything to make sure Edward was safe. While Carlisle continued to fucking stall I moved over to sit next to him, running a hand through his thick, soft hair. He looked like hell, and that was saying something; his eyes were so dark that it had spread from the iris, encasing his entire gaze in black, and every movement seemed to take him all the energy he had. He looked like he had been suffering from malnourishment all his life, I knew he was suffering horribly, and the baby…I don't even know. Leaning down I lightly inhaled at his scent, even that had weakened, trailing my nose along his hairline for a moment. It felt diluted as it entered my lungs, suffusing my body with the beautiful scent of my mate, but not as strongly. He smelled distant, like an old trail, but his presence calmed me, made me patient enough to listen to the infuriating silence on the other end of the phone.

"Fuck it, Carlisle," I muttered when he still had yet to answer. Yes, Edward had given me patience, but it wore thin very quickly. "Protect your fucking Coven all you want; if it were up to me my Wolves would be up there right now kicking the living venom out of you, but fine. If you want to kill your son and your grandchild in the process I'm not going to argue; I'll just find someone who will help me. And you'll never see Edward again, as long as I live and breathe. I'm never going to let him get within ten miles of you, you monster, or fucking Bella. She was the cause and I'm removing her, stopping her effect, and yours. You will no longer hold sway over either of us or our decisions."

And with that, I hung up, heaving a sigh. Fucking great; now I'd severed any tie that could possible help us. I'd signed Edward's death sentence.

He hadn't taken a breath in days. I knew because I listened to every sound he made and paid attention to every movement. And I listened as he heaved in a deep lungful of air, and his exhale was shaky as he opened his eyes. When his gaze met mine it was hungry, like a feral newborn's, and with a strength I had thought beyond him he grabbed my wrist, taking hold of the hand I had laced in his hair and he bit down on the pulse. Hard. I gritted my teeth, my fist clenching involuntarily as his teeth severed the skin above my pulse and he took a deep draw. At first I was in shock, for several reasons; One, I hadn't seen Edward feed in so long, it had almost seemed to slip my mind that he was a vampire at all. Second; I was naturally his enemy and he'd always said my blood was repulsive. The only time he'd drank from me was during sex, so it caught me by surprise. Another reason was that he had actually found a scent that was desirable and, from the look of it, didn't have any intention of throwing it back up. I felt my heart beat faster as hope began to flood me.

I couldn't help it. I fucking needed this.

Everything had become a chore; breathing, moving, and so eventually I just stopped. I lay on that stupid futon like a fucking couch potato, feeling worse and worse by the minute because I didn't have enough fucking energy to move. Which was weird…because whenever I got thirsty I found I'd just go feral, wanting to attack the nearest blood source…but it seemed like I had bypassed that and gone straight to huge lethargy, unable to blink without saving the energy to do so. Eventually I'd just given up on breathing and movement and even thinking, just listening to others' thoughts all day long to try and entertain myself. But inside me I felt the child weakening, and I knew I had to do something before it was too late.

I had tried to take in a breath to tell Jacob I wanted to talk to Carlisle, or to suggest some other course of action; I'd hoped that hearing me would weaken him, at least so that he'd give enough information that I wouldn't die. And I knew the Denali Coven were Succubae, at least a few of them. Perhaps they would know what to do. I'd never thought I'd be capable of death without fire, and yet here I was. I honestly felt that if I didn't eat something soon I wouldn't have enough energy to keep on living whatever kind of fucked-up existence I'd shifted into.

But the second I'd inhaled, I'd lost it. Again. It was Jacob; I fucking needed Jacob and his blood. I could practically smell his strength and it made me desperate to take it. I sank my teeth into him without a thought, violent instinct making me strong, and as soon as I'd taken the first draw, his heartbeat pulsing blood into my mouth at a delicious rate, I knew I'd made the right choice. Jacob's heartbeat sped up, gifting me with more of the precious liquid and I swallowed each drop he gave me like there was no tomorrow. I locked my bottom jaw, increased my grip so that my prey couldn't pull away and sank my teeth in more deeply so that I could draw in the blood more quickly. After the initial shock of my actions, I'm sure, I felt my prey begin to relax and my body thrilled at the victory of making the Alpha submit to me, for in the back of my mind I recognized this as Jacob, my protector, the Alpha wolf, but I couldn't make my cognitive brain register it. To me, he was naught more than my prey, my victim.

"He's not going to pull away." His thoughts rushed into my head, but I paid them no heed. I'd earned my kill now, and no conscience was going to take it away from me. After what seemed like forever, and yet wasn't nearly long enough, I felt him start to pull away. No! Prey couldn't deny me my rightful feed! I snarled as the animal tore away from me and launched myself forward, knocking him backwards. I had taken on stronger beasts than he was; I could take him down even in my weakened state.

The blood was hotter than I'd experienced and my insides felt like they were burning, coiling into a hard ball in the pit of my stomach and radiating outwards. I felt resurrected, imbued with the strength of the Alpha and this creature was not going to deny me that. No one had the right to prevent my meal.

"Edward…" I recognized that voice, enough to make me pause, but I was tense. If it was a rival I would have to be prepared to defend my kill, and prey didn't talk. My instincts were completely overwhelming my rational mind and all I could think of was to have that delicious essence pour down my throat again. Yet even in my out-of-control-predator mindset, I recognized the signs when the animal gave up the flight and began biting back. The body underneath me seemed to be growing, the scent changing ever-so-slightly until it smelled more…more like a Wolf. Not so human. I snarled, jumping off the creature before it could sink its jaws into me, and was crouched on the floor, ready to attack again. I had to make this Bitch mine, to submit to me.

The russet wolf was my new goal. The animal was beautiful, splendid in its strength and vitality. I only wanted to make it mine; make it satisfy me.

Now I could see, now I could understand. It was then I realized where all the dangerous legends about vampires had come from; Edward's demeanour had, in a span of just a few seconds, gone from huge lethargy and tamed nature to feral. He sounded and looked more like an animal than I'd ever seen him. I had to fight him, keep him calm and silent inside this garage until either the bloodlust cleared from his mind, or…or what? I couldn't fight him forever and if he kept coming what would I do? Someone would notice all the animal growls and everything coming from inside here, and then what? What if someone was phased?

'Jacob what the fuck is going on?' Oh….for the love of all that is Holy in this world and beyond it! Shit! Leah, Embry and Seth were all phased, out on the patrol I'd set them on…and they'd just caught that I was contemplating running away from a thirsty, feral Edward. Can someone say 'Fuck my life'?

Yeah…

I didn't answer them immediately as I bolted out of the garage door, and I was starkly reminded of the question I'd asked myself before…If I was running, could Edward catch me? I guess I was about to find out. I just had to make sure he didn't kill anyone before he managed to get back in a proper mindset. I should have known better, though - after all I am a hunter too - any prey animal that tries to flee will automatically warrant a chase.

Fuck.

'Jacob, what the hell's happening?' Already I could sense the other members of my Pack running to join me, to help defend their Alpha. That's the last thing I needed; more blood around him.

'Alright, guys, just chill out. Meet me at the Pack Meeting Place, form a circle around him when he comes. He might be thirsty but he wouldn't attack four of us at once, not when we can so easily neutralize him.' Or when he has a baby to protect as well.

'What was that about a baby?'

'Nothing, just hurry up and meet me there.' To the credit of my Pack, they didn't ask any more questions, although they really wanted to. I know they did. I had to put thoughts like that out of my mind when I heard a quiet snarl behind me, and jumped to the side just in time to avoid having my neck snapped by Edward. Damn the leech is fast. Instead he caught my right foreleg, tearing open the skin lightly in three long scars down my leg, causing me to let out a light whine of pain. That was going to hurt like a bitch.

I put on a burst of speed, making it to the Meeting Place soon enough and I almost gave out with relief when I saw the three gathered wolves. Oh thank God…I felt weak; I hadn't been eating very well as I was too worried about Edward and everything else going on in this crap-hole that's only getting worse.

I ran through the centre of them only to turn so that I could see him, make him stop when he was once I had stopped running and, true to my theory, he slowed dramatically upon seeing the gathered wolves. His eyes flickered between the four of us as I mentally told the wolves to gather around him, trap him in but also leave a small opening through the back so that he didn't feel completely trapped. Without a word his attack stance shifted to a more defensive posture, and he curled an arm around his stomach…but his eyes were still black. He was still feral.

'Edward,' I tried, knowing he would be able to hear me, 'don't make it come to this. I will not hesitate in confining you until you calm down.' It hurt to say this, and my thoughts sounded as weak as my conviction. He even fucking smirked at me, drawing himself up to his full height as he set his gaze on me. Staring me down.

"What's the matter, lover?" he purred, and I recognized that voice. It was the voice of someone incredibly, out-of-control horny. Oh Jesus I was screwed. He still smelled like sex…and if he started coming onto me…Oh fuck… "Too rough for you to handle? Don't worry." He took a step forward, and the Pack tensed around me as he closed the distance, at human pace. I didn't even have the strength of mind to tell them to relax. "I'll be gentle." By that point he'd managed to make it completely to me, so less than a foot separated our faces. His scent was washing over me in steady waves…like he was directing his hormone-infused scent towards me. Trying to get a reaction, and already I could feel my body - and my Wolf's mind - respond.

Fuck.

All the teenage-boy thoughts I'd been trying to suppress came back full-force, slamming into my mind with enough power to knock the wind out of me. I'm sure Seth and Embry shuddered but I couldn't tell you; I was too focused on trying to get a grip on myself before I took him right here. Gentle my ass, we all know who submits in this pairing, Cullen.

'Hey, if you two start going at it on the forest floor, can I watch?' Damn you Leah…Still, the mild jab - or perhaps completely honest request - helped me to snap slightly out of my Edward-induced haze. And it gave me the fortitude necessary to give a light growl, pushing forward so that he fell back. Lucky his reflexes saved him an embarrassing fall; he landed in a crouch, still with that infuriating, sexy smirk on his face. It didn't help that I was now very much aware of him, and all the teenage-boy thoughts I'd been trying to quell came back and hit me with force.

His eyes flashed green as I growled at him, and in an instant I remembered how he reacted to animal sounds. Have I said 'Fuck' enough times? No? Well…FUCK. I hope Seth is closing his ears to this. A sandy wolf's spastic growling informed me that he was, in fact, not. I didn't have time to dwell on that, though, as I saw Edward's eyes were gradually fading. The black was gone and all that replaced was the vibrant emerald I had grown to know and love. Maybe…maybe my blood is why his eyes are green. Maybe I bring out the human in him…there was no hint of crimson that would mark him as drinking animal blood…or maybe it's the werewolf and vampire mix of genes. I didn't understand…

'Have you calmed down now?' I asked, and he nodded a wary assent. At once I felt the other three wolves deflate with relief.

'Jacob…can we talk?' I knew this was coming. Yes, I needed to explain a lot of things with my Pack. Like why Edward was chasing me all over Rez territory; why Edward was calling me lover when I'd said we couldn't see each other; why his eyes were green; explain his odd behaviour, and mine…And I needed to give them other answers; why I had them patrol so religiously and why I was so tense. I also wanted to discuss things with them, get some stuff out in the open. There were all people I loved and trusted; I should be able to talk with them. An Alpha shouldn't have to suffer alone.

I'm not built to be alone.

"My sentiments exactly."

I cocked an ear forward, looking to Edward who had laid himself back down on the floor, eyes covered with his hands as he sighed heavily. He looked like a chronic headache sufferer. With a soft whine I padded over to him, curling up my warm body around his and he leant against my flank. The bloodied leg had already healed as I stood there and so I didn't think there would be much trouble; his eyes were so bright anyway that I doubted he would need to feed again for a long while. I cast my eyes over to my Pack as, one by one, they too came to join us, curling their large canine bodies on the floor and looking to me with expectant gazes and thoughts.

'…Alright, so I have some explaining to do,' I said with a heavy sigh, eliciting laughs from them before they quieted again. 'So…alright guys, I'll just come clean. I've been hiding Edward in my garage because…well…because Bella almost killed him when she found out about me and him, and I'm a little suspicious of Carlisle too, so he can't go back home. I wanted him to stay here, with me. The reason you've all been patrolling so much is that I don't want anyone coming across the Boundary line without my permission, unless it's Jasper; I trust that empath leech.' Okay, so I was barrelling through it…a lot, but I didn't want any interruptions, and I think they caught onto that. 'So…' Aww crap, I'd run out of things to say. I didn't want to tell them that Edward was pregnant, because that only raises shit load more questions than I'm willing to answer. Unfortunately I didn't get a choice; Embry spoke up.

'What was that I heard about a baby, when you were running?' Next to me, I felt Edward tense, his hands reflexively covering his stomach as he looked down. It was an innocent enough move; to the ignorant it would look as if he was just getting more comfortable, but my Pack understood. There were various exclamations of 'Oh' inside my head.

"Yeah…I'm carrying Jacob's child," Edward finally said, when none of the rest of us 'Spoke'. He sounded really embarrassed, as though it was somehow his fault! How could it possibly be his fault? "So that's why I've been staying here; I needed the protection of the Pack, even if you guys didn't know it." He sounded so sincerely apologetic, and raised his green eyes to meet Leah, Seth and Embry's, each in turn. "I'm sorry, but I felt like I had no other choice."

'Don't worry about it, Edward,' Seth chimed, thumping his shaggy tail twice on the ground in a motion I found so utterly house-pet-like that I had to laugh. 'But…can I ask a question? How will it…you know…come out?'

'Seth! Really? Do you really need to ask that?' Leah growled lightly at her baby brother, her fur almost going red from the embarrassment I could sense radiating off of her. Edward and I both laughed, though I in turn was curious as to his reply, since I myself didn't really know.

"I'm not sure…I think it'll have to be cut out or something."

'…Eww….Visual Image I Will Carry The Rest Of My Life!" Embry groaned. I couldn't even believe this…like really? How the hell had I wound up with such an open-minded, accepting Pack? I mean, okay, the whole falling in love with a leech thing I can get why they understand it…well, most of them, because we all knew about Imprinting and basically the same principle applies with anyone your Wolf chooses; you don't really have a say in the matter. It's go with your chosen mate or have the rest of your life be a living hell. But this? This was a little much; not only was there a vampire on our lands, but a pregnant, male, married vampire who I'd been hiding from them for the past few weeks. They had every right to be pissed at me, forcing them on patrols when they didn't even know the reason, and not telling them anything. A Pack didn't work when there were secrets; that's the whole point of the 'Know All Thy Thoughts' thing we've got going on. My Pack had just completely accepted this, and it was starting to worry me. Were they all replaced with Agree-With-Jacob personality chips or something? If that were the case, it had certainly bypassed Sam, Paul and Jared.

'Listen to me you guys,' I said, once again completely serious, 'I've been getting this weird feeling about Sam and Paul. I can't put my finger on it, but I have to make you guys be on your guard; they're up to something, I'm sure of it.'

'Yeah, I've been getting that feeling too. It's like…sometimes on patrol I can just feel him thinking about things, things he doesn't want us to know about, but whenever I start paying attention he blocks me.' There were various nods of assent as Leah and Embry agreed with Seth, and I felt the worry that had been like a dark shroud in my mind expand and grow; I was going to die of high blood pressure, surely. 'Something big's about to go down.'

'We'll be ready for it,' I said, with much more conviction than I felt. Then, we were interrupted by a ringing; four sets of ears swiveled towards Edward who shifted against my side, searching in his pocket for his phone which he managed to fish out. I was tensed with who might be calling, but his expression was a happy one as he pressed 'Receive' and held the phone up to his ear.

"Jasper! Where the fuck have you been?" he asked, and I relaxed immediately in relief as well. Thank God, a friendly voice. Edward listened for a long while, before he laughed. It was the happiest I'd seen him in too long; I had missed that smile. "No kidding; hey Jake, apparently I'm meant to drink the father's blood. I guess we figured that one out though." Damn, look how much a little meal goes to improve someone's mood and colour; already he looked more breathtaking than I'd ever seen him. His eyes were bright again, luminous, his face had a little more colour to it. You know, as much as a vampire can get, and he no longer looked like he was starving. It'd take a while but he'd be back to full health in no time. "No, Jasper, I'm not taking that for an answer; you fucking disappeared and because of that they found out the plan! Where the fuck are you? No, don't say that; I just want answers. Please, Jazz…" By the end his tone had gone from angry to sorrowful, eyes downcast as he spoke into the phone. I wanted to comfort him, but I honestly had no idea what they were on about; the other vampire was speaking too quickly for me to pick up over the phone.

Suddenly, someone snapped into phase, and I lost all concentration on the vampire beside me. '- I have to get away, oh fuck he's fast, faster than I thought. Jake! Oh God Jake you have to help me, it's Sam, he's gone feral. Oh Jesus…' It was Quil, and he was obviously panicked. I couldn't imagine what was happening, but he'd mentioned Sam…I knew it! I knew that fucker was up to no good! Bastard, what was he doing to my pack?

'Quil? What's going on? What's happening?'

'It's Sam! He's trying to force a barrier between phases. He's trying to force me human. I can't do it Jacob! I -.' His frenzied thoughts were cut off once he phased back into human again, and at once I felt the overpowering, hate- and anger-filled thoughts of Sam breaking through the phase barrier, snarls of rage echoing from the Omega into the thoughts of all my Pack. Wolves couldn't emote, but I could see Edward wince and knew he could feel it too, and that he was hurting. I felt my blood boil with rage as what Quil was saying finally got through to me - Sam was trying to force him human! But why?

The tidal wave of rage swept through us, and I felt a pressure building up in my mind, behind my irises. Within the mental cage I felt myself separate, until me, and my Wolf stood as two separate beings. There was a giant black wolf in there within the white, empty walls and as soon as he saw us, he launched himself at me, aiming straight for my throat. I couldn't even raise my arm in defence before he landed on me, claws digging into my chest and teeth ripping through my arm. I - or rather, my Wolf - snarled, and I felt the giant russet animal tear his Omega away. Both creatures were circling each other, hackles raised, teeth bared in snarls and ready to attack each other. I couldn't understand what was happening, but I knew it had something to do with what Quil had said. Was Sam trying to force…all of us into one form or another? Blocking our phasing?

How dare he!

It was a secret told to the Alpha of the Pack…and for so long Sam had been Alpha…of course he'd know how to do it, just in case anyone went feral. Was this what he had been plotting? Force those who were loyal to me into one form or another, so that we couldn't communicate, couldn't do anything but sit there and watch as either dumb animals or hopeless humans? It was…genius, really, but so cruel in its clever insanity.

Without thinking I launched myself at the black wolf as well; surely the two of us would be able to overwhelm him. The animal let out a whine for a moment, and just then I thought I had won, but that didn't seem likely. I felt bruised, beaten and weak. The wounds dealt to me were wearing me down fast, even with my Wolf to back me up. However, the animal subsided, and Sam's voice played over through my head; 'I didn't know he was phased, I didn't know he was phased…'

Sam had…planned this? He'd planned to trap Quil while I wasn't around, so that he wouldn't be able to come running to me and blab…I hadn't phased during the day for several days…he had been sure to plan this. Jesus Christ…I had expected something, but I would never have been able to think Sam capable of such treachery! When I found my Omega I would rip his heart from his chest! Sam shifted back into a human before I could attack him mentally and I lost him, cursing heavily inside my head. Quickly I stood up; Edward had moved away from me during the assault and looked over at the three gathered with me.

'Is everyone alright?' I asked, worried. Leah and Embry were human, dusting themselves off for a moment and only Seth was left as a Wolf. His thoughts were jumbled, like he'd taken a severe blow to the head.

"Jacob…" Edward's voice drew my attention. His eyes were focused on Leah and Embry. "They can't phase."

'What do you mean 'they can't phase?'' I demanded, but I knew what he would say. Edward turned his gaze on me, his eyes dark with anger and hatred towards Sam, just as I'm sure mine were. We were bonded that way in a mutual hatred for what had just been done; apparently Sam had been successful, at least in part.

"I mean they can't fucking phase, Jacob. They're stuck as humans. And Seth is stuck, too." He stood up, looking at the Natives with sad eyes as they dressed themselves, still looking disoriented. Seth had managed to push himself to his feet. I could feel the strain in his mind when he tried to shift, and the harsh whine that escaped him when he found he couldn't. "That bastard did it. He actually managed to block your Pack members phasing, and I'm willing to bet he got Quil as well."

Why does he sound so…awed?

"I am in awe; this is a mental feat beyond anything I've seen."

We have to find Sam; I'm going to kill him.

"You can't."

And why the hell not?

Edward looked back at me; his gaze was black with anger, jaw clenched and fingers curled into fists. He even smelled angry, his system pumped full of testosterone and adrenaline. It mixed weirdly with his heat scent, but in a good way. It was calming as much as it was empowering; the scent made me feel powerful, in control. It was like Jasper's ability, his charisma to make me feel capable of anything. Edward really was made for me…or I for him. Whatever.

"Because you'll need to learn how to undo this. And Sam is the only one who will be able to tell you, without a translator. The only one that lives in Forks and doesn't constitute leaving, anway. I can't exactly go to the Elders and ask them to know how to force a phase barrier down." Okay…so he had a point. "Jacob…I'm sorry to say this, but right now…Sam is your strongest ally. You're going to need him to make it as an Alpha."

Surely there's something else I can do…Somewhere else I can go…

Edward smirked. Somehow I had given the right answer; "I was hoping you would say that. You need to get all the Pack members who were forced as Wolves, and then have them meet you at your garage as soon as possible; we need to leave as quickly as we can."

Leave? Why? Surely if I wanted to find Sam and get the answers I needed…I would just go find him. Beat the answer out of him or something. I wouldn't mind that one bit.

"Because I know where someone is, who has friends that can help us," Edward replied, with all the patience of someone trying to teach a two-year-old the genius of thermodynamics.

Does the mystery friend have a name?

Edward grinned again. He looked like he had won the fucking lottery. "Jasper."

Author's Note: Yay, so Jasper turns up x3 I have to admit at first I had several theories about that I was going to have him do, but now I've decided. And he's going to be able to help isn't that great? Yeah, I'm such a Jasper fangirl :P

Anyway, I got a review recently that was asking about the...logistics, let's say, of Edward's pregnancy. What my theory is is that the baby is growing sort of in his colon, but he hasn't used it is so long it doesn't really matter so his body is just moving out of the way. Edward needs Jacob's blood because the father's blood is the only thing that can act as a catalyst between venom and the baby; without it the venom would just kill the baby like in a regular person. Jacob's blood is acting as a sort of placenta. Also, to answer another question; I come up with all this Incubus shit myself. It's all my theories and ideas. I do try and justify them but sometimes you just have to go with it.

This will be my last update of the year! Happy 2009 everybody, may the next year not suck as much!

Love you all! Please Review! I might start holding chapters hostage.

HigherMagic x