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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Werewolves, Not Ninjas

I rolled over and caught the sun in my eyes. Squinting in discomfort I noticed the heap of blankets entangled at my feet and the large arm that was draped over me. Apparently Jacob didn't mind that he was a space heater. Sweat stuck to every inch of my body making my skin cry out for some form of water. I turned my gaze to the clock and was shocked by the time. It was two in the afternoon! When exactly did we go to bed last night? I stole a moment to look up at the ceiling and think. What was I getting into?I knew one thing for sure. I was hopelessly in love with Jacob. So whatever came after that didn't matter. I scrunched my mouth. Of coarse it mattered. There was going to be a war. People could die. I was becoming very selfish. Okay so I had got that down. People would probably die and I would be despondent about it. Weather I liked it or not. No that wasn't right. How could I not be hurt more than that by it? I would be destroyed. No matter how much I loved Jacob, I couldn't live knowing that someone he loved was no longer there for him. Although we had each other, we still had others that stayed in our hearts. I had Charlie, Renee and the Cullen's. He had Billy and the pact. Anyone lost would be beyond any word for hurt. It would be like part of us had been stolen. Taken away. Forever. With that thought I started to feel fear crawling it's way up my throat. Trying to take over all that I had. What if someone died?

Almost as if he knew what I was going through secretly in my thoughts he whispered from his sleep.

"Everything will be fine Bella". I let out a silent sigh.

"But how can you know that?" He opened his eyes and responded with all the nurture he could muster.

"Because I will always be here. I will never leave you". I pondered that.

"But what about the others?"

"They will be safe". These words did not change the hold that my fear was now sealing on to. He noticed this and effortlessly pulled me to him. For what seemed to be minutes he held on to me. Holding all my pieces in place so I wouldn't fall apart. But I knew I was coming dangerously close to doing that exactly.

"I don't think I could live if anyone got hurt". My shoulders started to convulse and my hands shook uncontrollably. Jacob pulled me in even tighter, trying to make my motion impossible to continue. Then a if things couldn't get any worse I thought of the worse possible thing. What if Jacob got hurt? Tears started to trickle down my face and into his chest. The heat of his skin turned them into warm salty streams of despair. I tightened my knuckles against his skin and rolled my face against his chest. He pulled back my hair and the few loose strands caught in my eyes. He knew the newly formed tears were for him.

"I'll be fine Bella". He pulled me back, taking in all that was me. The pitiful version of myself that was now plagued by fear. I slumped back into his arms. Then I surprised him with what I said next.

"How is Mike a werewolf?" He seemed puzzled by the change of subject.

"What?"

"I mean, how did Mike become a werewolf?" He wiped the fresh tears off my cheeks then answered.

"What do you mean how? You know all about that stuff". No, he wasn't understanding the question.

"It's different. Mike isn't like you…and he isn't like them". Jacob held me out further.

"Bella, what are you talking about?"

"Mike isn't like you. He doesn't have Quileute blood. He's as white as it gets". With that Jacob started to roar with laughter.

"Wow Bella. You don't have to be a Quileute to become a werewolf. How do you think the nomads did it?" I tucked my face against his chest furthering my mumbles.

"But he's still not like them. He doesn't stay as a wolf". Jake's arms took their spot back around my body. He seemed worried that I was about to break again, but I was better now. The thoughts were still there, but I had found my control. He quietly answered.

"I guess things change".

After that morning I found it in myself to stay by Jacob whenever I could. I couldn't bear the thought of loosing him and so I wouldn't. If he was always in my sight then nothing could happen. He didn't make it hard for me either. That day we simply hung around the house and watched movies. I had wondered why we weren't questioning Mike anymore, but Jacob told me the time would come for that later. I guess it was on a need to know basis. The current movie was some nineteen seventies ninja flick. Constant kicking and screaming. A fury of impossible moves, or at least for me. I didn't know if Jacob knew any of this stuff. Maybe he did.

"Jake?" He pulled his eyes off the screen.

"Yeah"

"Do you know this stuff?" He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Can you do what they're doing. Karate or whatever?" He leaned back his head and almost started a good laugh but decided otherwise. Instead he spoke.

"You think I know marshal arts?" I pouted and slumped back into the cushion.

"It was just a question". He leaned forward and caught my gaze. Then the unavoidable noise of footsteps caught our ears. Seth walked in and plunked himself on the couch. All attention he had instantly went to the TV.

"Awe man, I love this one!" Both Jacob and I turned to face him. He started making fake swipes at the TV, as if he was in a boxing match. Then Jacob spoke.

"You know, Bella just asked me if I knew marshal arts". Seth turned his attention to me and let out a roar of laughter.

"She thought that you knew how to do that!" I deepened myself further into the cushion and mumbled my previous statement.

"It was only a question". Seth continued to laugh then walked out of the room. Looking back just to laugh some more. I didn't understand what was so funny. I figured it was innocent as far as questions went. Finally Jacob let me in.

"We're werewolves Bella. Not ninjas". I guess maybe it was kind of a dumb question. But they didn't have to laugh. "Anyways I don't think the tight black outfits would last too long with our phasing". I laughed at that. Imagining Jacob in a ninja outfit came pretty humorous. He playfully tangled his fingers through my hair. "What are you laughing at?"

"You in a ninja suit". He twirled a lock of my hair around his finger and knelt his head down to smell it. He sniffed in deep and exhaled.

"Do you have any idea what you smell like?" I attempted to pull away. I didn't think I smelled that bad.

"Well I haven't had a chance to shower. Leah is always in the bathroom!". He pulled me closer and sniffed his nose along my neck sending shivers with his path. He parted his lips to whisper.

"You smell good". Pressing his warm mouth against my skin he kissed me. I turned and faced him as a smile broke across his face. Secretly I questioned this smile. What was it for? Gravity wouldn't allow our distance any longer. I fell into him and pressed my lips against his. It was a small but passionate kiss. It was sweet. Then he took my hand and continued with the movie. Sure sure. Stop right there Jacob. Get me going then turn it off. Sometimes I just couldn't place my finger on him. He'd kiss me passionately in front of his pack, but if he senses someone near us like now then he folds. As if he read my thoughts he spoke.

"It's a privacy thing. At least when we're alone it's just us. But when they can hear us it's not the same". He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him, placing his chin above my head. "I like to have you all to myself". He was such a dog. Saving himself with words. I was never good with words and here he is the smooth taking wolf boy. Looking back a year ago, seeing us as friends sharing warm sodas in his garage I thought to myself. I never had a chance. Jacob had me at hello. Did I just say that? Had me at hello? I guess we shouldn't have watched Jerry McGuire earlier. Would I be dishing out these kind of lines regularly? I shuddered at that. Lets hope not. Jacob laughed. "You think too much Bella". I gave him a questioning glare. "I can see it in your face". I let myself calm over.

"Well one of us has to think". His face dropped. "We shouldn't be watching movies Jacob. We should be questioning Mike".

"I told you the time would come for that. Later". I pushed back from him.

"We can't keep him in the garage forever! At some point we'll have to let him out!" With this statement he shot me a look of understanding. Understanding that now he was going to have to tell me something. Something he didn't want to.

"Bella we can't let Mike go". My mouth fell. Mike wasn't going to be freed? But he didn't do anything. He was just Mike.

"Jacob Black! Mike has to be let go! What about his family!". His brows furrowed while he tried to grasp my hand. I shook the attempt away. "You will not hurt Mike, Jacob".

"Bella, he isn't giving us the option of letting him go. And he isn't answering our questions. He's just like the rest of them. He's the enemy". I couldn't believe what he was saying. First Edward and now Mike. Jacob was taking away everybody!

"You took Edward from me, you are not destroying Mike". Instantly shock took over his face.

"I did not take Edward from you! For gods sake Bella, he's with his family!" What? Did he just say family?

"Where is Edward?!"

"He's at the Cullen's". I ran for the phone. Jacob quickly followed me and covered the phone with his hand.

"Are you positive that you want to do this?", he asked showing off every piece of hesitation in his voice. My too quick reaction to call had hurt him. I placed my hand on his cheek.

"This doesn't change anything between us Jake. I just need to see him. I need to know that he's okay". He took his hand off the phone and took a step back to give me space. I dialed the number.