Sorry this took so long to get back to all you guys, but here is the second chapter.

Also warning now that Breaking Dawn as come out, this doesn't follow it. But then the first chapter kinda showed that.

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Jacob followed his new employer through the halls, instead of going back to the front of the house like he thought they went to the kitchen

Jacob followed his new employer through the halls, instead of going back to the front of the house like he thought they went to the kitchen. The kitchen that had a raging argument going on.

"You Butthead! What were you thinking going into my room?" A petite brunette was advancing on a tall blond man. Not really threatening, until you saw the butcher knife in her hand.

"Look Rena," the man backed up a little keeping a close watch on the knife. "I didn't mean anything by it. Mom told me that you had the manual to the van in your room. It's broken and I needed to fix it, and to do that I needed the manual. See, there was nothing rude or invasive about it."

"You could have asked me for the damn thing, I never leave the property after all." She narrowed her eyes at him, and gave the knife a pointed look.

"You were cursing the pool pump, something about chlorine levels. Didn't seem like a good time to bother you." He held up his hands in surrender when she still didn't back down. "Alright, I'm sorry Serena that I went into your room without permission and went through your belongings. I, as your favorite brother Theodore, promise to never do it again."

Jacob looked to his left and noticed that Gabriel hadn't interfered, in fact he was watching it play out with his arms folded and a smile. He stepped forward as Serena set down the knife and Theodore turned back to the stove.

"I'm so glad that my children don't have to resort to violence to see that they are respected." It was all he said, but Jacob saw both kids wince. Obviously their father didn't approve of the threats with knives, or room invasions.

"Sorry Papa, but when my temper gets the best of me..." Serena smiled at him and gave him a swift hug. Gabriel smiled and brushed a hand over her head before turning to Theodore.

Theodore sighed, but lifted the spatula in his hand like most would simply raise their hand and spoke. "I also am sorry that I allowed the order of my mother to override my common sense."

"Good, now that that's cleared up, this is Jacob, he's going to be helping us out for a while. See that he gets breakfast Theo, and then take him to the carpentry shed. I have to go greet the guests with your mother." Gabriel waved a hand and disappeared through the swinging doors on the other end of the kitchen.

"So, welcome to Wolf Run Inn. I'm Theo the cook, and the midget is my sister Serena. It's okay to pretend that she doesn't exist. I do it all the time, and I find that all my stress just melts away," Theo smirked over at his sister.

"Ahhh, that's so nice brother dear. Want me to tell Mom about the magazines I found under your bed?" She tilted her head to the side and smiled in triumph when all the color slid off his face. "That's what I thought."

Jacob looked between the two of them, there seemed to be more going on under the surface than simple sibling affection. He and his sisters had never acted this way. Theo all but threw plates of pancakes at him and Serena, Jacob simply raised his eyebrows.

"I'd say thank you, but I like my head where it is," he commented as he picked up his fork.

"Sorry, just been a bad morning. And Rennie isn't making it any better," Theo gave a grimace in apology and went back to the stove again. He also inwardly marveled at the sheer amount of food that Jacob could put away. He rivaled Theo and his brothers.

Another young teenager swung through the door with a large tray and started to heap other plates filled with food on them. She had pulled her own dark hair into a messy knot on the top of her head. When she saw Jacob she started in surprise.

"Hello," she said with a smooth and silky voice. "Where did you come from? Not often that we get such handsome men around here."

Jacob turned to Theo and looked at him in alarm, girls he knew simply didn't say that.

"My cousin Rosa," he introduced. "Don't worry, she's like that with everyone. Rosa go out with the food before it gets cold," he ordered.

She flashed him one more smile before parading out the doors and into the dining room. Serena leaned over and stole a piece of his toast before speaking.

"Here, finish up so and I'll take you to the carpentry shed."

"I thought your dad said that Theo was supposed to take me." he said.

"Well, Theo can't find the carpentry shed with both hands and a map..."

"Wait, that expression is usually used to describe finding your own ass, I mean butt. Your own butt," Jacob said. He was pretty sure that the girl had confused her expressions.

"Oh, you're right. Well eyes then. Both eyes and a map. Doesn't matter anyway, let's go. And by the way, you can say ass, we aren't going to faint at potty mouth. I'll probably say worse before the day is out." She shrugged as she pulled on her coat and opened the door waiting for him to catch up.

"Probably?" Theo muttered under his breath as they left.

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Serena eyed the new boy out of the corner of her eye. Alright, so boy was stretching it a little. He looked at least 24 or so. He was also huge! Taller than any of her brothers, had about the same muscular build, and ate like them. A lot.

"So, you're Jacob right?"

He glanced down at her and gave a small smile, "Yep, that's my name."

When he didn't say anything else she continued her questioning.

"Is there a last name or are you going to be all mysterious and not tell me?" She craned her neck to see his reaction to that comment.

"Black, Jacob Black. Anything else that you want to question me on?"

She bit her lip, he sounded irritated. That wasn't part of the plan. But she decided to ask another question anyway.

"Where are you from? I've never seen you before and I'm sure that in a community this small we would have met before."

He closed his eyes for a second before answering. "Washington state, the La Push Reservation."

"Was it nice...oh here we are. This is the carpentry shed, and I'll introduce you to who you are working with and get to my own job." With a heartfelt sigh to be getting out of the guy's company, he had the personality of a rock which didn't make sense, as she had seen him have one in the kitchen, she opened the door.

She walked in ahead of Jacob, and forever wished she hadn't. Throwing her arms over her eyes she yelled, "Ahhh, that will forever be burned into my memory. My EYES!! MARISSA !! Damn, I so did NOT need to see that." She heard the shuffling sounds of Mason and Marissa untangling themselves and probably, considering it was them, blushing furiously. She turned sideways to where she felt Jacob's body heat, "Are they done yet?" She still had her hands over her eyes.

"Yes, they are. Though they rather look like they want to kill us."

"Well, they can consider being interrupted payback from me for that sight." She took her hands away from her eyes and noted that they did indeed want to kill her.

"Mason, Jacob. Jacob this is Mason, he works here as well. He can show you around if you need help. See you at dinner, bye!" She grabbed Marissa's arm and tugged her out the door.

"Serena, what the hell were you thinking!" Was all Jacob heard as the door swung shut.

"So, you are here to work?" Mason was confused, they very rarely let people other than the family to work here. Gabriel must have a pretty good reason, but no one would cross him as he was pack leader.

"Yeah, I have no money and I need a job. I'm good with wood so Mr. Baptiste sent me here." Jacob shrugged under Mason's measuring look.

"Well, if Gabriel sent you...I'll introduce you to the others and then we'll get you set up with a station." Mason walked further into the building, shed was an understatement.

The entry way that held coats and a telephone opened into a large area that held everything a woodworker would need. The building was spacious and had large windows to allow for natural light, and small movable lamps to focus on detail work. The floor and the walls were made out of wood and liberally coated in sawdust. Two walls had peghole boards on them to hang tools, and there were stations that were set up around the room. Three of the stations had projects on or around them, and of the 3 had men already at work. The blond one spoke when he heard them enter.

"Mas, you finally finish trying to suck Marissa's face off and come to work?" He looked up when he stopped talking, and looked surprised at the addition to the person that he had been expecting. "Who's that?" he asked.

"This is Jacob..." Mason trailed off and looked at Jacob.

"Black," Jacob finished when he realized that Mason didn't know his last name.

"Ah, Jacob Black. Gabriel sent him to work with us." Mason said quickly when he saw the questioning light spring to Carl's eyes.

"Jacob, the blond is Carl, and the old guy is Tristan. If you've met Rosa yet, he's in love with her," Mason said. Tristan glared at him, but didn't say anything in retaliation.

Mason walked over to one of the unused stations grabbing a sheet of paper off the desk as he went. "This one is yours. Here is a project that you can work on, unless you don't think that you can do it." Mason held out the sheet of paper that he had grabbed. Jacob took it and glanced at what the paper said. "A small 3 inch statue of a wolf howling, yeah I can do that. What breed of wolf?" Jacob was dimly aware of the fact that the other two stopped working to look at him.

"You know; gray, red, arctic. Sitting, standing, laying down, male or female, cub or adult." Jacob tapped the paper against the palm of his hand and looked at Mason. He was aware now that he was facing some kind of test, but he didn't know if he was passing.

"Gray, male adult, sitting look up as if at the moon. Very detailed, it's going in the bathroom on the first floor near the soap." Tristan spoke for the first time, he was wiping his hands on a rag and walked over to Jacob. He grabbed one of Jacob's hands and looked at the palm, Jacob didn't say anything. He knew that most carpenters had calluses from all the work. Tristan nodded and released Jacob's hand, "Welcome to the crew, pup," said Tristan. He walked back over to his station and went back to work like nothing happened.

"How did you know so much about wolves anyway?" Mason asked.

"Family legends, they are supposed to be our guardians and such. That and I lived right next to a huge forest, so I learned a lot," Jacob said.

"What tribe are you?" Carl had come over as well, Tristan stayed at his table.

"Quileute, in Washington."

"Cool," Carl and Mason went to their own stations and started back on their own work, leaving him alone.

Jacob worked the rest of the day without interruption or talking to any of the guys. It gave him the time to think over what the hell he had gotten himself into. Serena, she was nice and though she was really different from Bella...They looked similar, small with dark hair. But Serena wasn't soft like Bella had been. And by what he had observed she was younger than him for a change. He supposed that he would have to make amends for being snappy and distant this morning. But he hadn't been ready to talk to someone that was well... a teenage girl.

Jacob stood up from his stool and studied the figure that he had taken 9 hours to make. The male wolf howled at the unseen moon with his fur standing along the ridge of his spine. Jacob had fashioned him to resemble what Sam looked like when he transformed. If he said so himself, it looked pretty damn good.

He turned his head when he heard joints being popped after sitting so long. Mason turned from the chair that he was making and walked over to him. Mutely he studied the wolf on the table, Jacob nervously shifted back and forth. He knew that Tristan was the unspoken leader in the room, but Mason carried weight as well.

"It's good." Was all that Mason said before heading to the entry and grabbing his coat off the rack. Tristan came over as well, offered a grunt in acknowledgment before picking up the carving and getting his own coat.

"Time for dinner," was all he said as he tossed Jacob his own coat.

Jacob shrugged into it knowing that the grunt was all he was getting from the reserved Tristan. He really couldn't see him and Rosa together, but decided not to mention it.

He followed the other two back to the main house, Carl had left two hours early to help with dinner set up. They walked in a back door that he hadn't noticed before, it led to a small mudroom where they stomped off the mud and snow and hung their coats. They then led him to a huge dinning room that had two long tables set up. Gabriel sat at the head of one, Vivian sat at the foot, other dark haired, large people filled out the sides. Jacob glanced over at the other table and guessed that it was used for the inn's guests, as a motley crew sat there.

Tristan walked right over to Gabriel with the air of someone that wasn't afraid of his reaction. He said nothing, merely placed the wolf figurine by his elbow and went to sit next to a nervous looking woman. Jacob guessed it was his mother based on the resemblance that they shared.

Jacob stood there with his hands stuck in his pockets feeling rather left out of the family gathering. He watched as Gabriel picked up the figure and studied it closely before a small smile crossed his face and he looked over to Jacob.

"Jacob," he raised his hand and motioned him over. "This is my eldest Christophe and my second eldest Damien, sit next to them and grab some food."

Jacob lowered himself next to Damien and gave a small smile, they didn't return it. Christ he thought to himself, They don't like me and aren't going to make this easy.

He was snapped out of his musings by Gabriel speaking to him again. "This is Carl's father Gregory, you saw him in my office this morning. Next to him is Ivan, my nephew. He's close to your age, maybe you have something in common." With that settled, that Jacob had an age friend, Gabriel went back to talking to Gregory.

"Wait, hold up one minute," Christophe said as he caught wind of what his dad said. "You're," he pointed at Jacob, "only 17?"

"Actually, I'm 18. Why?"

"Cause you look like you're Damien's age, 23. Not 18, damn, you are really young."

"Whatever, I had to grow up fast. Age isn't just a number," Jacob said.

"Why did you have to grow up fast?" Damien wanted to know.

"My dad is a paraplegic, I had to take care of him," Jacob answered.

"That sucks man, sorry."

Dinner was a relatively quiet affair, there was only one fighting match between Mathias and Henri over the last dinner roll. Gabriel cut it in half.

Jacob went up to him after dinner and asked if it was okay to make a long distance call to his dad.

"I still need I.D. And stuff, like clothes and money. I don't want to put you out anymore."

"Yeah, that's fine, I'll bill you later. Oh, Jacob," he waited until Jacob turned back around from where he was walking to the phone. "That figurine that you made? It was one of the best that I have ever seen, you do good work."

"Thanks, my dad taught me. It's tradition to pass down the talent from father to son."

"Look forward to seeing what else he taught you."

Jacob nodded stiffly and walked back over to where the phone was placed in an alcove. He stared at it for a minute and wondered what the hell he was supposed to tell his dad. Billy wasn't going to react well to Jacob being in Vermont.

Jacob sighed and dialed the number that he had been forced to memorize at he age of 5 in case he got kidnapped.

The phone rang 27 times before Jacob gave up and hung up, he wondered where the hell his dad was? Maybe at the Clearwater's? He did have a hard time getting around on his own, but Paul had moved in with him the last time he was there. He dialed the Clearwater's number anyway, Sue picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Sue? It's me, Jacob."

He heard a huge gasp from the other end of the line.

"Jacob! Where are you! When they couldn't hear you anymore everyone got worried. Everyone! We have been driving ourselves crazy trying to figure out where you went. And you need to get your butt home now. This rebellion of yours isn't doing anyone any good. Your father is going spare, I have never seen him like this. Of course Sam is saying that we need to leave you alone and allow you to come back on your own and not pressure you, but..."

"He's right. Look Sue, as nice as it is to listen to you yell at me, I need to talk to my dad. Is he with you?" Jacob shifted from foot to foot as people walked down the hall behind him, they needed to learn how to hide their eavesdropping better.

"Yes, yes, of course. Couldn't let him be by himself could I? Here he is, be nice Jacob." He heard her move around and say something to his dad before Billy came on the line.

"Is this really you, Jacob?"

Jacob wasn't sure what just came over him, but hearing his dad's voice after months...he had something in his eye, alright.

"Hey Dad," he choked out before his dad hung up or something.

"Jacob, where the HELL are you? It's been almost FIVE months since we last heard from you! Your sisters even came home to help look for you, the bloodsuckers offered to keep an eye out for you. I know that you can take care of yourself, but really."

Jacob took and deep breath and prepared for the tongue lashing if his life. "I'm in Vermont, near the Green Mountain National Forest."

"WHAT?? How did you get THERE?? You were supposed to stay near Alaska, and western Canada."

"I'm not really sure, but I got a job at an inn. I have no I.D. Cause you know... and my new employer wants to fill out these tax forms and stuff. So I was wondering if you could mail me all the pertinent items and stuff." Jacob held his breath, he could hear his dad wheezing on the other end of the phone.

"No I will not, you need to come home. I need you at home, and..."

"I'm not ready to come home yet. When I am, I will. But I'm not yet." He could hear other voices coming from Sue's house, looks like she had called Sam. He distinctly heard Sam telling his dad to let it go and send him the forms. His dad came back on the line.

"Alright, what is the address of the place that you are staying?"

"Just address it to me at Wolf Run Inn, P.O. Box # 234 Calais, Vermont 05648. Thanks, Dad."

"Just hurry up and come home, Jake."

Jacob was hanging up the phone when the doorbell rang. He saw Vivian open it and greet the uniformed officer on the other side. He edged closer just in time to hear why he was there.

"Mrs. Baptiste, we have another missing hiker. We were wondering if you and your family would help. You always find the missing ones."

Jacob stopped and attempted to process, what did he mean they always find the missing ones? Well, it is their land, and there are several of them. But, those wolves that he heard... but it looked like now that crashing for the night was not an option. Damn.