Not too long after that, I saw the orange flames of our destination. Giggling happily, I shoved past Jared and took off in a surprisingly fast speed. I saw Emily, Sue, Billy, Sam, and another girl that I didn't recognize. I practically skipped up to a log, finding the closest one to the fire, and sat down, sticking my hands out to warm them. The girl next to Sue scoffed. Was that Leah? She had dark hair that flowed down her back, and had very pretty face, besides the scowl on her lips. I grinned at her.

"Hi. I'm-"

"Natalie, I know. Seth won't shut up about you." She sneered. "I don't know why though, you're nothing special." I rose an eyebrow. So she wanted to play that way then, well, you've got it. Purposely getting up I walked over to her and stuck out a hand.

"Well, it's nice to know the other bitch around here. You must be Leah." She narrowed her eyes and growled. I heard laughing from behind me.

"That's one way to introduce yourself!" Jared called, quickly taking his place beside Kim. He gave her cheek a warm peck. I laughed.

"I know, right?" Leah snarled and slapped my hand away, hard. Really hard. I glared at her, but softened when I saw what was behind her anger. I could see the sadness behind her gaze. All she needed was someone to talk to. I'd talk to her later. Everyone started to pile around, and I made a hasty retreat to my place. We talked for a while, once again about nothing in particular. Sam called out that the hotdogs where ready. Hey, I didn't know there'd be cooking here! I took my first, and last, helping, then the others dug in. Something vibrated in my pocket. I shrieked and hopped up, shoving my hand down said pocket, screaming; "Something's vibrating in a very uncomfortable place!" They laughed as I continued to fish it out. It still vibrated, making it a call rather than a text. As soon as it was out, however, it stopped. I stared at the phone, which I didn't remember bringing, and flipped it open. An unfamiliar phone number stared back at me. I furrowed my brow.

"Who was it?" Quil asked. I shrugged.

"Don' know. Hung up before I could see." I looked over the number again. "It was probably someone far away though. It costs extra to call, but not text. In a matter of seconds, I'll probably get a text saying something along the lines of 'Hey, was up?'-" The phone vibrated visibly in my hand. I grinned and flipped it open, giving them a knowing look.

I will kill you in your sleep.

I blinked. "Or not." I stared at it, not in fear, but in confusion. Only a very few people knew that inside joke, and I knew every last one of those numbers. Why didn't I recognize this one? Another text.

I got a new number. Bet

'cha you don't know who

this is!

I paused for a second, and then wrote back.

Nope, you got me. Who is it?

Another second.

Come on! Guess! I'll give you a hint:

I used to live down in Oregon, but

now I've moved to Seattle.

That's how I got the new number.

Take another look, that'll help too.

Ring any bells?

I huffed. Oregon? Who did I know in Oregon...Teresa? No, she'd never allow her parents to move her; she'd give them hell. Megan? No, she'd never give up her old number; she wouldn't remember it. Mathew? Naw, doesn't sound like him. Besides, I didn't really know him. Who then...

"Shayne!?" I shrieked out loud. The others stared at me in confusion. I texted him back.

Is this Shayne?

I could almost see the grin on his face when I got the next text.

Yep! You're still as sharp as ever.

Don't you live in Forks now?

(That is such a weird name for a town!)

I laughed. So far, Jacob, Quil, Embry, and well, everyone else, had me read the texts out loud, and are now a part of the conversation. I quickly wrote back.

Close. I live in La Push, outside of Forks.

It's an Indian Rez. Pretty sweet.

Yeah, Forks is a weird name.

I go to school there.

Anyway, what's up with you? Why'd

you move? Wait, I'll give you a call.

Not waiting for him to text back, I put his new number above his old and called him, putting it on speaker. One ring. Two rings.

"Hello?"

"Hiya Shayne. Long time no speak." He chuckled.

"Yeah. I guess. So anyway, I moved 'cause mom actually married Duke. Weird, but he's a cool guy. How's your life in La Push? You planning on moving again?"

The air around me stiffened, and I felt uncomfortable. Staring in Sam's eyes I tried to answer the best I could.

"It's great! I never plan on moving. Just sort of happens. I'll stay here as long as they want me."

Emily broke into a smile, as did most of the others. Seth took the phone, putting it to his chin while Quil and Embry stood next to him.

"We don't plan on giving her up." Seth joked. "Yeah," Quil put in. "So don't try to take her." I snatched the phone back, shooing them playfully.

"Oh, stop it guys! I bet you're freaking him out over nothing." I heard Shayne chuckle.

"More guys? You haven't changed."

I pouted.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I spoke back.

"Just that you're popular with the guys. Still working on Sprague?" he mocked. The boys gave me a confused look.

"Naw, Sprague is old news. Now it's a brothel in China Town." I stated back, a smile curving at my lips. Let me explain that one to you real quick. So Crystal (a friend of mine and Pat) came to school one day and stated flatly that she had a dream where she and a bunch of her friends where exploring China Town, when we came to this exotic looking palace. Outside was a pole that had Chinese writing on it. Apparently, another of her friends could read Chinese in this dream, and she said that it was a brothel. With smiles on our faces, we went in, where Pat and I danced. So now it's not that I work Sprague, which was a joke because I had really no other 'talent' (No, I really am not a prostitute, (seriously, didn't I say virgin like several times now?) but because I didn't have a vision for the future, that's what my friends used to joke about with me; "You're main job is going to be Sprague!") it's the brothel in China Town. Shayne burst up in laughter as I explained Crystal's dream to my other peers.

"How lovely. For some reason, I can soooo see you doing that." He stated. I could see the smirk on his face through his tone. I pouted again.

"Well thanks, now we know your confidence in me staying a virgin the rest of my life." He laughed again. Knowing this conversation probably wasn't the best in the views of Billy, Sue, or Sam and Emily for that matter, I quickly changed the subject.

"So what, randomly decide to just text me? That doesn't sound like you." I stated matter-of-factly.

He huffed.

"Once again, always ruining the fun. Can't I talk or text you without reason?"

I paused.

"Nope. Now, come on, don't make me get the thing."

He laughed.

"No, I wouldn't want to bring that about. Okay, so have you read the paper lately?"

"You know me better than that." I 'pfft'ed.

"Well, whatever. There's this whole murder thing going on down, uh, up...here."

"There's always some murder about. It's Seattle for Christ's sake."

"No," he argued. By his tone, I knew something was up. I furrowed my brow. "This is different. This guy eats people. Here, let me find the article..." I heard the paper crunching in the background, and I couldn't tell if he was un-crumpling something, or just filing through it. "'Discovered by a pedestrian, the body was left, deserted by an old office building in an alleyway.'"

I scoffed.

"Wow, a murder in Seattle, seriously not that uncommon."

"Oh, would you shut up and let me continue?" he snapped "'The body was believed and not yet confirmed as a local gang member, who used to terrify young school students. The body, which was distorted beyond identification, was as followed: ripped in half from chest down to mid-stomach, arms and legs torn off, neck broken, and the innards where now out, splaying to the side. Most of them, excluding the liver, stomach, and intestines, where ripped open and had been sucked dry of blood. The weapon of choice: the murderer's teeth. Yes, the murderer had used his or her teeth, nothing else, to cause such damage. There have been three other murders like this one, all reporting starting three months ago. Once a lawyer, the next a free runner, then finally a gang member, none of which any of these people had in common. The officers are stumped; they plan on investigating this further.' And yadda, yadda, blah, blah. You get the point? This guy is one seriously crazed up fruit-loop."

I bit the inside of my lip before continuing.

"Nothing in common, just some random people...hey, where did the lawyer get killed, well," a small twinge on my lips. I don't know, the whole concept wasn't appealing; I just could help but smile. Some idiotic people... "more like mauled. Did it say?"

"No...but give me a minute and I could-whoa."

"What?"

"I just thought I saw-never mind."

I pouted.

"Oh, bull pucky. You so do to know. Come on, promise I won't freak."

Now I was glancing around the campfire with a smirk on my face. Everyone seemed intent on Shayne's response.

"I thought I saw...eyes."

Jacob threw a glance at Sam, Sam to Billy, Billy to Sue, Sue to Seth, Seth to Leah, Leah to Paul, Paul to Jared, Jared glanced down at Kim before looking at Brady, Brady to Collin, Collin back to Sam. Holy frick. That's a lot of passin' a secret around. I was still smirking.

"Really? Just a random pair eyes? You know, last time I checked, eyes where connected to a skull, which was connected to a body. But hey, what do I know?"

"Shut up! It's really creepy. I'm all alone in my house right now, talking about some crazed psycho freak, and just like that, a pair of red eyes-"

No doubt my face paled, the smirk gone.

"Red eyes?" I whispered. There was a pause.

"Yeah, red. Creepy, right?"

Flashes. That's all I could describe it as. Little blinks of some third person. The predator, he knew. He knew it wouldn't take anything to snap a single neck. And here was the prey, slowly walking out of the house. A little closer. Then, by the alleyway, he promised to drink as much blood as possible, to hold off the thirst. Now, he was back, behind the house. The boy had almost spotted him. He was on the phone; it'll have to wait. The other line could hear. Be patient. Patient.

I blinked, the fire dancing wildly in my gaze, how long had I stayed there? It didn't matter. Shayne was in trouble. I was sure of it.

"Shayne, listen to me." I stood up and walked away, much to the annoyance of the others seated at the campfire. Instead of stopping outside of their hearing, I continued to walk. I needed to pace. "I know this sounds crazy, but I want you to lock all of your windows and then stay in the living room. Once you lock the windows, close the doors soundly behind you. The house should creak if anything comes in. Stay with me on the line until your mom gets home, or I don't know something." All the while of my talking, I could hear the voice hissing in the back of my mind. 'It's not enough. He'll still be dead by morning. It's got him. The monster has got him.' Shut up! I snarled back defiantly. I could hear it now, on the other line. Shayne was locking his windows with a sharp click.

"Natalie? I'm moving downstairs now. All the windows are locked, and I shut the doors and rigged the ones that don't creak to make a loud noise. Nobody's getting inside up there without me knowin'."

That was a little comforting.

"Okay, doesn't your door have a deadbolt? Oh, what am I saying, your mom wouldn't live there without-"

The faintest of clicks. A door being jangled to open. My breath stopped short.

"Shayne? What's going on? Shayne?"

"Someone's at the door, but my mom's car isn't in the driveway."

"Shayne, don't open the door."

"But what if-"

"Don't open the door.

"Maybe if I-"

"Shayne."

"I'll just-"

The faintest of clicks, and the opening of a door. A scream.

"Shayne!? Shayne? Answer me! Oh God, SHAYNE!"

My voice was cracking, my heart beating, my head whirling. This was bad. Very bad. I heard a noise I couldn't describe, until I realized the phone must've been dropped, and someone was picking it up. I waited for a dark voice, hissing 'Your next.'

"Sorry 'bout that." I just about fell over with relief. For some reason, I knew he was safe. The monster had gone, if it was even there in the first place. I'm so superstitious. No better than the boys back at camp. Oh, that's right. I should go back. I started to walk as he continued in a rushed breath. "Uncle Vernon came for a visit. I haven't seen him in three years! Look, I've got to go now, but maybe we could hang out sometime?"

I continued to walk, all the while thinking of how many ways to torture him, after he spoke, the first thing that was past relief was embarrassment, which, for some unknown reason, is always connected to my anger. I forced those thoughts out of my head. Wait, Uncle Vernon, where have I heard that name before?

"Uncle Vernon, do I know him?" I thought about it Vernon, Vernon, Shayne's Vernon. Hmm-wait! "You mean that guy who calls himself a Vampire Hunter?"

"He doesn't call himself a Vampire Hunter, he IS one." Shayne stated, a little more harshly than I would've expected. "He's actually seen one, and he thinks one is by Seattle, so he's gonna stay here for a while."

I wanted to roll my eyes. If a human went up against a vampire, they would've been dead within seconds. But maybe he could tell me a little about vampires, just so I could be sure and get the ridiculous thoughts of the Cullen's out of my head.

"Is your Uncle going to be there, oh say," When does school end? Nah, it'd be too late to visit then. "Um, how about I visit Saturday, that's about two days from now, and he should be settled in by then. I might have a few questions to ask him, if you don't mind." I was being terribly rude, first inviting myself to their house, and then planning on ignoring my friend to get information from an unreliable source. I feel more and more like Bella each day. God do I loath her. I tried to shake the thought. There's a bit of good in every one of us. I reminded myself, quoting something my mother always told me, especially if I was picked on. Yeah, that's right. I was picked on...a lot. I am still picked on a lot; it's just behind my back rather than to my face. People seem to be afraid of saying something to my face. Can't imagine why. I won't beat them, unless it's joking about my mother or my friends. I'm sort of immune to bullying, at least when it comes to me. Wait, where was I?

"Oh, so you have a bit of interest in vampires now, don't ya?" He teased. Oh you have no idea.

"No, I just want to ask some honest questions about his work. The stories are entertaining, true or not." He went to object; I heard him suck in air. "You wouldn't want to leave your Uncle alone now do you? I'll still be here Saturday, I mean, I don't think I'll move before then; it'll take me a couple of days to pack before I could. So Saturday?"

"Yeah, Saturday." He grumbled. I tried not to snicker and shut the phone. Damn, how far away was I? The eerie silence was disturbing, but it wasn't like before, where I was so terrified I was running blindly. This was just a sort of I'm-lost-and-don't-know-what's-going-to-happen disturbing. The normal kind, if there is such a thing. I shrugged the thought away and decided to think of something more pleasant. My lips curve in a smirk. Now, how to get back at Shayne? I was limiting my options down to kidnapping him and taking him on a long, boring, clothing expedition, or beating him with fun noodles, you know, the ones you use in the pool? Anywhere and anything in-between those two was still on debate. No, both. Kidnap him using fun noodles! Now, that sounds like fun. A flicker of orange catches my eye, and I realize how close to the campsite, well, bonfire...site I was. Pushing some ferns away, I barely have time to listen to the trivial chatter before people notice me. Jacob's the first one up.

"Is everything okay? What happened?" He notices the sick grin on my face.

"Oh, nothing much, just that I'm going to kidnap Shayne with duck tape, fun noodles and possibly plungers, maybe even a popcorn bucket." I add as the thought flash before my eyes. He gives me a confused look, and I decide to explain. "Basically, he made me freak out over nothing. First of all, telling that 'scary story'-" I used air quotes "-to try and freak me out, then saying he saw red eyes. And then he freaking scared me by screaming because his uncle 'conveniently' visited. Ugh, I so~ can't wait to get him back!" Jacob shook his head, and for some odd reason, I felt like all the tension was gone, all because Shayne was safe. Weird, right? He sighed.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you." A smile curved on my lips as a dirty thought came to mind. I can't help it, I have a perverted intellect! Disregarding Sam and Billy, I continued with whichever way my brain decided to take me.

"Well, I really don't want forest debris anywhere near there, so I think you're gonna have to wait till later Skippy." He blinked and went to say something, I cut him off. "You've also got to wait, cause Shayne's scheduled in there somewhere, as well as Marshal, Brandon, Jeff, well, actually, I don't think Jeff's in this week. Or ever. I guess I'll have to talk to him about that. Pat, Melanie, Pat, again, and-"

"Hey, where do I fit in there?" Seth mocked, his smile touching his eyes. Jacob didn't seem to like the comment. I ignored his glare.

"If you keep growing, I don't know if you'll ever fit." He blushed and kept quiet, and both Quil and Embry burst into laughter, and eventually, so did Jared and Paul. Meanwhile Kim, Sue, Billy, and Emily where all giving me a very confused look. I shook my head, while Sam gave me 'the look'. The one that says Shut-the-hell-up. I grinned and shrugged my shoulders. "You see; this is what happens when you live with teenaged boys being your best friends, and with a friend who's actually done those stupid things. Your mind finds the gutter quite easily. Oh, and never look at Disney. Like, ever! It's horrible! I can't believe they let little children watch it! I mean, Jiminy Cricket is a freaking man-slut. And don't get me started on the Little Mermaid. Ugh, so many sexual indo-endows, it kinda makes you wonder about how the younger generation is going to grow up to be!" Every one was smiling now, enjoying my little rant. "Seriously! I remember hearing about a thirteen-year-old trying to rob a bank (true story!), broke in and used rubber guns to threaten the manager, and then tried to do a speedy get away on his bike. OMG, (yes, OMG, not Oh my God) I really just want to put a halt on time! They're trying to have children educated on how to use condoms in the freakin eighth grade! Eighth grade! My cousin was in the freaking eighth grade! I don't want her to think sex is okay! It's not! I swear, if any boy comes up to her talking about it I'm just gonna-" I raise my fist, and then punch my hand. Jacob, still booming with laughter, tugs me back to my seat. I take a few deep breaths. "Can I just, like, dig a hole and never come out? Have it freeze time so I don't have to deal with it?"

"No." I slapped Jacob's arm.

"Now I know I will."

He chuckles and shoves my head to the side. I sigh, and then straighten up with a false, joking smile on my face. "Soooo, where were we before I burst in dramatically?" Billy chuckled. I had to glance at Jacob. Wow, their smiles are a lot alike. Then I remembered, they're family! I am so dumb-tarded today, well, night. Random subjects where brought up, and it was like Shayne never interrupted. I turned my phone off, as not to be rude, or possible interrupt, again. Suddenly, all was silent, and Billy straightened up, and Sue turned towards him, as did Sam. Something in my mind told me they where the Council. Of what? The tribe? I ignored my questions and listened. Jacob glanced at me, like he was going to tell me what was about to happen, but stayed quiet after noticing how attentive I was.

"The Quileute's have been a small people from the beginning, and we are a small people still, but we have never disappeared. This is because there was always magic in our blood. It wasn't always the magic of shape shifting – that came later. First, we were the spirit warriors." Billy spoke, his voice in a vibrato that soothed my soul. He was a good storyteller. He continued. "In the beginning, the tribe settled in this harbor and became skilled ship builders and fishermen. But the tribe was small, and the harbor was rich in fish. There were others who coveted our land, and we were too small to hold it…" His deep husky voice starts to lull my senses, and instead on completely focussing on him, my eyes wander until they're staring in the fire.

I could see it, much more clearly than I wanted to, in the dancing of the flames. Very slowly, the murmur of his voice fades in the background, as does my peers. I blink, and suddenly, I was in the middle of an olden Village, staring wide-eyed as the dogs began to attack their owners, bird flying down and pecking the crop, until last one of the intruders leave, and the Spirit Warriors came back to their home. Kaheleha, the leader, standing and looking appreciatively down on his clan. He reminded me of Billy, with his russet cheeks and deep brown eyes. It was all a flash, how the generations of Spirit Warriors passed, until Taha Aki. I fell witness to the betrayal, and I scowled. Couldn't anyone be trustworthy anymore? I felt Taha Aki's rage as my own, and I felt connected to him somehow. When he became so enraged the wolf exploded, the power of the impact and the ear-splitting noise made me jump.

The vision of the town vanished, leaving me shuddering on the log, staring wide-eyed at Billy. An amused smirk made it's way onto his lips. He continued, leaving me absent-minded and my heart hammering in my chest. It was so real! The first word he spoke threw me back into the past, seeing what he was speaking first hand, how Taha Aki killed the traitor Utlapa, taking his place back as rightful chief. I nearly cheered, if not for the blind terror saying I shouldn't be seeing this. I watched, almost like in fast forward, as one by one, the generations past, leaving Taha Aki on his third life. Well, not his third life per say, but you get the picture. Then he met the third wife. It was like being back with Sam and Emily, the love they held for each other was so strong, it was almost tangible. Then, the horror of the Cold One, the vampire, the blood drinker. I saw when they took the separate pieces and burned them, even scattering the ashes far wand wide. And how, one by one, Taha Aki's sons fell to the mate of the first. When he was the only one left, I saw it from a different point of view, the third wife's. I stood, terror struck, as the aged wolf tried to fight off the beautiful and deadly creature. Knowing the only way to have the Cold One beaten was by a distraction, I quickly stole a knife by one of the men near me. She almost laughed, I saw, at my pitiful weapon, that was until I ran very close to where they where fighting and plunged it into my heart. A scream. I covered my mouth, no longer in the past, mentally beating myself up. I don't even remember opening my mouth to scream. Nor had I noticed I was shivering. I gave Billy an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. I-I just could see it so clearly." How else to explain the visions? "I felt like I was her, felt her emotions and when you-" I coughed, fighting the tears at my eyes. She was terrified, the third wife, but her love for Taha Aki was so strong she didn't care. A true hero. Emily 'awed' and moved away from Sam, much to his dislike, to cuddle me close, whispering things I couldn't hear into my ear. Soon, Emily let me go and moved back to Sam, giving me an adoring look. I forced back a blush. Treating me like a child. Now she was gone, I realized I was shivering from more than the vision. Jacob too, noticed. He took a deep breath from his nose, like he was debating doing something, and then pulled me onto his lap, using the iron strength in his arms to keep a heating cage around me. I focussed again on the story, this time, when Billy spoke; there was no flash of the past.

"The blood drinker could not resist the lure of the fresh blood leaving the third wife's body. Instinctively, she turned to the dying woman, for one second entirely consumed by her thirst. Taha Aki's teeth closed around her neck. Taha Aki never rejoined the tribe. He never changed back to a man again. He lay for one day beside the body of the third wife, growling whenever anyone tried to touch her, and then he went into the forest and never returned. Trouble with the Cold Ones was rare from that time on. Taha Aki's sons guarded the tribe until their sons were old enough to take their place. There were never more than three wolves at a time. It was enough. Occasionally a blood drinker would come through these lands, but they were taken by surprise, not expecting the wolves. Sometimes a wolf would die, but never were they decimated again like that first time. They'd learned how to fight the Cold Ones, and they passed the knowledge on, wolf mind to wolf mind, spirit to spirit, father to son. Time passed, and the descendants of Taha Aki no longer became wolves when they reached manhood. Only in a great while, if a cold one were near, would the wolves return. The Cold Ones always came in ones and twos and the pack stayed small. A bigger coven came, and your own great grandfathers prepared to fight them off. But the leader spoke to Ephraim Black as if he were a man, and promised not to harm the Quileute's. His strange yellow eyes gave some proof to his claim that they were not the same as the other blood drinkers." Automatically, I thought of Edward and Elijah, their faces flashing pictures in my mind. They had the golden eyes. I tried to commence that thought into memory, but once again, it seemed as if something was trying to block it off. Defiantly, I burned the stories into my brain, with luck this time. I couldn't hide the smile on my face as Billy continued. "The wolves were outnumbered; there was no need for the cold ones to offer a treaty when they could have won the fight. My grandfather accepted. They've stayed true to their side, though their presence does tend to draw in others. And their numbers have forced a larger pack than the tribe has ever seen, except, of course, in Taha Aki's time. And so the sons of our tribe again carry the burden and share the sacrifice their fathers endured before them."

I remained silent as I thought of this. The others relaxed their pose, except for Seth, who was glaring at Jacob. Leah closed her eyes peacefully; I thought she fell asleep. They all seemed to be watching me closely, expecting some sort of wild accusing flow from my lips. The stories held the secret, that I was sure of, but I didn't care at the moment, nor was I truly focussed on what they where saying (my guess because of exhaustion). Unconsciously, I looked at the moon. It was full. I rolled my shoulders and sighed in content in Jacob's warm, broad, chest. He was comfortable, to say the least.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, barely over a whisper. The peace that settled over me mesmerized the truth to erupt from my cool lips.

"A lot of things. The stories, if they're true, the Cold Ones, Taha Aki and his wives, his love for each of them, and if he's running around in the forest now, like he did in his youth, with his sons, protecting this land." I furrowed my brow. "And the Third Wife, her story of bravery, but also confusing me."

Billy leaned forward in his chair, pulling my gaze to him. He was smiling.

"What are you confused about?"

"Well," I paused. I didn't want to get him angry with me. It was just a thought. His eyes, both too young and too old for his face, persuaded me into telling the truth. "If Taha Aki loved his first wife, why did he get a second, and a third after her? I thought love was supposed to be one for eternity, not getting a new one once you're bored with the first."

Billy chuckled.

"You must understand that Taha Aki loved both of his first wives very much Natalie." I nodded. That part I could almost get. "But when he saw his third wife for the first time, it was like his whole world had changed." I noticed Sam pull Emily closer out of my peripheral vision, but also saw Leah pull her legs closer to her chest. Like a click went off in my head, I realized Leah loved, or has loved, Sam. She definitely needed someone to talk to. I almost didn't catch Billy's words as he continued. "It was like she was his world, and nothing else mattered but her happiness." Something else clicked, when Seth was talking to Sam, something about Jacob shouldn't care if Seth was what made me happy. My head started to hurt, so I pushed the new found information to the back of my mind.

"Wow, clingy." I grumbled. Billy chuckled and Emily shook her head.

"So you believe it then, the stories?" Seth asked. I twitched my lips. I wasn't quite sure, and I didn't think I had enough information to be positive, besides, that would mean the people I was sitting with where werewolves, and they didn't trust me enough to tell me straight out. I shook my head.

"I don't know. Not to insult you or anything, I'm sure Taha Aki and the others where alive and...stuff, it's just a little hard for me to believe, ya know? I guess that if I saw cold hard proof then I would believe, but stories are just stories." Seth looked to Sam, who in turn barely moved his head to the left. Seth seemed to be angry for a minute, but sighed soon after. Everyone seemed to be frustrated with me. Hey, if they wanted to come clean, they could, that is, if there was anything to come clean about. I shoved the thoughts to the back of my head. It was too much to think about now.

Randomly, I thought of the huge, sandy coloured wolf. I wondered what it was doing now. Staring at the moon, I couldn't help but grin. I scrambled out of Jacob's grasp, with a confused look from him, cupped my hands around my mouth, and howled.

I got very confused looks from everyone, and Paul looked like he wanted to hit me, like I was mocking him. Seth furrowed his brow.

"I wanted to see if the sandy wolf would answer." I stated, listening. He grinned. "And maybe, if we're lucky, some more of his pack. I would love to hear that." I sighed. Seth abruptly stood up, whispering something in Quil's ear and rushed into the forest. I cocked my head at him.

"Bathroom." He said simply. He paused. "I'll go too, be right back."

I grinned.

"Maybe we should warn the wolves to watch what they're drinking." Quil shot me a look, and most of the others around chuckled. Kim whispered something to Jared, and he too went off in the woods, Collin and Brady following him. I sighed and looked back to the moon, pausing for a second, and then howled again. Jacob smirked, and before I could ask, a barrage of howls echoed around our site. I leaped out of my seat, clutching my heart. It took a second, but after calming down, I burst into a fit of laughter.

"That was amazing! Come on! Let's see if we can make them do it again!" I cupped my hand around my mouth and howled. Jacob scoffed.

"You won't get them to do anything with that pitiful howl." I puckered my lips; he interrupted before I could argue. "It's got no soul. You got to howl from the bottom of you stomach. Look, it's like this." He huffed out his chest, gathering in a lot of air, cupped his hands around his mouth, and howled. I actually sounded like a wolf's, not at all like my attempt. Another barrage of howls followed. He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows quickly. I stuck my tongue at him

"Wow, you've got some lungs on ya kid. So, like this?" I took in a deep breath, thinking of the pitch in my head, and howled. That too, sounded better than the one before. Howls from the forest followed. I giggled, ecstatic, and begged Sam and the others to howl with me. Leah only glared, so I didn't push her. But the other seemed delighted to help in my fancy, so we howled our little hearts out, and the pack in the forest echoed.