The wolf looked at me with fire in its eyes. I knew wolves were supposed to be big, but not that big. This one looked more like the size of a bear. It exposed its large fangs to me.

I stepped away slowly, as not to startle it. From what Carlisle had said about my new strength, if it were to attack me, it would be the one getting injured. I started moving away faster, but with each step I took, it moved twice the length after me. I began to run, using my nose to find my way back to the Cullens'. The stench of the wolf was making it difficult. It was following closely behind, its enormous jaw snapping at the tail of my jacket.

It was only a slight relief when I reached the Cullens' mansion. It would be an injustice to call it a house, considering how much space it took up.

I went through the way I'd come, the door still open from my absence. There was no time to think of what to do on my own. The wolf was right outside.

"Carlisle!" I screamed, calling for help. Someone would hear me.

At once, they all came running to meet me in the hallway. "What is it?" Carlisle asked, looking quite alert.

I couldn't speak, but I pointed to where the wolf was waiting. It snarled.

Every member of the family who was still in the house stood in front of me. Carlisle's position was straight and stiff, but the others took a low crouch, hissing and growling through their teeth.

Looking to see that I was protected, Carlisle took a step forward. His calmness was almost inappropriate, considering the situation we were in. "Sam." He nodded at the wolf.

He went down to confront the wolf. I was nervous, wondering what he was doing. If it was safe.

"What's going on?" I could hear the terror in my own voice. I tried to get a glance of the two, but they were out of sight. I wondered if they were fighting.

"This was what we feared." Esme explained, her hisses dying down.

Though we had only a short amount of time, the Cullens described the treaty between the Cullen coven and the Quileute tribe. The Cullens agreed not to bite a human or enter the tribe's land in exchange for their life. One agreement was already down the tubes.

"So the wolf is a person?"

"Yes," Esme said. "They've come to investigate the origin of your making."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" It probably sounded rude, but, like I had overheard from their upstairs meeting, all of our lives were at risk.

"We didn't want you to worry."

"I'm going to stop this." I declared with certainty. More like a stubbornness.

"No!" They all cried, trying to hold me back by my arms and waist.

I wriggled out of their hold. "I'm not going to let all of you die. It should be me!"

With my new swiftness, I sprang from the threshold.

Carlisle looked at me with caution, as if to tell me "go away!". I wasn't going to let this go down.

Two smaller wolves were on either side of a naked man. I assumed this to be Sam.

"No matter the circumstance," his booming voice announced, "the treaty has been broken. You know what this means, Carlisle."

"Jacob will think otherwise." Carlisle threatened in his own defence.

"You don't know that." Sam came back at him.

I stepped forward toward the tall darker man. "I never meant for this to happen. I don't blame the Cullens for trying to extend my life. But if it's a life you must take, take mine."

Sam eyed me in my selflessness, looking suspicious. "You would die for these people?"

"They are better off without me."

"If that is what you wish."

The man transformed into a glorious wolf. It sneered before taking a few steps toward me. Its jaw was so close to my face that I could smell its musky breath.

Then, as miraculous as it was, a larger brown wolf leapt from the bushes and tackled Sam. They wrestled for a few minutes. I had no idea what to make of it. They snapped at each other, trying to get a good bite on the shoulder or side. Finally, I heard a snap, and the fighting stopped. Someone had been injured.

The great brown wolf left Sam whimpering in the grass. He looked to Carlisle and nodded, the man nodding back to him, then the wolves took off into the forest. The black one was limping on its front paw.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Friend of the family." Carlisle laughed. It wasn't exactly time for jokes. "He'll probably be back tomorrow, to reassess the situation. He knows you're in good hands."

After all that, I couldn't relax. And in no way was I about to go for run again, especially by myself.

We sat together in the living room. Emmett was watching some car chase on TV, and his girlfriend, or wife, or whatever, Rosalie, was as bitter as ever. She stared at me like she was going to kill me herself. The rest of them took turns, sitting, standing, but the whole while they were silent. Thoughtful.

After a few hours of feeling embarrassed, I was about to leave. I just wanted to be alone. My existence was causing everyone pain. If I knew of a way to kill myself, I would probably already be dead.

The rest of the night went on in a similar fashion. They all seemed mad at me, and I didn't have the confidence to voice myself. I wished that I could sleep again. At least it would give me some reason to get away until morning.

Morning. When the 'wolf police' would be back and a decision would be made to let me live or die. I felt like a murderer waiting for trial, knowing in the back of my mind that I would get the chair. Oh well, death wouldn't be so bad after all this anyways. Even if it was painful.