So, here's a new chapter for ya'll! It's a short one, but what do you expect with 3 reviews on the last chapter, eh? As always, I have another one almost done, so you know what that means! Review review review! :) And, tell me how you feel about lemons, because one is definitely coming up, don't worry, it'll stay classy! Also, I'm short a beta it seems, so this is un-betaed. If anyone wants to take up the mantle the position's free!

Thanks to the three of you who reviewed the last chapter, it was very much appreciated! Alright, onwards!

Chapter 15

"And I swear, I could feel his pointy teeth sinking into my skin," Talae shuddered when she thought about it. Embry rubbed comforting circles on her back, giving her a careful smile.

"Gross," Seth made a face, trying to imagine it.

They were all sitting in the Black resident's small living room, the TV set on a football game. It was Sunday and most of the pack was cramped in the small room, lounging on both furniture and floor, chips and soda littering the small coffee table. Talae had just finished telling them about her dream, the one that she had the night before. The one she was still tired from.

She was sitting in between Jacob and Embry on the couch, feeling quite snug.

"I know right," she whined, hugging her arms around herself with another shiver. She felt sick when she thought about it too much.

"Poor baby," Jacob teased, drawing her in with one arm and kissing the top of her head, all without taking his eyes off the game. She snuggled into his side, seeking comfort in his warmth.

"Toughen up cupcake," Leah said from her spot in a fold-out chair as she popped another Pringles in her mouth, "bad dreams are a given in this kind of business."

"Doesn't make it more bearable, stupid," Talae stuck her tongue out at her and chucked a saltine at her head.

Leah ducked and made a rude face at her before they both laughed as the guys stared at them.

Quil got up with a groan, "Well, I gotta run, and so do you Seth."

Seth grabbed his cell phone, "Aw man, already? Damn. Alright, see you guys later."

They both said their goodbyes as left the house for their patrol. Talae could hear them greet Hunter and Charlotte on their way out of the house.

"Hey guys," Charlotte said quietly as she and Hunter walked into the room.

Hunter just smiled and waved as he sat down on Seth's previous spot on the floor. Charlotte took up the chair matching Leah's.

They watched the game in silence for a while, the guys and Leah cheering when their team got a touchdown. It was all very mundane and normal.

It was perfect.

Hunter shivered were he sat, the same disgusted shiver that Talae had running through her whenever she thought about that dream. She noticed when he did again five minutes later, and frowned in confusion.

"Hunter, are you cold?" she asked, her maternal instinct kicking in. She knew he wasn't cold, it was physically impossible, but she had to say something.

He turned his head to look at her, his face in a slight grimace, "No, just thinking about this weird, creepy dream I had last night…"

That only deepened the frown on her brow, "Huh. Join me in the kitchen?" She held up an empty soda can and shook it, then threw a quick look at an empty bowl on the coffee table.

He got the hint, "Sure."

She untangled herself from Jacob's arm, and kissed his cheek, snorting and rolling her eyes at him when he waved her away, eyes glued to the screen. She nudged his leg so she could get around him as Hunter picked himself up off the floor. Picking up several empty cans and an empty bowl, she followed the tall boy into the small kitchen.

"So, tell me about your dream," she started, throwing out the cans and rummaging the cupboards for more snacks.

"It was about that big, white-haired leech that broke your hip," Hunter ran his tongue over his teeth as if trying to get rid of a nasty taste, "and it was more a nightmare than anything. He even bit me."

"Huh," she hummed, almost glaring at the bag of chips she was pouring. She turned around and scrutinized his towering figure. He nervously ran a hand over his buzz-cut short hair under her stare. Even though he was only 15 he had the body of a full-grown man, a serious weight-lifter at that. Nearly every wolf did. But unlike most of them, Hunter had almost ashen-brown skin opposed to the traditional caramel nuance of the Quileute, something he had inherited from his mother's Nubian side of the family, along with his full lips and wide nose. He was quiet the looker.

"What?" he finally caved, laughing tensely as she cocked her hip and crossed her arms over her chest.

"That's not funny you know," she said on her way to the fridge, getting out the last six-pack of coke.

"What isn't funny?" he sounded genuinely confused.

"Teasing me about that dream, it was really disgusting. When did you hear anyway, I only just told it to the others", she rolled her eyes, leaning against the counter.

"What are you talking about, I'm not teasing you, I really had that dream," he argued, crossing his arms too, "wait, what was your dream about?"

"I had a nightmare about that white-haired dude biting me and conjuring ghosts and shit".

"Ghosts? You mean that creepy thing when his shadow got all…" he raised his arms above his head and ducked his head, wiping them around as he tried to mimic the ghastly creature they had apparently both seen.

"Yes! Oh my god, did we have the same nightmare? What the hell? Is that even possible?"

"This is… I don't know, this is really freaky, scary even. Should we tell Jacob?" he said kind of hushed, jerking his head backwards, indicating towards their 'fearless' leader.

She stretched her neck, looking out into the living room. Jacob was still watching the game intently, showing no sign that he had heard their conversation. If she was lucky then maybe the TV was drowning out their hushed whispers, or maybe he was really focused on following the game, or maybe both.

"No, it might be nothing. He's got enough on his plate right now. It's most likely nothing," she nodded her head as she tried to assure herself, speaking quietly now, "so try not to think about it when you're on patrol."

"Okay, if you think so…" he shivered, making a 'yuck'-sound, "Ugh. I just hope I never have that dream again."

"I second that," she snorted and handed him the six-pack she had been holding, then following him back into the living room.

She sat down in her previous spot, grabbing a handful of fresh chips. Jacob put his arm back around her, shortly squeezing her into his side, kissing the top of her head, before stealing the chips right out of her hand.

"Hey!" she gasped, swatting his hand away when he went for it the second time, "get your own."

He huffed and leaned forward to pick up the whole bowl instead. Embry leaned heavily against her, reaching into the bowl in Jacob's lap, squashing her smaller body between their massively muscled ones.

"Can't. Breathe", she wheezed, quickly drawing in a deep, dramatic breath when Embry finally pulled back with a teasing grin.

"Sorry," he laughed, munching on the crispy treats. She shoved him with all her might, nearly pushing him over the armrest as he continued laughing at her.

Willing to avoid being constantly crushed between the two guys, she hijacked the bowl and placed it in her lap, enabling them both to reach without any discomfort on her side. Quite satisfied with the little arrangement she chose to ignore the rolling eyes she got from Embry, and sat back to watch the rest of the game.

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