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Hello!

So, where to start?

1st, happy new year!

2nd, I hope you all had a fabulous Christmas!

3rd, thanks to all of you who reviewed and even those that read this and didn't ;)

4th, thank you to my beta Marauderswolf.

5th, I'm sorry... No really, I mean it - I am sorry! Unfortunatley, for you and me I'm on a go slow with the writing. On the good side however, I did write three draft chapters over the holidays, which are really quite action packed and a good base for me to work on! Let's hope I can bring them to you soon.

With that all said, I'll let you get on to the bit you really want. I guess you'll find that this update a short filler between all the unfolding drama. I just hope you like it, and as always I treasure your reviews and feedback!

Thanks xxx

Jake's POV

I was still desperately trying to contact someone… anyone. I'd phoned all the numbers I had for my pack, but there was no answer. I decided to try Sam's next in the hope that Emily was at least home.

I was still completely freaking out about the information Edward had given me. I didn't even know the whole story, but every inch of me was crying out that something very bad was happening. It was like a sixth sense nagging at the back of my mind. Somehow I knew we were going to lose someone in La Push and it terrified me. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but at the same time I prayed to god it wasn't someone that I loved. Did that make me a horrible person?

I felt the presence of someone coming into the kitchen, and looked up to see the ice queen staring at me. "Carmen explained what's happening. Have you gotten a hold of anyone?" she asked sternly.

I scowled at her, unsure as to why she even cared. She hated me and all the other shape shifters. "No," I snapped, returning my eyes to the address book in my hand. I quickly flicked through the pages, looking for Sam's new number, but my big hands had suddenly become clumsy and I dropped it. "Shit," I cursed.

Rose had picked up the book before I could even react. "Who are you looking for?"

I glared at her once more.

"Well?" She huffed impatiently and tapped her foot.

"Sam," I grunted.

Unphased, she calmly turned to a random page in the address book and handed it back to me.

I looked at her, confused until I saw his number on the open page. "Err, thanks."

She stepped back, but didn't leave. I ignored her and anxiously dialed Sam's number. I was disheartened when the phone line rang continuously just like all the times before and I started to nervously pace the room. I had just about given up hope when the line picked up.

"Hello?" I questioned.

"Jake?" a female voice answered.

My gut twisted. "Rachel? What the fuck are you doing there?"

"Ooo, hello little bro, nice to hear you, too," she said sarcastically.

"Shut up, Rachel, I'm serious. Why are you at Emily's?" I snapped.

"We are having a wolf-themed baby shower. Me and Kim and Emily - you know - us imprints together." She said as if it was obvious.

"Shit, all three of you are there?"

"Yes, Jake. God, you are so slow sometimes. It's like I was saying to Paul …" she whittered on.

"Rachel, where's Sam and the pack?" I interrupted, losing patience with her incessant babbling.

"What the hell is your problem, Jake? Sam's gone fishing off the point with the pack. We kicked them all out. It's ok though - your precious Leah has her pack covering patrol in La Push." Rachel replied.

"Fuck. Listen, you have to get the girls and get out," I ordered.

"What? Why? Are you crazy? Emily's like really heavily pregnant!"

"Rachel, it's not safe." I shouted, frustrated at her failure to take me seriously.

"Hold on, Jake, there's someone at the door." She cut me off and covered the phone piece, but I still heard her though. "It's ok, Em, I'll get it!" She uncovered the handset again. "Look Jake, I've really missed your dramatics, but we are trying to have a party and we have a visitor."

"Listen to me, Rachel! Do not open that door, whatever you do. Vampires are coming after you!" I shouted in my last attempt to get her focus.

Silence followed.

"Rachel? Did you hear me?"

"Y . . . yes," she whispered.

"Ok, good. Now I need you to trust me and do exactly what I say." I lowered my voice, trying to hide my own fears. I needed to get Rachel and the girls out of danger. It was almost impossible to think clearly, but I had no choice.

"Jake, you're scaring me," she whimpered.

I heard Rose shift unexpectedly in the background reminding me she was there. I continued to ignore her and focused on my sister. "Shh, it's going to be ok. It's probably just a neighbor calling round, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Now, you've got to quietly get Emily and Kim and go out the back door…"

"No. Please don't make us go out there!"

"You'll be fine Rachel. You're a Black, remember? You've never been scared of anyone or anything. So, you go out that back door and you go straight to the garage. Sam's truck will be in there. He never uses it. You'll find the keys in the sun visor."

"Right. Keys in the visor," Rachel repeatedly shakily.

"Yes. Now, as soon as you're in the garage, you get in that truck and you drive into the most populated area you can find. You don't stop for anyone. If anything happens, even if it means leaving someone behind, you keep going. Ok?"

"Jake, I can't do that. What if…"

"Rachel, you have to keep going. Promise me you won't stop? For me and Paul, you have to promise?"

"I promise." I could hear her crying softly.

"I love you, and it's going to be ok, but you have to go now!"

"Shit. No, No, No!" She cried out fearfully down the phone.

"What?" I said panicked.

"There's someone at the back door, Jake. The door knob is turning." She whispered.

"It's locked, right?" I asked horrified.

"Y… Yes..."

"Ok. Where are the girls?" I answered. I was going mad inside, but was trying to think clearly to get my sister out of there. They just couldn't stay put. The leeches would get them in the house. Hell, they didn't even have a chance outrunning them by foot or car, but I just had to hope that by some miracle they could get away. I still didn't understand how this was all happening so quickly.

"In the living room. . . Oh my god!"

As she gasped, I heard a loud bang.

"Jake, they are in!" she screamed in the phone.

Suddenly, Kim and Emily's voices joined my sister's in horror, and all I could hear was their screaming. I fell to the floor, clutching the phone to my chest as their scared cries carried through the handset tormenting me. Rose was by my side in an instant, gripping my shoulder as I started to violently shake.

"Jake, you've got to calm down. Give me the phone." She was already prying it from my hands so that she could put it to her ear.

I didn't even fight her as I could feel myself spiraling into some kind of fog. Being miles away and unable to help my sister was torturous and my mind was going into some sort of shock. I could easily hear the screaming as it continued down the line, even without holding the phone. Then, in the blink of an eye, it all stopped and there was nothing but silence. I snatched the phone back from Rose and raised it back to my ear. I didn't know why I even felt the need to speak, but I did.

"Hello?" I whispered.

There was nothing until I heard something brush the receiver.

"Hello?" I called out again, even more desperately.

I suddenly heard heavy breathing, and then the line went dead.

Without thinking, the phone fell from my hand and smashed against the hard floor. Rose was still crouched down next to me, but seemed to have distanced herself and was no longer touching me. I felt my breathing become uncontrolled as I started to hyperventilate. My sister was gone and it was all my fault. I should have been in La Push. If I had never left, I would have been able to do something.

I suddenly felt a cold sharp slap across my face.

"Pull it together, dog." The sharp voice caused me to look up at the blonde bitch before me. "I will not have you breaking down on my time. Now get your flea ridden ass of this floor and do something that might actually help your sister."

"Fuck you!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Why the fuck are you even here?" I instinctually stood and ended up right in her face. My body was shaking once more. This was not a time for Rose to be pushing me.

She laughed coldly. "Trust me, I have better things to do like worry about where my husband is. But we are all in this together, so why don't you shut up, get your dog breath out of my face and deal with it, Fido."

I growled at her once more, but she ignored me. "Look, if there's any chance of fixing this, you need to pull yourself together right now. I'll keep calling La Push, but you need to go back outside and stay phased until you talk to someone."

"Fine," I snorted, realising just how right she was. In some ways, it reminded me of Leah.

God, Leah!

Where was she in all of this?

I prayed to god that she was safe. Somehow, I had to find her and I had to get help for Rachel.