FINALLY. A new chapter is up. I'm incredibly sorry for the extreme long delay.
It's not a very long chapter. We are just continuing where we left of in the last one, with Edward and his new friend, and Jasper and the wolves.
My writing style might have changed a bit, but I hope not too much to spoil the rhythm.
Enjoy.
Chapter 29 Pouring oil on troubled waters
Edward POV
This was great.
Being outdoors, running through the woods, free off responsibilities and anything, or anyone, to worry about.
I wasn't hunting. Still, the animals seemed to sense the danger I represented and stayed out of my way. After all, I was the apex predator out here.
Well, actually I was that anywhere, but I didn't hunt for fun. I never did.
Well, that wasn't exactly true. There was this dark period in my life in the late nineteen twenties, when I hunted, not indiscriminately, but excessively. And maybe my victims had deserved to be punished – especially Charles Evenson – but that didn't mean I was in the right to play judge, jury and executioner.
To some extent I've come to terms with the things I did back then. Thanks to the unwavering support of my family, Carlisle's in particular. But that didn't change the fact that the last thoughts, the pleas for mercy of each and every one of my victims were still hunting me to this day.
Being a vampire meant being a predator. But it didn't mean we had to kill, not unless it was really necessary. Hunting for sustenance, whether it was human or animal blood, was essential for my kind. But not hunting for pleasure.
Out here in the wild finding food was easy. But the freedom to hunt, whenever, wherever, had soon lost its erstwhile appeal. I didn't have to hunt quite as often as I used to. Not being around humans probably had something to do with it. Well, it did, without a doubt. And the distance from a certain human, whose blood has been like a forbidden drug for me.
Always within reach, becoming more and more appealing with passing each day, but a complete taboo.
Leaving Bella was hard. But it was the right decision. She was safer without anyone of us around.
Staying away from my family was hard, too. But manageable. I knew I would see them again, sooner or later. After all, time had no meaning for us vampires. We had forever. So, why not remain here, in the wilderness of the Rocky Mountains, for the next ten years or so? I probably wouldn't have that much time, knowing Alice and her gift. She would know where to find me. And sooner or later she would reveal my location to Carlisle and Esme. Not that I could blame her, or my surrogate parents. They were only concerned about my wellbeing. Maybe I should venture into the next city, look for an internet café and shoot them an email. Just to tell them not to worry.
Anyway, I took my time, making my way back to the cabin in a human pace.
I could tell something was off a hundred yards away from the cabin. Did I leave the door open, when I left? I wasn't sure. It could have opened by itself. The cabin wasn't exactly in great shape. The hinges of all windows and doors were rusty, barely working. Sure, made some repairs, but not much in that area.
The closer I came the more sure I was that something was indeed not quite right. It was more a hunch, an instinct, nothing conclusive.
I could hear a heartbeat, too fast for a human. There could be an animal inside. But knowing my scent probably warned off all animals in the near vicinity, I doubt something had sought shelter in the cabin. And since there wasn't any food stored inside, I couldn't imagine what exactly was in there that could attract attention of an animal.
I stepped over the threshold without making a sound.
There on the floor, next to the table and the only intact chair, sat a young woman, with her back to me, her legs folded at her side. Long, black hair cascaded down her back. Her feet were bare. As far as I could tell the only clothe she was wearing was that white dress. Well, semi-white. It certainly had seen better days. It was mostly clean, as far as I could tell from this angle, but clearly worn quite often.
Alice would be appalled by that. Bella, on the other hand, would probably appreciate the simple look.
The girl didn't show any sign that she was aware of my presence. She was too engrossed reading … was that my journal? I didn't know if I should be flattered or enraged. Who in their right mind, and even a smidgen of decency, would read something so private?
On the other hand, I was hardly one to judge. Being a mind reader and all.
Speaking of which.
Normally, I didn't have to focus my gift. Thoughts usually simply penetrated my mental barriers, even those I didn't want to hear. In time I learned to block out the 'general chatter'. Only the loudest voices were very hard to ignore. Like Jessica Stanley's, for example. Or Emmett's, on occasion. Although, only my brother did it on purpose, to spite me, knowing exactly how his actions were affecting me.
Since the girl was breathing, she was definitely alive and not a vampire. Not to mention that she gave off quite the heat.
Literally speaking.
Not that she wasn't attractive. She was, even from this angle. Her bare calves were nicely shaped, strong and muscular. Clearly, she did a lot of running. Bare foot, apparently, since she wasn't wearing any shoes. Her feet were dirty, naturally, but only the sole. And she had the cutest toes …
But back to the point.
I couldn't pick up any stray thoughts from her. It wasn't the same thing I'd experienced with Bella. There was no dead silence, just some kind of static noise. I concentrated harder, dug deeper, but it felt like moving through quicksand. There was something there but I couldn't get a clear read on it. She wasn't exactly immune to my gift, I could tell. It was more like her brain ran on a different frequency than mine. And I simply didn't know how to tune in.
The girl was without a doubt a mystery.
She had no scent, either. At least nothing I could decipher completely. Primarily she smelled like nature. And tears. Had she been crying? Why?
"Who are you?"
The question was out before I've made a conscious choice to actually voice it. But it had the desired effect.
Well, more or less.
The strange girl dropped my journal and wheeled around, staring at me with her big, dark eyes. I didn't need Jasper's gift to tell that she was shocked to see me. And she looked nervous, scared even, never leaving her crouched position. The way she was shaking, with her whole body, she was almost vibrating with fear.
The next things happened so quickly, I surely would have missed half of it if I hadn't been blessed with extraordinary sight.
Her whole body was sprouting black fur as she grew a few inches, causing the dress to burst at the seams. It fell to the floor in tatters. Claws replaced her neatly trimmed fingernails. Her eyes became narrower, her pupils turning into slits. Then she dropped to all fours, whipping her long, newly formed tail back and forth.
I was stunned speechless.
Just a few moments earlier she was a girl, and now there was a big, black cat standing before me.
Of course, I knew exactly what I was dealing with. The girl was a shape shifter and her animal form was a mountain lion.
The irony of the situation did not escape me. I was just glad Emmett wasn't here. He would have teased me about it. Incessantly.
Coming across a mountain lion was rare. There were reclusive and mostly avoided people. And 'people' like me, even more so. Coming across shape shifters was even rarer. As our (only) natural enemies, they tended to avoid us at all cost. They rarely ever left their land, doing everything to protect it and its people.
What were the odds running into both at once?
Slim to none.
I've been looking for my favorite food for weeks and didn't get lucky. And apart from Forks I've never seen or heard about other tribes like the Quileute people.
But here I was, standing in a rundown cabin, deep in the woods of the Rocky Mountains, far away from any civilization, right across from the one thing I was looking for.
Well, not really. Despite the fact that she looked like a mountain lion, she didn't smell anything like it. And even if she did, I wasn't the least bit tempted.
Not in the quenching-my-thirst kind of way.
I didn't make any sudden movements, only holding up my hands in a placating manner. "I don't mean you any harm."
She ignored me, her eyes never stopping to scan the room, clearly looking for a quick and easy exit. She could have jumped through a window, true, but probably not without hurting herself. I couldn't have that.
Slowly, I took a few steps aside, leaving the doorway wide and open. She didn't wait for a verbal invitation. With a grace that rivaled my own she jumped passed me and was out the door in no time. I watched her disappear into woods.
"Well, damn. So much for making nice with the neighbors…" I muttered under my nonexistent breath, laughing quietly. "Just my luck!"
Three days went by without the slightest sign or trace of my unexpected visitor.
Not that I went looking for her.
Going by her strong reaction, she was probably hiding somewhere far away and hard to find. But deep down I knew she was going to return eventually. Someone, who apparently had been watching me for days, learning my habits, deciding to go into my makeshift home when she was sure I wasn't there, only to read my journal … well someone like that wasn't that easily discouraged. Clearly, she was just as curious as me.
Which wasn't not necessarily a good thing. After all, what's the saying? 'Curiosity killed the cat.'
Pun intended. Figuratively speaking.
But then again, there was also the well-known rejoinder. 'But satisfaction brought it back.'
So there was a good chance she would make an appearance, sooner or later.
Instead of hanging around and waiting for her return, I took the opportunity to go into the next town and do some shopping. And not just for me.
Something told me that the dress she had been wearing was one of her few belongings, maybe even her only piece of clothing. And she'd destroyed it because of me and my lack of tact. The least thing I could do was getting her a replacement. Before throwing away the shredded dress, I quickly checked the size. Alice probably wouldn't have to, due to her shopping obsession, but I had to.
I went to Morinville, a small town north of Edmonton. The smaller the city the less attention I was going draw. The sky was overcast, similar like the weather in Forks. No wonder since my old home wasn't that far away from here.
I didn't choose this area because of its proximity to Bella. Well, at least not first and foremost. I could have easily gone to South America or Europe, sure, but I didn't want to. I just needed some alone time but that didn't mean I had to put a continent or ocean between me and the people I cared about.
And that included Bella. I was planning to check up on her. Soon. Leaving her behind in the woods, alone and upset, was anything but chivalrous. But I still believed I did the right thing by dumping her. Maybe not in the way I did. Telling her in no uncertain terms that I wasn't interested in her (which was neither the truth nor a lie) probably broke her heart. But at the time it seemed like the only choice I had. And maybe it would take her a while to get over it, but she was strong. She would find someone else, someone who was more suitable than me. Someone who really deserved her love and could give her everything I couldn't …
Anyway, after doing my shopping – picking out a new dress for my stalker, a new pair of shoes for me, and some other knickknacks – I went to find a place where I could check my emails. Since it was the middle of the day, and midweek, the small coffee shop/internet cafe near the high school campus was pretty much empty. I ordered a coffee, just for appearances' sake, and went straight for the free computer near the back entrance.
Of course, I drew some attention to myself – first in the department store and now here. Two girls, both around the same age as Bella, were sitting a few tables away from me, constantly throwing glances my way. But I ignored them, their whispered conversation and their explicit thoughts. The braver one of them, a blond who strongly reminded me of Jessica Stanley, was just about to come over and introduce herself, when I sent my last email and logged off. I quickly stood up and left, through the back door, laughing at her, cursing herself about being too slow.
I left the town shortly after and made my way back into the wilderness.
I didn't go straight 'home', though, but taking a slight detour. After looking around for some time, I found the perfect spot in a clearing a few hundred yards away from the cabin. There on the big bolder I left the dress wrapped in a box, along with a chocolate bar and a short note. I didn't know if she even liked chocolate or not, but I thought it was a nice gesture. I made sure my scent was all over the place and my gifts. I certainly didn't want some animal to come anywhere near it. Hopefully, she would find it before the next rain.
I spent the next two days, sitting outside the cabin, carving chess pieces. Sure, I could have just bought a game but this was a good exercise and a nice diversion. Otherwise I would have gone and tried to find her.
Thankfully, on the third day, she finally came back.
It was funny and strange, the way my stomach flipped. I barely knew anything about the girl, and here I was, acting all smitten. Sure, I'd felt similar about Bella, but this was different … more intense. And I had no idea why or how it was possible.
The girl moved with caution, clearly still feeling a bit unsure, stopping a few yards away. Unlike last time her hair was braided. It suited her, though. And she wore the dress I left for her. It was white, similar to the one she had before, hugging her body in all the right places. I knew I was openly staring at her, but I simply couldn't help myself. She looked stunning, even though the dress was pretty plain. At least compared to some of the dresses Alice owned.
"Hi." I called out, putting down the knife. That gesture seemed to relax her further. Which was hilarious. My teeth were much more lethal than a simple carving knife.
She only smiled in return to my greeting.
"What's your name?"
"Sofía." Even though she didn't say much more, I could tell she had an accent. Not a very strong one, probably South American in origin.
"Well, I'm Edward. But you already know that from the note." I replied, gesturing her to come and sit with me. "I understand if you don't trust me. But don't you think it would be easier to talk sitting together, instead off yelling at each other from afar? Not that we need to since we both have excellent hearing …"
"Okay," She agreed, smiling some more. She was probably amused by my babbling. I, on the other hand, was a bit embarrassed. Usually, I was far more sophisticated and smooth. Sofía slowly walked over and sat down across from me, her legs folded at her side. Apparently, she liked this position. "Thank you for the dress. I love it."
"You're welcome. But you don't need to thank me. After all, it was my fault yours was destroyed."
"No," She disagreed, shaking her head. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have come here, snooping around. I'm just so …"
"… curious." I finished, grinning.
"Yes." She nodded, blushing slightly.
"Well, me too." I admitted. And if I were able to I would have blushed too. "I've met shifters before, once, but they were different. Secretive, territorial, volatile, act first, ask questions … well never. But you are the complete opposite."
"I know. I'm a freak among my kind." Sofía huffed out a laugh. Cleary, she wasn't happy about that fact.
"Well, so am I." I remarked, hoping it would make her feel better.
"So, I've noticed. Unlike the rest of your kind you hunt animals. Is that why your eyes are gold?"
"Yes. Animal blood turns the color of our eyes. My family and I are exclusively feeding of animals." I declared, probably feeling proud about that fact for the very first time. Strange.
"Your family? Are they here too?" She inquired, suddenly anxious. I could understand her reaction. Being confronted by one vampire was one thing. But having to deal with an entire coven, well, that was another thing altogether. She wouldn't stand a chance, if we would pose a threat. Which we didn't. Or at least I didn't.
"No, they are not here." I hurried to assure her. "I'm here alone, on … vacation."
"Me too. Not the vacation part. But I'm alone too." Sofía confessed. I wasn't sure if she simply trusted me. By telling me that she was on her own, without back-up, she was putting herself in danger. Knowingly. But maybe she was just testing me. My gift still wasn't working. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, just an inconvenience.
"Like two peas in a pod." I mumbled, smiling to myself.
Previously …
"We just came here to talk." He announced, tersely. His voice was deep, and the implication behind his words was plain obvious. He didn't want to be here anymore than Emmett and I.
Jasper POV
"Very well. Let's talk." I replied, mirroring the boy's brusque tone of voice.
Sure, I could have toned it down some. But what would be the point? I certainly didn't want them to think I was in any way intimidated. Which I wasn't. And neither was Emmett. If anything he was intrigued, seeing them as nothing but a challenge, or entertainment.
And he was right. Sure, it was three against two. But they posed no threat to us. None whatsoever. There could have been more, and the fact would still remain the same. With my gift and Em's strength, they didn't stand a chance. They would be the ones ending up dead, not us.
I grinned at that thought, which, unsurprisingly, earned me a growl from the grey wolf shadowing his human companion. It sounded menacing, but I wasn't impressed. He was just a pup, probably not much older than his dark haired, half-naked friend, who clearly was their leader. He practically exuded strength and authority. And to a human he was intimidating – tall, muscled and with that fierce facial expression – but not to a vampire like me.
It was obvious that all of them were very young. Young and inexperienced, first and foremost driven by their instincts, telling them to attack, rip and kill. Similar as it was with young vampires. The only difference was newborn vampires did it for sustenance, sometimes for show or entertainment. These wolves had a completely different agenda. Okay, maybe there was some fun involved, certainly some sense of accomplishment, but their main reason for being was to protect the humans.
But even though he was not much older than his pack members, the Alpha clearly possessed more self-control than his pack mates. Sure, I could tell that he was uncomfortable. That was kinda obvious by the strained expression on his face, which most certainly had a lot to do with our scent. But I had to give it to him. He tried his best not to show how much our (supposed) stench truly bothered him. Unlike us the poor guy had no choice but to take in air.
The Alpha took a measured step towards us, ignoring the warning growl coming from behind him. The grey wolf clearly wasn't as confident as his leader.
"My name is Sam Uley. I'm the Alpha of the pack." His voice was deep, and he sounded very calm and collected. It was truly impressive how well he was able to mask his own anxiousness.
"I'm Jasper. And this is Emmett. But I think you know who we are." I replied casually.
"Of course. You are the Cullens." He stated matter-of-factly. Like our identities was common knowledge. Which it probably was among their tribe … and the entire town of Forks.
"Well, you are partly right on that. He is," I said, jerking my head towards Emmett, "but I'm not. In fact, I never was a Cullen. I used to share the last name of his mate, but not anymore. A few days ago I retook my birth name."
"Which is?"
"Whitlock." I announced very proudly. The name didn't ring a bell with the Alpha, or the other pups. Which didn't come as a surprise. They might know about vampires in general, but I doubted they had any knowledge about our history. But as interesting as the change of my last name was, I could tell that the Alpha's cool composure was starting to slip. "But I doubt you are here to talk about that."
"No, we are not. We are here to assess the new situation, and if necessary to remind you of the terms of our treaty." He declared, making himself very clear. He wasn't here for negotiation, but to issue a warning. Even the slightest violation and the treaty would be null and void.
"I see." I remarked evenly, even though I felt insulted. Why did they think we would need a reminder? "As you can tell from our eye color we still keeping up with our diet. We hunt animals, not humans."
"You don't." The Alpha allowed, adding with a growl, "But there are others in the area."
'Ah, now we are getting somewhere.'
"Let me guess, you are talking about a tall guy with brown hair and a medium-size blonde?" I surmised.
"Yes. You know them?"
"Yes. They are family."
"But they hunt humans." The Alpha commented. He and his pups felt the same way about that fact – confused and utterly appalled. Not to mention very angry. I dialed up the dose of calm I've been projecting since the moment they came out of the woods. But just by a fraction. Overdoing it might have the opposite effect. So far, they were 'allowing' me to use my gift. Not that they had much of a choice in the matter, but still. This was a precarious situation. One false step and all hell could break loose.
"That's true." I conceded. Why lie, when they already seem to know that Peter and Char were in town? Better to put everything on the table and go from there. "They do hunt humans, but not in this area. I give you my word."
I was empathic about that, in more ways than one. I sent the Alpha a strong wave of sincerity, and added as an afterthought, "And if it's any consolation they only hunt certain people."
"It's not." Sam remarked, dryly. "But as long as they stay off our land, and don't break our treaty, we won't act. But if they do, we don't have another choice. We will have to take them out."
"Good luck with that." Emmett snorted, mirroring my thoughts exactly. But only he was dumb enough to voice them out loud.
Naturally, that remark wasn't well received by the wolves. Quite the contrary. The grey wolf took a few steps closer, growling at Emmett. The other one held his position but joined in, snarling at me and Em. And of course, my brother took it as an invitation, also taking a step forward.
The only one still in control – besides me – was Sam. Sure, he felt insulted too. Which was understandable. After all, my brother just called them losers, blatantly indicating that they were incapable to take out two vampires. And even though I had no idea what they were capable of, and how many of them were out there, I did agree with him. But unlike Emmett, I knew when to keep my mouth shut.
Well, most of the time.
The air was practically sizzling with tension. I was just about to change my mind and intensify my calming influence, but I didn't need to. One barked out demand to stay back and shut up, and the two wolves fell silent. I was impressed, and glad. Influencing them with my gift would have worked, too, of course. No doubt about that. But it might have sent the wolves over the edge, Sam included. Sure, I was using my gift, on all of them, but just to keep the situation under control. Not to control them.
Well, maybe to control Emmett.
But as often as it happened, I didn't need to say anything to him. I just put out my arm and stopped his advance. Of course, he threw me a displeased look, but he immediately complied with my unspoken order.
"What my brother meant to say is that going up against them would be ill-advised." I said, rolling up my sleeves, showing off my bare skin. The Alpha's eyes widened. The grey wolf fell completely silent, and the brown one took a step back and let out a whine. I doubted that the wolves knew what exactly the countless teeth marks meant, but they seemed to understand the basic meaning behind them. To a human eye they were barely visible, but not to a supernatural being. And they screamed loud and clearly. Beware.
"I trained both of them." I clarified, unnecessarily. "They know how to fight multiple targets simultaneously and survive."
"I understand." Sam nodded, eying me carefully. I could sense some awe, and respect, even a little pity. "But you understand that we cannot idly sit by and watch. We are sworn to protect our people. It's our duty. If it comes to it, we will fight to our deaths."
It was a clear warning and a promise, but completely redundant.
"Fair enough." I replied. "But you have nothing to worry about. My brother and sister won't be an issue."
"Good." Sam said. I could tell that he wasn't fully convinced but somewhat appeased. Somewhat.
"But what about the other one?"
"What other one?" I inquired, even though I already had an inkling who he was talking about.
"The dark-skinned guy with dread locks." Sam clarified, confirming my suspicion.
"His name is Laurent." I provided.
"You know him too?" Sam sounded and looked even more irritated than he did already. And I couldn't blame him. The Cullens and Whitlocks being in the area were one thing. And regardless whether the wolves believed me or not, we were no threat to them or the people of Forks. But Laurent was an element of uncertainty. For all of us.
"Well, kinda." I admitted. "We had some trouble with him and two others last year."
Emmett growled lowly. And he had every right to. 'Trouble' was putting it lightly. Laurent had been part of James' coven. He might have had a change of heart, but only because he was smarter than the rest of his coven. It didn't mean he could be trusted.
"So he isn't a friend of yours?" The Alpha concluded.
"Fat chance." Emmett huffed, radiating discontent.
"No, he is not." I agreed with my brother. "We already know he is in the area. But we don't know why."
That fact didn't sit well with me. Uncertainties never did. True, I wasn't the Major anymore. But as they say, old habits die hard. Especially with vampires. We were territorial and very protective of the people we cared about. As long as there was a potential threat to my mate somewhere out there, I wouldn't be able to sleep soundly. Figuratively speaking. There were so many unanswered questions. But Sam was waiting for me to continue, clearly sensing I had more information. And I didn't want to screw up the rapport we've been able to establish so far.
"After splitting from his coven he joined another, up north, in Alaska. Luckily, one we know very well. They are allies, close friends actually, who also share our diet. He went there last spring. And as far as I know he is successfully adapting to our lifestyle. But nevertheless, his unannounced presence in this area does not sit well with us …"
'Well, particularly with me.' I added in my mind. I didn't want to clue them in on my relationship with Bella. At least not yet anyway.
"So, if we are forced to take him out, you won't retaliate?" Sam presumed. It was a challenge. Nothing more, nothing less. But a reasonable one.
"No, we won't." I reassured him, once again conveying my sincerity through my gift. Screw the repercussions. Lauren had no business in this area, and I had no affiliation with him. He had to know we were here. But instead of coming directly to us, he decided to play hide and seek. Therefore, as far as I was concerned, he was fair game. To the wolves and to me.
"I will take your word for it." The Alpha concluded, apparently done talking. But I wasn't.
"Were did you see him?" I demanded to know, hoping the Alpha was still in a sharing mood. Fortunately he was.
"Up north, near the ocean. He never crossed our borders. But he was close."
"Interesting." I mused out loud. Clearly, someone had filled him in on the situation. Laurent knew that La Push was protected by shape shifters. But who told him? Or did he just overhear Carlisle talking about it with Eleazar? Rose seemed to think he was happy in Denali, bonded to Irina. Unfortunately, she was the one sister I knew the least about. And not knowing things was never a good thing. Hopefully, Kate would call back later today and shed some light on the situation.
But right here and now I had to make a decision. One that wasn't easy, but smart.
"Okay, here is the thing, Sam. I know you are not very fond of us. And I get it. We represent everything you hate and want to kill. We are a threat to you. In theory. But in the end we do have the same agenda. We only want to protect the people we care about."
Emmett hummed in agreement. Sam, on the other hand, was eying me with renewed interest, probably wondering who I was talking about.
"You are proposing an alliance." He assumed correctly.
"I do. And I know that working together will be tough, if not impossible. But for now, all I ask of you is that you let us know if you come across him again. We will do the same." I vowed.
"That's asking a lot." Sam commented, dryly. He didn't add anything else. Not that I expected him to give me a straight answer right away. At least he didn't reject my proposal out of hand. For which I was grateful. He probably had to consult the Quileute council, before making a decision. But I could tell he was willing to consider helping us, clearly seeing the merit in my proposal. Working together might be unprecedented, but it would be smart.
"I know." I replied. "Just think about it."
"I will."
Suddenly the wolves became very edgy. I could tell that it wasn't related to the topic of conversation. Sure, they were less than happy about the fact that their leader was willing to think about my proposal. But this was different. Something else was going on.
The brown wolf looked at the grey one. Something more than exchanging growls and looks was happening between them, I could tell. Were they telepathic? Damn. For the first time ever, I wished Edward was here. His gift might be a nuisance most of the time, but right here and now, it would be a definite plus.
"What is it?" Sam addressed the grey wolf. Clearly, their telepathy was only working when they were in their shifted state.
It was evident that the grey wolf was fighting an inner battle. Clearly, he had something important to tell his Alpha, but he was reluctant to change back into his human form with us here. Which was understandable. As a wolf he had an advantage, but as a human he was completely vulnerable.
"Paul, shift back." Sam instructed, leaving no room for discussion. The grey wolf complied at once. It was quite the sight, the way the air shimmered, and his body changed in size and body structure. Most of the hair, fur, simply disappeared into thin air, and within seconds a tall, naked boy was standing next to the Alpha. He didn't bother putting on his pants which hang loosely from his right calf.
"It's Jacob. He is with Bella. And he just … he just lost it."
I saw red.
Sorry for the cliffhanger. Couldn't be helped ;-) Reviews are appreciated.
Next up: Bella, Rose and Jacob.