I was running fast, trying to escape the deafening footsteps that lay behind me. My breath was shaking, my heart was racing, and my body was trembling through he tall brush. I couldn't remember a time in my life when I have ever been this scared. The forest was blurring around me and the wind hit me with a sickening force. I fell and suddenly saw my life flash before my eyes.

Then I heard the harsh breathing. It echoed around me in the sea of green, it's noise so close to my body that I quivered with tears. In a short, slow motion I turned towards the source of my terror. There I caught the eyes of a lone silver wolf.

Whispers clawed the inside of my head with large, sharp knives, becoming louder and louder before soon, they were shouting.

"Bella! Bella! Wake up!" Clarity was invisible to my wild, confused mind as my eyes shot open. I expected to see the eyes of the wolf once more, but only saw Charlie's chocolate brown eyes instead. My heart was beating frantically in my chest and he gave me a second to stop and breath.

"Are you alright?" I sent him a nod, still caught up in the dream. I wasn't sure if it was a nightmare, or a good dream. It had been different from all of my other one. I wondered how the silver wolf fit into it.

"Did I wake you?" I asked him groggily, guilty that I have woken him up again. He said he didn't mind but I could see the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.

"No Bells, I was about to leave for work when I heard you screaming," I nodded mutely, still ashamed at the fact that my screaming was worrying him.

"Hey how about you visit Jake today?" I looked up at him, shocked at his words. He knew that Jacob and I weren't talking anymore, why would he bring him up?

"Dad…" I started, shaking my head.

"At least go up there and try to talk to him, figure this out Bells. It's been a month since the nightmares started again. A month since you guys stopped talking. Talk to him, Bells," he told me softly, patting my cheek.

I nodded and let him kiss me on the forehead before walking out of my room. I was simply going to lie and say that I had went over to Jacob's house. Then again, Billy would probably tell him that he never saw me. Out of the limited options I had, I decided to get dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and sweatshirt, tossing my hair up lazily in a ponytail, and slipping on some sneakers.

The cool air bit my face as I stepped outside. I jogged towards my truck, slipping twice on the smooth surface before jumping in the large machine. Wiping my hands on my jeans, I started the engine.

I snaked my way through Forks, my thoughts miles away as I thought about the conversation Jake and I would have once I saw him...if I saw him. Would he push me away and tell me to leave like last time? Or would he gladly open his arms to me and tell me he missed me and he was sorry.

I crossed out the latter, knowing he wouldn't tell me. He was part of that gang now where he doesn't tell anybody anything anymore. I grew anger with my thoughts and revved my engine harshly at the stop light. People glanced at me, and I knew they were wondering if I was on my way to kill myself. It was the main story floating around about me. My promise to...him...was the only thing keeping me from putting truth to that story.

I drove through La Push, my anger dissipating into worry and sadness. I sat at another stop light, looking around the small town and taking in the Quileute signs and gift shops. I was about ready to look back at the road when someone caught my attention. Before I could stop myself, I was parking on the side of the road and jumping out of my car.

I stalked my way over to a small gift shop, glaring angrily at the man who was staring through the glass. I marched over, realizing that my presence would not only surprise him but make him hesitate in leaving abruptly. It would give me enough time to say what I needed and leave.

"Sam," I bit out, standing right in front of him. He jumped back, shock filling his features before composing his face into a smooth stoic expression.

"Bella," he replied, stepping around me. I exhaled, grabbing his forearm and pulling him back.

"You better give me your damn attention Uley, because you were the one that took my best friend and turned him against me." He remained silent. "You have no right! He knew you were watching him and he was terrified. So why would you sink your teeth into him like this?" I spat, stepping closer so we were a nose away.

"Bella you don't need to worry yourself about Jacob anymore. He isn't terrified, so you no longer need to worry about him." Sam stated, his words clipped and narrow. They made angrier.

"You won't let him talk to me. How can I not be worried?" I replied, flinging my hands up.

"He doesn't want to talk to you," he replied, his eyes leaving my face and towards something behind me. He shook his head once but it was enough for me to turn around and catch the large form of one of the other Quileute boys walking up to us ignoring Sam's looks.

"Do you have a problem, leech-lover?" The boy snarled standing in front of me. His words hit a little too close to home however and I flinched back, looking away from the man.

"Paul," Sam barked warningly, "no need to make this any harder than it has to be."

"She needs to understand that she is not welcome here, Sam," Paul snarled, stepping forward.

"Paul, leave, you've done enough," Sam told him, pointing away from us to indicate that he wanted him to leave.

My anger had grown while I listened to them however, so when Paul growled once more at me, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.

It obviously didn't faze him however because he stared at my red hand in shock. He froze even more as he met my eyes.

"You listen to me, Paul, you might think that your some powerful, almighty god, but you have no right to speak to me like that, ever. I don't need you speaking for Jacob either, he can tell me himself that he wants me to leave but nobody else gets the opportunity to." I growled, turning around to walk back towards my truck. Three more boys were frozen by my truck. One of them happened to be Jacob.

I walked straight up to him and crossed my arms. "I wish you had the balls to tell me for yourself that it was a lost cause to ever come back, instead you have others telling me for you."

"I did tell you, Bella, I told you that we were through, you were just too stubborn enough to listen." Jacob told me, relaxing his form.

"Charlie told me that I needed to fix what was going on between us, that I should keep trying to see if you would talk to me, or answer my calls. But you decided to leave me just like everybody else in my life does. You made promises that you couldn't keep, so how about next time you don't make any at all." I snapped before continuing my way towards my truck.

"Bella! Wait," I heard Paul call, for what I didn't know. I did know however that I was in no mood to deal with his pig-headed, obnoxious, hateful self. I just wanted to go home and sleep the rest of my life away.

I started the engine on my truck and sped away, nothing left but the shocked faces of the Quileute gang. I tried to keep my eyes on the road but soon it started getting blurry because of the tears threatening to fall down my face. The pain of losing my best friend to a bunch of Quileute jerks hit me hard, including the stinging pain that was coming from the hand that I used to slap Paul's stupid face with.

Pulling over to the side of the road, I figured that I needed to catch my breath so that I could try to get myself home before something else happens. I got out and walked over to the passenger side, leaning on the door heavily. I stared at the forest, my dream slipping into my mind.

The silver wolf was the main thought circling my mind as I tried to remember what happened. I heard a rustling coming from the surrounding woods. Seconds later, I realized it was real and not thought orientated. I looked up, fear seeping in as thoughts of a certain vampire came into mind.

"Edward?" I whispered, waiting for something to happen. My only reply, however, was a growl resounding from the dark edges of the trees. My eyes widened, picturing a silver wolf behind the growl before shaking my head and quickly getting in the car. I did not want to be dinner for whatever animal was in there.

I arrived home quickly, looking through my rearview mirror every five seconds. What was I thinking? That Edward was going to come back, apologizing profoundly for leaving me? He wasn't coming back, ever.

I sighed, staring at the tattered house in front of me, feeling the failure of todays' escapade as I trudged up the path towards the front door. My dad wouldn't be home for another seven hours, so that gave me time to sit around and get my thoughts straightened out before he arrived home asking questions.

I walked up to my room, taking of my shoes, before turning my computer on. Knowing it was going to take forever to boot up, I walked downstairs and looked around the kitchen for food, finding an apple and taking it upstairs.

I answered an email from my mom, trying not to give too much away about life here and avoiding the main question that she always asked me.

'Are you sure you don't want to come stay with me?'

I always told her no, but this time I actually thought about moving back down there. Nothing was going right up here anyways. No best friend and no vampire boyfriend. Moving up here to Forks only brought me grief; maybe leaving would be a good idea.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I screeched loudly, turning around as I jumped up causing me to fall out of my seat roughly. I sat there for a second groaning before getting up and looking towards the window. My eyes widened as I looked at the boy staring at me through it.

"What the hell?" I yelled, walking up and throwing the window open.

"Can I come in, Bells?" I glared at him, eyeing the tree behind him incredulously.

"No." I stated, sternly, turning my back on him. I should have known that he would have come in anyways though. I felt his hands gripping my shoulders and turning me around.

"Please Bella, I'm sorry and you're right." He told me while turning me to face him.

"I'm right about what, Jacob? Because I don't even know what I'm right or wrong about anymore." I told him, pulling out of his arms to return to my computer.

"I broke my promise, I told you that I wouldn't do the same thing that that leech did to you. I'm sorry, but please there is something that you need to know."

"What do I need to know Jacob? You made it pretty clear that we can no longer be friends. There is nothing else that needs to be said between me and you." I growled, typing furiously on my computer.

"Bells I'm sorry! Will you at least come to the bonfire with me?" He asked. I turned towards him shocked.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Jacob Black." I stated, turning back around.

"Bella you have all the wrong ideas about me and the pa-gang, you already know what is going on. I just can't tell you." He cried, sitting down on my bed. After some thought I walked over and gripped his hair with my hands.

"What did they do to you, Jake? Why can't you tell me anything?" I whispered he stared up at me, opening his mouth to talk but then closing it abruptly.

"Do you remember when we first met at the beach when you first moved here?" I nodded slowly, letting him get out what he was trying to say. "When we walked down the beach and I told you the s-," he stopped, something obviously stopping him from continuing.

"The stories?" His eyes lit up, giving me my answer. "The ones about the cold ones and the…wolves?" I asked him, silver once again popping into my head. I looked down at him and saw his eyes glistening. I thoughts back to my words, trying to piece it all together.

Shape shifters….wolves.

A gasp filled the room, and I tripped and fell as I stumbled backwards away from him. He couldn't be…I mean it wasn't…how did, I clutched at my forehead trying to decipher my thoughts. He stared at me in relief, getting up and towering over me in all of his six foot seven glory.

"You're a…all of you…wolf." I squeaked out, trying to out my words together quickly. He nodded once and I found myself breathing quicker and black spots glittering my vision.

"Bella?" Jake exclaimed, suddenly at my side. I just stared at him, my mind shutting down. There was only so much mystical being I could take. All of them, every single one of the Quileute men were wolves.

My best friend was a werewolf.

Paul was a werewolf.

I slapped a werewolf in the face.

Just great.

"Bella? Bella? Why isn't she waking up?" A voice cried frantically. I matched the voice with a face; Paul was worried about me? I think I'm dreaming…

"She just learned that we are all wolves you pea-brained ass, she needs time to recover." Jacob growled, a loud smack resounding through the room.

"Knock it off you two," another voice snapped reminding me of Sam. How many wolves were here? I groaned, moving slightly. I heard movement before somebody cursed and backed up.

"Bells? Are you alright Hun?" My eyes flickered open and I saw Jacob above me smiling softly. I pushed him back, still not happy enough with him. He grumbled but backed up quickly, letting me sit up.

"Okay, is there anything else I need to know?" I asked straight to the point. I looked around and noticed only five boys staring back at me. Well at least it's five and not twelve, that would be overwhelming.

"Umm, I don't really know, I guess whenever something else comes up we can answer any of your questions?" I nodded slowly, no questions popping into my head at the moment.

"Bella, I'm really sorry about evading you like that today, but I was just trying to protect you," Sam told me, coming into my line of sight. I narrowed my eyes, eyeing the jerk that stood beside him.

"How would making Jake not talk to me, protect me?" I questioned, pulling my legs up under me.

"Wolves are very dangerous Bella, especially a new one like Jacob. If something angered him, he could transform on the spot and hurt you." His eyes grew haunted and he seemed to be seeing something that none of could see.

"Okay, I understand that," I told him.

"I am really sorry Bells, I wanted to tell you but-"

"You couldn't, I understand, I was in the same position once," I told him, a bronze-haired man popping into my mind.

"Thank god," Jake whispered, throwing his arms around me. I felt comforted that I had my best friend by my side once more. A growl echoed through the room and I was shocked to see Paul's eyes staring hard at Jacob's arms.

"What is your problem?" I asked, making his eyes snap to me. His face softened and he walked forward slightly but I sent him a warning glare.

"I'm really sorry for saying those things to you Bella; I'm just really…protective of the pack. These guys are my family; I didn't want our secret to be told because of a human." He shuddered, like he hated the idea of a human knowing.

"Whatever, usually people yell the truth when they are angry. You sounded pretty sure when you said that I didn't belong here." I told him standing up. He backed up a step, pain floating in his eyes. For the first time since I met Paul, I actually looked at him, forgetting the words that I had just been yelling at him.

His eyes were a dark brown, like they could turn into balls of fire in seconds but then change to warm liquid lava that captures you quickly. His black hair was short-cut on top of his head with a small piece falling in his eyes. His chin was narrowed showing a slight dent in his cheek and lines were marred on his forehead from anger, but I could also see laugh lines showing by his mouth giving away that he laughed often. He was close to six three with large muscles and was wearing a tight black shirt that showed off his eight pack.

I looked back up, finding his eyes a little too smug making me realize that I was checking out this jerk. What the hell was I thinking? I felt anger at his smug face and wanted to slap it off his face. He seemed to sense my anger because he wiped the smug grin off his face quickly and took a step forward again towards me.

"Take a step back Paul, you are the only pain in the ass that I'm going to have trouble dealing with." He winced at my words but took a step back like a said.

I heard a car drive up outside and my eyes widened staring at the pack. They seemed relaxed and just stared at me content.

"What are you guys waiting for? Get your butts out of my house before Charlie gets in here!" I yelled, pointing towards the back door. They all started scampering towards the door except for Jacob and Paul of course. Jacob I understood but Paul was not allowed in this house. "Leave Paul."

"What? He gets to stay and I don't?" He exclaimed glaring at Jacob. I sighed and grabbed his arm pulling it towards the back door quickly before Charlie walked in.

"Yes because he needs to see that nothing is wrong with us," I told him, huffing as I pulled the wolf towards the door. If only he would cooperate then things would be going smoother.

"Wait who is he and who is us?" He asked me confused.

"Charlie, Jake, and myself!" I told him, opening the door quickly.

"Will you be in La Push tomorrow?" He asked hope filling his eyes.

"I don't know Paul, now leave." I told him, closing the door in his face. I huffed in annoyance before walking back to the living room right as my dad walks in.

"Hey Bells," he smiled kissing my forehead, "Jake!" his smile widened in happiness as he saw the buff boy sitting in our living room.

"Hey Charlie," he called standing up and giving Charlie a man-hug.

"How you been my boy? I haven't seen you in a while." Jake flinched but answered all of my dad's questions. I walked into the kitchen and decided on just ordering pizza because I didn't want to cook tonight.

"Does pizza sound good guys?"

"Sounds good Bells!" They yelled at the same time laughing. I dialed the number and asked for three large pepperoni pizzas. I hung up quickly and walked back into the living room, well I tried too. Someone knocked lightly on the kitchen window and I groaned as I saw the face. I pointed telling him to leave but he just pouted and stood there. I walked up to him and moved to open the window smiling at him before winking and shutting the curtains quickly.

I walked back inside the living room, giving Jacob a pointed look. He just shrugged and continued talking to Charlie. When the pizzas got here, I stood and motioned for Jacob to come with me.

"I might have been okay with wolves but I'm lost on what comes with it," I told him. He thought about it for a few seconds before snapping his fingers.

"How about I take you to Emily's house tomorrow and you can talk to her about wolf things." He told me smiling.

"Who's Emily?"

"Sam's fiancé," he replied. I nodded, agreeing to him proposition.

"One more thing, why is Paul acting like a little puppy; he won't stop following me." Jacob laughed loudly and I narrowed my eyes before he gestured to the window. I glared at it, knowing Paul was behind it.

"He is getting on my nerves," I told him.

"Why? This is the best I've seen him since becoming a wolf. He has never been this carefree and happy," I shook my head.

"Why is that?" I asked him, leaning on the counter.

"Umm, how about I let Paul answer that," he replied. I shook my head and then pointed towards the window.

"Tell him to get lost will you, he is severely annoying me." I muttered, walking into the living room with two plates of pizza for Charlie and I. A few seconds later, Jacob walked in and winked at me, alerting me that my pain in the ass was gone.

My? When did I say he was mine? He is just a jerk that needs to get lost.

Paul Lahote was one annoying son of a bitch.

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