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Chapter 42

"When were you planning on telling me that you bit someone?" Billy asked solemnly. Sam tensed as he frowned thoughtfully.

He had wondered why the man had asked him to speak with him out of the blue. The council meeting was still days away.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Billy didn't reply, instead a manila-coloured folder was placed on the table by his side. Even before he picked up the file, a faint yet saccharine scent wafted towards his nostrils.

Sam's head snapped towards Billy.

"You got this from a Cullen."

Sam did his best to keep the accusatory tone from his voice, after all Billy was an Elder – the leader at that. When he got no answer, save for a weary sigh, he opened the file. His brows crinkled as his eyes scanned a picture of a magnified wound.

"How did you say you got that injury on your shoulder?" Billy continued and despite Sam's best effort – his left shoulder twitched. His shoulder had taken longer to heal than he had expected. With his accelerated healing, recovery from any injury should have taken minutes – not days like that fox's bite did.

"I already told you," he said, placing the file back on the table. He had seen enough – pale flesh bearing magnifications of distinct teeth marking.

Those were his teeth marks – there was no doubt about that. But on human flesh…how?

The Elder said nothing. He only waited patiently. Sam's fists clenched and unclenched at his side.

'Control.'

"It looked like a fox – like any other fox," he recounted, "Auburn fur, black paws...but its eyes. They were a glowing green. It was...unnatural and when I tried to get it to submit, it challenged me."

Sam's eyes had glazed over as that night's events flashed across his mind.

Finally, he shook his head. "I don't know exactly what I fought…but I know that it wasn't human."

A heavy silence settled between them, before Billy let out yet another weary sigh. He'd been doing that a lot lately, but he had good reason to. The two of them were similar, Sam thought– the man was chief of the tribe and he was (would be) chief of the pack. Well, at least until Jacob phased. Until then, he had a lot of responsibility to bear and this was something he couldn't run away from.

No.

This was something he wouldn't run away from.

"I want you to stay alert," the chief expressed eventually, "The Cullens –"

He was cut off when the door was pushed open. His son entered the room, breathless, excited.

"Dad!" Jacob beamed at him.

Word Count: 437

A/N: I actually ended up deleting some notes (and scenes) that I had for this story (by accident of course). I'm still upset with myself, nevertheless - onward. I apologize for any OOCness.

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