Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sides of The Coin ❯ Let the Fur fly! Literally!! ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not own or create any of the characters, expect for Cassie and Brooke and their father. The rest is done and created by Stephenie Meyer, the author of the Twilight series. She owns them, not I. I am only burrowing them for my own twisted tales.

Summary: Cassandra and Brooke Sparrow are two sisters with psychic abilities, forced out of their warm California home to live in the dreary town of Fork, Washington, so their father can look for inspiration in the serene mountainside scenery. There they discover appearances can be deceiving when it comes to this boring rainy town. Especially when their closest neighbors just happen to be vampires and they actually go to their school, not to mention the nearby reservation is occupied with werewolves. Their lives are about to spiral into weirdsville and the sisters are going to love every minute of it.

Chapter Four
Let the Fur Fly?!
Literally!!



(Brooke’s POV)

“Must…make…it… to… the… stupid radio,” I gasped, covering my ears in scrutinizing pain as the thunderous voice of the stupid jack ass on the radio rapped the hell out of his squeaky lungs. My target was in sight. Sitting there on Mike Newton’s van, in the open trunk of the butt ugly vehicle. I reached out a shaky hand and began rummaging through the stacks of CDs. I picked out a Simple Plan CD.

Perfect!!! I switched over the music and cranked it.

A couple kids threw me a dirty look as I sat back against the bumper of Newton’s van, enjoying a change of pace. Much to my ears relief. I hummed along, watching some of our fellow idiot peers start jumping around to the beat. Suddenly some one’s over sized rump blocked my view of the other party goers. Two malicious, indignant eyes narrowed on me.

“And what the hell do you want, whore of all whores?” I inquired not impressed by her cheap imitation of a high class snob dressed in drag.

Lauren sneered at my crude remark. “Oh how cute. The ameba can speak,” she snarled glaring down at me. Tagging along with her was Tyler, her poor excuse for a boyfriend. “Having fun, bitch?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Should I be? I gotta say the company could be better,” I said emphasizing the word better. I smirked, watching Lauren frown in disgrace and storm away with Tyler in toe.

I sighed, feeling like I didn’t need to put up my dukes anymore and pushed myself off back of the van, and sauntered over to the coolers stacked on a sandy portion of the rocky beach. I grabbed Cassie and myself a tall can of cold ginger ale. I turned to venture back into crowd of dancing, yakking locals, belching jokes over my choice of music. Oh yes, looks like I might actually enjoy myself. I put Cassie’s pop can underneath my arm and cracked open mine. I took a long swig and glanced around, weaving my way through the small groups of teens. I didn’t spot my sister by the fireside anymore. The seat next to Angela and Ben was empty.

“Yo lovebirds,” I said catching the attention of the happily huddled couple. They turned their star-crossed eyes on me, the pleasure being replaced with wariness. Did I really look that mean? “Did any of you see where my sister ran off to?”

Angela and Ben exchanged looks before turning their sights on me. Ben spoke up. “Uh… not really. Sorry, Brooke.”

I shrugged. “No big,” I muttered and took a another swig, my eyes turning to the beautiful vivid color of the seaside fire. The flames were a cool mixture of greens and blues with hints of orange edging the outer core of the burning driftwood. A small smile of solace spread across my face. Cassie was just going to have to find me on her own. She would be back. I was about to sit down when a big body of muscle hit me head on. I stumbled backward, flipping over the wooden log, my pop and Cassie’s pop flying out of my grasp, my pop dumping its contents all over me, and then disappearing off into the night.

“Brooke, are you okay?” I heard Angela’s concerned voice asked as I glared incredulously up at the flickering starlit purple-black sky.

I gagged, righting myself. “What the hell hit me? A freaking brick wall? Jeez!” I exclaimed, scrambling for my seat. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay. Just stunned.”

I glared at the profile of muscle standing before me, chatting with some other meathead. Both boys had to be at least standing six foot something. They were huge! They looked like twins from the back even; really muscled-up twins. I climbed to my feet, brushing myself off. I glowered at the back of said idiots’ heads, wondering which retard knocked me over. Only one way to find out…

“Yo boneheads!” I shouted trying to catch their attention. “Which one of you douche bags knocked me over?”

The two muscle heads turned toward me. They had to be at least twice my size. No big deal. I could take them. Their piercing black eyes were hidden by the shadows of their thick brows, pulling together simultaneously like their minds worked in sync.

“What do you want?” one of the beefy native boys demanded glowering.

“Which one of you knocked me over?” I repeatedly peevishly and point to my now soaked shirt. “You made me spill my pop all over the place.”

One of the two muscled-up teens turned to the other one, his dark rustic face changing. He turned to me, smugly. “So? Why should we care? It’s your own fault for being in the way,” he snorted like a pig.

The other guy shook his head in disbelief. “Paul…”

“What? It’s the own dumb broad’s fault for not watching where she was going,” he replied indifferently.

“Dumb? Broad?” My left eyebrow twitched. Oh. No. He. Didn’t?! I clenched my fists. “Listen you overgrown thickheaded caveman!” I snarled glowering his way, ready for a brawl. “Maybe if you had watched where you were going, just maybe I wouldn’t have to make a big scene about it. Now why don’t you act like a good little doggie and apologize!”

The idiot named Paul, clenched his fists and bit his lower lip. His dark eyes narrowing on me menacingly. His hands started to shake. “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’re getting into, wench?” he retorted back.

I raised an cocky eyebrow. “Do I? Why don’t you enlighten me, Fido?”

“Paul! Calm down!” the other meat head shouted, his eyes widening in apprehension, reaching out toward his friend.

“Shut it! Jared! This girl…” Paul seethed, glaring beams of pure loathing toward my way. The shaking in his hands was becoming evident, working its way up his arms.

“What’s wrong, jack ass? Got polio?” I inquired folding my arms in front of my chest. A twisted smirk crossed my face, watching a violent shudder go up and down his body. “What? Don’t like the fact you’re being bitched out by a little girl?”

“Paul! Get a grip, man!” the boy named Jared exclaimed, grabbing onto the shaking boy’s shoulder. Wrong move. Paul jerked away violently, his eyes blood thirsty, glaring straight at me.

“You… You think… you can come in here and cock off…” Paul growled, the quaking getting worse. He was literally shaking apart.

Angela and Ben nearby had gotten up and started to recoil away from the scene. I couldn’t blame them. This guy was on the verge of breaking out of his own skin.

Werewolves…

And how do I know he’s a werewolf, you wonder? Simple. My sister and I had seen him and his buddies transform in the trees beyond the beach before they made their grant entrance.

“What’s going on?” a deeper older voice demanded as a taller older teenager stalked over, followed by three other overly muscled teenage boys. Wow, was everybody on the reservation on steroids or what? The taller older muscle head didn’t look too happy.

“Sam! Thank god!” Jared cried after Paul kicked him aside and almost into the fire when he tried restrain the growling idiot.

“Paul, calm down!” Sam barked and oddly enough the overgrown douche bag started trying to calm himself. Paul shook his head, trying to gain control of over his body. It wasn’t working very well though. He was still quaking all over.

I took a step back underneath the leer of the other pack members. They didn’t look too happy with me pissing off the local idiot hot head werewolf. Fortunately for me, none of them realized I knew the truth about them yet. Man, Forks was getting stranger by the minute.

“Wow, I think… I’m going to find my sister now,” I muttered nervously, scooting away from the gang of over muscled teenage boys. I couldn’t take all of them on. I was pretty much screwed if I did.

“Oh no you don’t,” Paul growled his eyes firmly fixed on me. I froze. “I don’t forgive that easily. Nobody cusses me out!”

“Paul, drop it,” a boy that was almost as tall and well built as Sam snapped glaring at the quivering boy. His shaggy black hair was longer than the others and fell around his head like a mop. “Just drop it. It’s not worth getting into a fight over.”

Yeah moron, listen to your friends, I thought cautiously taking a step back and then another. We don’t want you going all wild man on these idiots’ sorry asses!!

Paul forced down a growled and glowered maliciously at me, ready like a ravenous wild animal to tear me apart, piece by tiny piece. My throat became dry and I felt adrenaline pump through my system. Excitement and fear raged inside my body, loving the idea of being on the verge of danger. I couldn’t fight back that warped smirk of mine from forming on my face.

Paul snarled. “Wipe… That…” He shuddered violently. “…Smirk… off your scrawny ass… face!”

“Or what? You going to wipe it off for me?” I inquired coyly. Oh yeah, I was in deep water and further out each time with the push and pull of the waves. The pack members shot me warning glares, saying to knock it off. They didn’t want him transforming in front of these witnesses, who started to gather around our little piss-off contest.

“I suggest you watch your mouth, girl,” the tall, big man named Sam warned, throwing a wary glance around the curious stares as they rose in number with the bodies slowly crowding in. “We don’t want any trouble.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes and tossed a side way glance to the violently jerking man before me. “Tell that to your buddy before he knocked me over and spilled my drink on my favorite shirt,” I stated indifferently. “Maybe you ought to teach your fellow morons to show more respect toward innocent helpless civilians.”

I heard of the muscle heads behind him snort in disgrace. “Innocent? Helpless? Yeah right,” the guy grumbled, shaking his head.

I held my middle finger in place. I spread a wiry grin across my face and turned around. “Now if you’ll excuse me, fellas. I gotta go find my sister before she gets gobbled up by the other testosterone filled sex fiends.”

I started making my way from the scene, trying to act as smoothly and as coolly as possible. I wanted to sure make them knew what it was like to meet a real bad ass up close and in person. But just as I was on the verge of pushing my way through the crowd, a loud roar came bellowing from behind me.

“FUCK!” I screamed whirling around. That dicktard wasn’t serious!! Paul had given to the convolutions, his shape literally rattling apart, his own personal earth quake threatening to tear him apart.

“PAUL!!” Sam and the other taller one shouted, panic coloring their voices as the pack member seemed to launch forward, his body ready to explode. They leaped forward to grab him, trying to stop his attack. Pretty stupid idea on their part if you asked me.

I whipped out my cell phone, tensely. My body feeling the electric current running through it, causing my whole entire frame to shudder. I aimed the flash of the phone toward the transforming werewolf’s eyes. I only had mere seconds till the transformation would complete itself and with all these innocent by-standers around, none of us could risk exposure.

“Yo! Fleabag!” I yelled hitting the center button to take a picture. “SAY CHEESE!!”

A bright flash erupted from the tiny phone, blinding everyone, including the other werewolves in the pack. I bolted in as Sam and the other dude latched onto a startled Paul, jabbing my cell phone straight into his rock hard ads. My whole entire body jolted as I sent wave after wave of electricity through my hands into the cell, ending in the results of the furious, writhing werewolf to feel what it was like to be struck by lightening. Unfortunately, though, I electrocuted the other two muscle heads as well.

Whoops. My bad. Charcoaled werewolves anyone? Smoke floated off the fried surface of our family cell phone. I watched in disbelief as a it sparked and then disintegrate in my hands. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened incredulously.

Shit. I swallowed nervously, backing away from the massacre, shoving the remains into my coat pocket. Shocked and puzzled whispers filled the empty void that followed. The conclusion? The light blinded everyone; nobody saw what exactly happened, they only saw stars and spots, and in the end what they found were a charcoaled pile of over roasted teenage boys/men. I whirled around, pretending to have no idea what was going on either and walked off into the masses of bodies circling around the three unconscious locals, while the other pack members rushed to their comrades’ aid.

I weaved through the murmuring bodies of my fellow idiot peers. My heart was still pounding heavily in my chest. I almost regretted what I just did. Was it really the fur ball’s fault that he couldn’t control his anger? So much like myself, anger seemed to be a problem that none of us could get over. I grumbled to myself, feeling stupid, shoving my hands deep into the pockets of my pants, lowering my head. Did I actually feel guilty? No, it was his fault! If he hadn’t made me spill my drink all over myself, I wouldn’t had had to chew him out for it. Stupid fleabag.

“Brooke!” A familiar voice cried, causing my head to shoot up. A body collided into mine. “Thank goodness! I finally found you.”

I stared down at my sister, both relieved and startled. “Hey Cassie,” I stated blankly. “Where’ve you been? I had gotten back to the bomb fire and you weren’t there.”
Cassie was breathless. “It doesn’t matter! Listen Brooke!” She exclaimed gripping the sleeves of my coat tightly, frantically. “Those locals… that arrived… late! They’re not….” Her voice trailed off as her gazed lowered to what was beyond my shoulder. “Hey, what’s going on over there? How come everybody’s crowded around the fire?”

I swallowed dryly. I looked over my shoulder, listening to the confused and wondering voices filling the crisp salty night air. “Um… I really…” I glanced off to the side, hesitantly. “Dunno.”

Cassie caught the suspicious guilt reflecting on my pale face. She narrowed her icy blue eyes on me. “Brooke,” she inquired warily. “What did you do?”

I smirked and let my line of vision stray off to the side to avoid her probing eyes. “Well, you know how I get when I’m pissed. Some loser jack ass decided to send me flying with his big fat ass and so naturally…”

“Brooke!” Cassie screamed in my face, obviously upset with me. “Why do you always cause trouble?! Even if some guy knocks you over, that doesn’t give you an excuse to pick a fight.”

I snorted, miffed. “Well, tell that to the douche bag. He started it,” I insisted, stubbornly. “He knocked me over and made me spill my pop all over myself. And even after that he didn’t even apologize. What would you have done, Miss Goody-two-shoes?”

“Not pick a fight. Obviously,” she retorted glaring me down, disappointed. “We came here to have fun, Brooke Sparrow. Honestly…”

“HEY YOU!” Cassie froze in mid-sentence. We both turned our heads to see the five werewolves pushing through the crowd. Locals and Fork kids alike scrambled out of their way. God, they didn’t look too happy to see our sorry faces.

Cassie’s eyes widened in terror. “Brooke. Just what did you do?!” She demanded panicked. Her mind was going into a whirl wind of bewilderment. “They look pissed!”

I laughed nervously, snatching her. My laughter sounded like an dying hyena. “I electrocuted one of their buddies for being an ass and ended up electrocuting three of them!”

Her eyes bulged, nearly popping out of her head. “You what?!” She shrieked, horror-struck.

“Look! You can save the guilt lecture for later!” I shouted watching the group of muscled up boys coming our way, taking off with her in toe. “But for right now… RUN FOR IT!!”

We took off, racing across the stony surface of the rocky coast, heading for god knows where! We didn’t know the geography, but did it matter? When you have five pissed off werewolves coming after you, the best thing to do if you want to be survivor is run and you better run hard or else you will be knee deep in shit! We headed off toward the northern end of the beach, the seaside party disappearing behind us. Cassie and I glanced over our shoulders as we sprinted over the rocky terrain, adrenaline pumping through our bodies, pushing us forward. One of the werewolves had given way to chase. The hot head, Paul. It figures he would be the dumb ass to go after us.

How the hell is he still standing?! I exclaimed inside my head bewildered. I gave him enough juice to paralyze an enraged bull elephant!!

If death had a psychical form, Paul would be it right now. He looked ready to slaughter some one and by that some one, I mean preferably me! He leaped into the air and exploded, his human form disappearing into a inflated ball of silver fur. The giant wolf was the size of a frickin` horse, if not bigger! My heart leaped into my throat as the giant monster tossed back it’s head and howled fiercely. His friends called after him, frantically trying to attracted his preoccupied attention. One of them, one of the taller meatheads took after him, while I noticed the others fanned out. Dread washed over us. That wolf was closing distance, quickly. We were dead meat if we didn’t pick up the pace.

“Uh…!” Cassie’s shoelace got caught on a sharp rock sticking out of the stony beach. She hurtled forward, flying through the air, touching down hard against the rocky ground. She rolled to a stop in a moan of pure pain.

“CASSIE!” I screamed skipping to a stop and whipping around, heading back for my fallen sibling. The giant silver wolf was approaching fast, it’s dangerous fangs bared with it’s black lips curled back in a vicious snarl. I rushed forward coming to Cassie’s aid.

“Cass, get up!” I shouted, my eyes fixated on the rapidly approaching over grown puppy dog with sharp teeth, really sharp teeth that could tear us apart within minutes. “Come on! This is no the time to be lying down!”

“Speak for yourself,” A panicked moaned followed as she struggled to climb to her feet. She winced. “AH!” She collapsed. “It hurts!” She cried and glanced behind her, tears starting to flood into her eyesight. “I think I sprained my ankle!”

“What? Fuck!” I cried out of frustration and turned to face the malicious werewolf coming our way. I jerked out my hand. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” My hand began to tingle, static shock accumulating inside of it. I clenched it and darted in front of my sister, whining it back, the energy gathering inside of it.

This is bad, I thought gritting my teeth, facing the fast approaching wolf, the glowing of it’s piercing eyes flashing in sight.

“Paul!” I heard a deep husky scream come from behind it. I didn’t take my eyes off the silver wolf, my hand drawn back ready to fire. A loud, thunderous roar filled the air as another larger wolf came rushing in. The flash of it’s deep reddish brown fur colliding into the other wolf’s body, sending it flying. The impact sounded like thunder clashing during a thunder storm. My jaw dropped agape, watching the two werewolves face off. Snarls erupting out of their thick muscular throats. They began circling each other, crouched down, the huge muscles underneath their floating coats of fur, tensed and ready for a sudden attack. Simultaneously, they launched at each other, fangs bared and flashing. They collided, snarling, biting, dodging, and growling.

I felt Cassie cling to me, her eyes wide as mine in horror. I jumped ten feet into the air as a warm firm hand planted itself on my shoulder. “Don’t move,” a deep throaty voice instructed calmly. “Just stay still.”

In an instant I knew who it was. It was Sam. The pack leader. I felt myself cling to my sister tightly, she too busy staring in fear at the snarling wolves, battling it out. I held my breath, my heart burning in my chest.

“Now, I don’t hold a grudge for what you did,” Sam said softly. “It was out of self defense. That much was obvious. I have no clue who you or your sister are, but I need to you follow my instructions very carefully.”

I nodded silently, unable to take my eyes off the battling giants. The words were caught in my throat. “Stand up very slowly,” he ordered, keeping an firm hand on my shoulder. “And back away. Don’t make any sudden movements.”

I nodded again. Humph, easy for him to say.

I grabbed onto Cassie’s arm, while Sam took the other. We slowly pulled her to her feet. She whimpered having to rest weight on her injured foot. I wrapped her arm around my shoulder, making myself a support for her to lean on. “Come on,” I whispered, seeing her eyes still as wide as basketballs. Fear shone brightly in them. I jerked her along, being careful with her swollen ankle.

Cautiously, we recoiled away from the fight, our eyes warily watching the two werewolves’ every single move. They were too busy trying to take an chunk out of each other to notice our disappearance.

The other three pack members met us by the edge of the woods. Their fixation had remained on the fight until Sam caught their attention. The three over muscled boy’s inquiring eyes landed on our approaching figures. Sam motioned toward my sister and I.
“Take these two back to Emily’s house while I break up the fight.”

I watched as Sam headed back off down the slope, striping. I tore my eyes away and continued up the slope, carefully watching where I stepped so Cassie wouldn’t have to put so much weight on her injured foot. The fierceness and severity of the fight down below echoed through the cool spring night air. Even with the stars out and the scenery serene, the growling, snarling werewolves as they lunched at each other repeatedly disrupted the tranquility that usually settled itself on these peaceful rocky shores.

I felt the judging and curious stares as Cassie and I stood before the towering giants. I shot them a agitated scowl, then looked over my shoulder just in time to catch a glimpse of Sam’s transformation into a giant malevolent black as night wolf. He deliberately threw himself into the fight between the two battling wolves. The fight escalated.

“Alright, let’s get going,” one of the meat heads stated, grinning from ear to ear. He was the shorter of the three. He shot my sister and I a grin. “Follow us, ladies. Your escorts shall escort you to the glorious manor of Sam and Emily.”

“Wow, you sound like an idiot,” I commented, staring at the shrimp of the group with an raised eyebrow.

The shortie laughed and slapped me on the back. Hard. Real Hard. I gagged, nearly tripping forward, losing my balance. “Hey now! Is that anyway to talk to your saviors, girlie,” he laughed.

My left eyebrow twitched. “Girlie?”

“Brooke, please…” Cassie moaned, tugging on the hem of my shirt, looking up at me with pleading, pain stricken eyes.

Guilt swirled in my stomach. I sighed, letting the shrimp’s comment go. He wasn’t exactly a shrimp. He was freaking taller than I was, but compared to rest of the meatheads, he looked to be the shortest in the group.

Cassie winced as she tried to pull away from me, wanting to walk on her own. She nearly tripped till one of the boys caught her. “Whoa there,” he said grinning and swung her into his arms bridal style. “You’re in no condition to walk. Here, let me carry you.”

“That’s… n-not necessary,” Cassie squeaked, starting to bug out. Her eyes wide from shock.

“Just let him,” I snapped glaring at my sister. Being stubborn was one thing we emo sisters had in common. “You took a pretty nasty fall.”

Cassie grimaced and stuck out her tongue at me. The tall guy carrying her laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “This coming out of the mouth from the girl who pissed off Paul,” he remarked smirking. “You two are certainly strange, ain`t ya?”

“Looks who’s talking, wolfy,” I shot back, emphasizing my use of wolf to get my point across.

“Okay. Okay, you caught us,” He laughed and jerked his head toward the commotion down on the water front. “I don’t think anybody can ignore the fact of hard core evidence of werewolves in plain sight. I’m Jared,” he introduced himself and then nodded to the other two pack members. “And the laughing idiot to the left is Quil and the grinning goon on the right is Embry.”

“Right,” I murmured looked back and forth between the three. They all looked the same to me.

Cassie examined their open expressions from her uncomfortable position in Jared’s arms. “It’s nice to meet you,” she replied and smiled warily. “I’m Cassie Sparrow and this is my sister, Brooke Sparrow.”

“So you’re name is Brooke?” Embry asked, eyeing me suspiciously. A grin spread across his natural dark skinned face. “You got some balls standing up to some one twice your size. Paul is a hand full. He’s always losing his temper. Most people aren’t crazy enough to stand up to him.”

“Or stupid enough,” Quil muttered grinning wickedly, giving me a wink.

I punched the big oaf in the arm. “I heard that, moron,” I commented, smirking back. “And I’m not like most people. Most people don’t have the skills like I or my sister has.”

“Or the guts,” Jared remarked, smirking and nodded toward the towering trees to our left flank. “Come on, let’s go. I think Sam will be fine on his own.”

“A-Are you sure?” Cassie piped up watching the fight down below warily. The snarling and growling of the enraged wolves had gotten worst.

“Positive,” he reassured and started walking. “He is the pack leader after all.”

Oh, that’s reassuring to know, I thought rolling my eyes and followed him into the extensive forest that was La Push. Above us the trees towered, like wooden skyscrapers, their evergreen branches fanning out in every direction to block the starlight cascading down into the deep rooted and pine needle covered floor below. The fallen branches and dry pine needles crunched under the weight of my shoes as I followed the three giant muscled-up boys through the thick undergrowth. I found my senses heightened from my psychic powers of being able to sense different electrical currents. I think it came with being a techno path.

Quil yawned and started to stretched his arms way above his head. “Man, can’t we just phase and run to Emily’s house in our other forms. It would be a lot quicker,” he complained.

I think both Cassie and I stiffened to his proposal. Much to our relief, Embry shot him a look. “Forget it. We don’t want to shake up the girls more than what they already are,” he responded shooting a sympathetic glance toward my sister, humbled uncomfortably in Jared’s huge arms. In them she appeared small and fragile.


I was practically gasping for breath once we reached the tiny, two story piss yellow cottage, all the way out in the middle of nowhere. It was wall to wall trees, surrounding the tiny house like a protective fortress. The tiny freshly painted house with a tiny flower garden planted in the front seemed out of place in such a unforgiving, gloomy, rainy region. I glanced, exhausted, toward Cassie, who was still blushing and uncomfortably seated in Jared’s thick arms. Lucky bitch. She got a free ride and here I had to walk for miles. I think my blisters had blisters. My feet stung inside of my flats. Next time when and if we go partying again, I’m wearing hiking boots.

“Hmm… Something smells delicious.” Quil sniffed, his big mouth agape slightly, drool starting to run down his chin. “Smells like…” He paused. “Emily’s making her famous beef stew. Yummy.”

In indignation I watched the three burley boys race for the front door. Dear god, how can they still have so much energy left after hiking through treks of trackless forest?! We must have been walking-well they were walking; I had to jog to keep up with their long graceful strides- for hours.

My poor feet. How they ached. It took all I had not to fell over in pain. I heard my sister cry out my name before she vanished into the house with Jared, leaving me standing out in the middle of the woods at night on the verge of collapsing from fatigue. I groaned and stumbled precariously toward the front door. My fingers wrapped around the cold doorknob and opened it, finding to my bewildered skeptical eyes that the tiny dining room could hold three towering beefy teenage testosterone filled boys, crowding around one single table, that suddenly seem too small for all of them to fit around.

A petite young woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties, late teens emerged from around the busy, shaking, laughing bodies of the boys. She might have been beautiful, even gorgeous, if it was wasn’t for the red snare of claw marks that covered half her rustic tan skinned face. The scars descended into her rich purple long sleeve shirt, coming out onto her small fragile right hand. They looked years old, but still fresh, leaving half her smile in a permanent scowl and one of her sparkling vivacious black eyes dead and a milky white, ghostly almost. Must have been some attack to leave her so utterly divided between horrid and beautiful. Besides the unsightly evidence of a tragic causality, she seemed psychological sound and clearly happy to welcome uninvited guests.

“You must be Brooke. I‘m Emily, Sam’s fiancée,” she greeted openly, her mouth in a half smile. “Come in. Come in. You look tired. Your sister said you were right behind them.”

I raised an wary eyebrow. Emily seemed sweet enough. It was rare to come across some one who was truly hospitable toward a complete stranger. “She did?”

“Hey Brooke!” I saw Cassie’s hand poke out from behind one of the hunched over boys’ back. She was hidden among the chortling, moving, punching werewolf teens. A ping of reluctance crept it’s way into my mind. I did not feel comfortable having my poor fragile sibling sitting with those big, dangerous bodies of muscle.

Cassie’s beaming head peered out, straining to see me over the playful house roughing fur balls. “Emily made blue berry muffins! You better get one before Quil hogs them all.” Well, it was good to see her cheerful in spirit again, despite the fact it was only moments ago when she and I were both wary of being escorted by such a huge pack of intimidating looking teenage boys.

“Hey!” I heard Quil’s slightly higher masculine voice exclaimed offended.

Laughter followed by the sound of some one being punched in the stomach, turning out to be Embry, thus inspiring a new array of shouts and playfully rough jabs being exchanged between pack members. Fear for my poor little sister being caught up in the middle of that roughhousing made my stomach churn with uneasiness. It didn’t bother Emily though. Guess she was used to having a house full of rambunctious overly muscular idiots. In fact, she snuck her hand right in the mist of them and yanked out the half empty plate of blueberry muffins right out from underneath their noses. A chorus of “Hey” and “Awe, com on” echoed around the table.

“Sorry boys, but you have to save some for your brothers when they get back,” Emily scolded them gently, like a mother would to a unruly child. A wave of “boos” went around the room. Wow and how old were they?

“Here you go, Brooke,” Emily said generously handing me one of the saved muffins. “Better have one now before Sam and Jacob and Paul gets back. They’ll all gone by then.”

“Hm. Thanks,” I murmured and took a bite, chewing slowly mulling over the fact something was nagging me at the back of my mind. It hit me like a ton of bricks. “Oh! Emily? Can I use your phone? I accidental fried my cell fending off an out of control werewolf.”

Conversation suddenly seemed directed toward my reference to the short tempered idiot, Paul. Laughter filled the air as each boy made a half witted comment on the subject.

“Out of control? That’s Paul alright!”
“Five out of seven days a week he’s going berserk!”
“Better work on that temper of his or else he’s not gonna have any clothes left!”
“He’ll have to run around naked till his ma can afford him new clothes!”
“He’ll be like walking down the road and a semi will drive by and he’ll be like waving to it and the driver will be like ‘What the fuck?!” and then “Ah!’ and vroom, go flying off a cliff!”
“Hahaha! Where the hell did you get that scenario, Quil? Pull it out of your ass?”
“Yeah, that sounds like something you would do.”
“Shut up!”

Emily smiled pleasantly. “Sure. Go right ahead,” she replied ignoring the peanut gallery. “It’s right in the kitchen next to the refrigerator.”

I nodded. “Thanks.” And rushed past the table full of chortling teenagers into the tiny tiled kitchen. It was quaint. Soft hues of butterscotches and blues decorated the rectangular room. I spied the phone hung up on the wall hidden in the shadow of the white refrigerator. It was an old fashion coil phone. I hadn’t seem one of those since I was a little girl. I picked the phone and dialed in my home phone. I pressed the blue receiver to my ear, listening to the dial tone, followed by the phone at home ringing. One ring. Two ring.

Oh god! Please let the stupid ghost have found and brought my dad home by now! I prayed, silently. On the fourth ring, Dad picked up.

“Hello?”

“Dad! Thank god! You made it back!” I cried relieved. “Did the spirit that Cassie sent find you alright? That guy wasn’t a pain in the butt, was he?”

“Brooke? Where the hell have you been, young lady?” Dad demanded into the phone causing me to cringe and hold it away from my poor tormented ear in dismay while he harped. “I’ve been trying to contact you and your sister for the last three hours and yes, James was useful. Thank God, he found me when I was completely lost. That darn GPS was no help at all. Modern technology isn’t as great as they say it is! I tried getting a hold of you two since I got home! Where are you? Why haven’t you tried to call me? You’ve worried your poor father to pieces! I thought something unspeakable happened to you two. Where are you and where’s the car I had to rent? Brooke Sparrow, you better have not totaled it already!”

I winced, scratching the side of my cheek, unsure how to answer the several question that were repetitively being hurtled at me over the phone. Dad was frantic! “Sheesh. Calm down, Dad. Cassie and I are in one piece. Well, I’m okay at least. Cassie sprain her ankle while we were running away from a raging werewolf.”

There was a long scary pause on the other line. “Brooke.” Dad’s calm deep voice came low and impatient, threatening that if I valued my freedoms as a rebellious adolescent I better elaborate what I meant and fast!

And so there I was explaining and clarifying everything that had happened at the party from our arrival, to the arrival of the pack of werewolves, to the part where I got into a piss-off contest with one of the pack members making his already short fuse inch him closer and closer to transforming him into a raging embodiment of destruction. Every minute I spent explaining, sealed my fate all the more with the end results being Dad lecturing my ear off over the phone, and promising reenacting my already earned punishment of six weeks with an addition of seven week mores of chores and extra hours of studying for all school promoted assignments. To top it all off, he demanded that Cassie and I come home right away. We were both in way over our heads. It shocked me that even Cassie was in deep shit too. I mean I was the one mostly responsible for the chaos that was reeked over the course of the night. Thankfully her final sentence wasn’t going to be as harsh and cruel as mine.

“Yes, sir. Uh-huh. Love you too, Dad. Bye,” I murmured into the phone before hanging up, my demeanor permanently dampened than what it already was for the night. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair frustrated. Cassie was seriously going to strangle my sorry ass neck for this. I just knew she was going to read me the riot act for being a complete and utter illogical idiot.

“Well, what did Dad say?” Cassie inquired, peering over Embry’s hunch form. He gagged when she pushed her weight on his back trying to get a better view of my gloomy deposition.

“So much for Dad not believing in grounding,” I grumbled, sullenly.

Cassie’s ice blue eyes widened, stunned. “Wow.” She mouthed, exaggerating the ‘ow’ part of wow. Her face became a blank canvas. “How long are you in for?”

I groaned, ready to pull out my own hair in exasperation, placing my hands over my eyes. “Fourteen weeks of forced labored and doing lawn work! I have to mow all that freaking grass!” I proclaimed in anguish. There went my perfect mark of being paler than a ghost through out the course of year, even during the hottest months! There was no way I was going to stay my wonderful pale complexion. I tanned so stinking easily! “Oh the horror.”

“Damn, you really did it this time, Brooke,” Cassie said with a whistle, impressed by my resilience in getting myself knee deep in trouble. “Dad must be angry. I hate to say this, but I told you so-”

“Oh shut it! You’re in trouble too, Cassie!” I snapped glowering at my sister dangerously. The atmosphere that seemed so care free before suddenly became tense as Cassie and I exchanged heated glares. Even the jovial laughing werewolves stopped their conversation to tune in attentively to our heated talk.

“What?!” Cassie practically screamed and tried to stagger out of her chair, nearly falling over in the process, to make eye contact with me on a level surface. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Is this some kind of cruel joke, Brooke Sparrow? I didn’t even do anything wrong. You were the one causing all the trouble! That’s so not fair!”

I frowned intently at my sister. “Well, sorry I can’t take the full force of our dad’s wrath, Cass,” I retorted rolling my eyes and placed my hands akimbo on my hips. “I guess he’s thinking we’re both probably responsible this time. You for not keeping an eye on me and me, for not keeping my temper in check. ” I caught the indignant glare coming from her. I glanced off to the side, hesitantly. “Or something gay like that.”

Just then, the front door swung open allowing Sam and company to enter into the tiny cottage. Now the small rectangular space felt really claustrophobic. Paul and the other muscle head werewolf were laughing, punching each other playfully as they waltzed in through the door. They immediately stopped upon sensing the sudden change in the atmosphere. Both them and Sam exchanged glances with each other and then with the rest of band of werewolves, their eyes scanning around the room until they fell upon Cassie and I. We both stiffened under the watchful eyes of the suddenly intimidating overly ripped guys. I noticed that one of the werewolves’, the one with the shaggy hair, eyes remained on Cassie longer than the others. A veil of uncomfortable silence settled.

Emily slowly walked over to Sam, who instantly wound his arm around her petite waist and subtly kissed her on the lips. “Did we come in at the wrong time?” he inquired softly, breaking the silence.

Emily simply shrugged. “The girls were getting into a slight argument over Brooke’s phone call to their father,” she murmured. Uh, yeah, like we couldn’t hear her?! It became obvious all focus was centered around us. A awkward situation to be in, especially when it’s a stranger’s house with people you hardly know.

I sucked in a deep breath and relaxed, sighing. “Well, whatever,” I said trying pretend if as our little sibling spat was never interrupted. “Dad wants us home ASAP.”

Cassie frowned and shifted all her weight to her good foot. “That’s kind of hard when our only form of transportation is all the way back at the beach, don’t you think?” she seethed through gritted teeth in both pain and annoyance.

I rolled my eyes. “You think I planned for this to happen, Cass?” I argued sharply, walking forward to grab my sister by the upper arm and guide her back to her seat at the table. “Now shut up and sit down before you make that sore ankle of yours worse.”

I suggest we stop biting each other’s heads off. It’s making us look like a bunch of old snickity pickity hags, I mentally advised. The werewolves are really giving us the look.

Cassie rolled her eyes, mentally. Gee, I wonder why. She visible wince when I shot her a psychic smack in the side of the head. Luckily, the werewolves probably only thought it was from her sprained ankle bothering her. She sighed, inwardly. Fine. Truce then?

I nodded absently. Truce then. I agreed and looked back around the crowded room, warily.

“At least stay for dinner,” Emily offered when tension finally exited the room, “before you go.”

“Thanks for the offer, Emily, but no, we seriously can’t,” I replied politely declining, stilling being halfway shaken from tonight’s little fiasco. “Our dad made it quite clear that if we didn’t get our sorry butts home soon, that we would be in deeper shit than what we already are.”

“Oh, but we insist,” Sam stated looming over the two of us, looking like a predator about to devour it’s pray. “There’s a few issues we need to clear up before we let you two go on your way.”

An ominous shadow fell over Cassie and I, sending shivers of pure fear down our spines. “Uh… Yessir!” we piped in unison too afraid decline further.

A chorus of whoops and cheers echoed around the room, signaling that the vote for us staying a little while longer was unanimous. We were out numbered, seven to two. Cassie and I glanced toward one another.

Brooke, is it just me or is the world conspiring against us? she wondered sighing in disbelief.

“Apparently so, my dear sister. Apparently so,” I muttered, slouching, shoving my hands deep into the pockets of my hoodie. “Um… Emily, can I use your phone again, so I can let our dad know that we’re going to be bit?”

“Of course. Go right ahead,” Emily encouraged beaming happily. “I have to reheat the stew anyway. Would you girls like to join me in the kitchen so you don’t have to be in a room full of roughhousing boys?”

“Hey! We’re not that bad!” Embry exclaimed in protest.

“Yeah, we haven’t managed to break anything in the least three weeks!” Quil declared proudly. Was that really something to be proud of?

“Way to go guys,” Sam said laughing. “By the looks on their faces, I think your idiocy inspires enough confidence for some one to trust a mischievous four year old.”

“Boo! You suck!” one of the boys cried, tossing a sneaker Sam’s way. Sam caught the flying sucker without flinching and tossed it back, smacking Embry in the face.

“Hey! Dude, what the hey?” Embry cried taking said shoe and chucking at the alpha male. Now the roughhousing really started. Shouts and cries of laughter shook the very foundation of the tiny cottage.

“Alright, to the kitchen with us,” I grumbled grabbing my sister by the arm, pulling her out of harms way. I wrapped her arm around my shoulder, toeing her to the kitchen.

“Here. Let me help,” a deep husky voice asked, suddenly lifting my sister from my grasp.

I whirled around. “What the hell?” Standing before me was the werewolf with the shaggy hair, carrying my fretting sister in his big beefy arms.

“Brooke, a little help here!” Cassie exclaimed struggling in his firm grasp. “Would you stop gawking and tell him I can walk by myself? My ankle isn’t that bad!”

I examined the look in the overly muscled boy’s dark eyes. The way he watched my sister. The reflection was intent and protective. Cassie squirmed, not liking the unwanted attention. I smirked. “Why don’t you set her down at the island… Um….?”

“Jacob,” was all the guy said. He was too fixated with Cassie, cradling her in his arms to look me directly in the eye. “You should stop squirming,” he advised her grinning like a dope. “That ankle of yours looks pretty bad.”

“Right. Jacob,” I said smirking all the more. Cassie shot me a look that promise a slow and torturous death once we got home and away from any witnesses. And here they say I’m the violent one in the family! Hah!

I let him go first into the kitchen and followed quickly, but not before feeling the probing eyes of an on-looker. I turned to see Paul pulling himself out of the ruckus. He looked around sheepishly, approaching me with caution. I guess he didn’t want another electrical shock to the system.

“Yeah and what do you want?” I inquired with a raised eyebrow as he stood before me, suddenly shy.

“Uh… Hey listen. About earlier.” His dark fierce eyes flickered around the space, mulling over just what exactly he wanted to say. It was kind of funny, seeing a mythical beast who was suppose to be vicious and feared by all, acting like an awkward teen. Well, he was kind of a teenager; a really huge teenager! “I was sort of out of control and I thought of my actions on the way back and I’m…” He choked out the last word, “sorry.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at his humiliation. “Let me guess, you usually aren’t force to say sorry, right?”

He narrowed his eyes at me in aggravation. “Look, are you going to take my apology or not?” he snapped impatiently.

I smirked. “Sure.” I held out my hand. “I was kind of being a bitch myself back there. Shall we call it even?”

A small smile spread across Paul’s rustic face. He reached out, taking my hand into his, squeezing it hard. We shook on it. “Yeah.” He laughed out loud. It was a deep vibrant laugh. “You know I’ve met never a girl that’s gutsier than you! You’re really something. Most people would back down facing a snarling giant wolf.”

I smirked acknowledging his firm grip and hearty laugh. “Yeah, well, I’m not like most people.”


“Here you go, Cassie,” Emily commented during our late night dinner, wrapping a cold wet towel around Cassie’s swollen ankle. “That should keep the swelling down.”

That sucker had turned a nice purplish red color. It was definitely going to bruise nice. We were out sitting in the small cozy kitchen away from the feeding frenzy going on out in the dining room.

Man, I had never seen such a sight! Those werewolves were vacuuming the food off their plates faster than you can say, “emo, emo, emo” seven times in a row. They were grabbing anything that was in close enough range to shove into their hungry mouths. I wouldn’t even dare to put a human limp in their way. They’d probably eat it without a second thought as to what it was! I’m even surprise they even tasted their food at all!! They finished off the three course meal in no time and then it was onto business.

Sam cleared his throat, gaining the attention of everyone in the tiny crammed dining room. His face remained serene and open when he spoke. “As we all know what was suppose to be a fun night out at the local seaside bonfire with the kids from Forks took a strange turn of events.” He paused pressing his lips together before going on. “Our cover was almost blown by two certain individuals, one of them,” He gave me a wise ass smirk, “pushed one of us to the brink of phasing, which he actually did finally after we got far away from the curious crowds of civilians.”

Chuckles originated within the room, the pack members huge muscular frames shaking with unseen laughter. Quil and Embry jabbed Paul in the sides, snickering. He, being the hot head he is, raised his fist silently threatening to beat their bloody faces in if they didn’t stop snorting.

They quickly ceased when Sam held up a hand, saying he wanted to continue. “Now I need you two to understand what kind of situation you’re in.” His bushy black eyebrows drew together, casting a shadow over his darks eyes, making him appears ages older than the rest of the pack members.

He narrowed his eyes on Cassie and me as we sat up against the far wall. I had took a seat near Paul and tweedle dee and tweeble dumb, whom occasionally tried to a arouse out of the quick tempered werewolf. Cassie on the other hand, sat on my left, being under the ever affectionate gaze of a certain shaggy fur ball (Jacob Black). He had chosen to stand against the wall, slowly inching his way into Cassie’s personal space, which forced her to scoot further each time, nervously, nearly ending up sitting in my lap. I eventually had to shove her back into her own seat, where Jacob sat happily waiting to gather her up into his arms like child would their favorite stuff animal. She squeaked and shot me one of her death rays saying, “Brooke, I am seriously going to kill you in your sleep when you least expect it.” I shrugged it off, turning my attention back to a patiently awaiting Sam.

“Hanging out with werewolves isn’t usually safe health wise, both physically and mentally. There’s risks to it. There are times like tonight,” He paused taking a deep slow breath, glancing briefly at Emily’s ruined face. A dull anguish hung in his shining dark brown eyes. “…where we lose control, especially when we’re experiencing extreme anger or excitement, and we phase into our wolf forms, but before I go any further… Brooke, I need to know exactly what you told your father when you called him.”

I sighed heavily, leaning back in my chair. I was, let’s just say, reluctant to answer bringing back memories of only moments ago when my father lectured my ear off over the phone. “I told him I pissed off a pack of werewolves at the beach party and that we were taken to the alpha male’s house where we were currently waiting for him to drag back the other two hotheaded fur balls, who were currently battling it out along the beach far out of any reach of innocent eyes.”

A deadly stillness had befallen the room, abruptly. All eyes in the room were narrowed immediately onto me. Apparently I said the wrong thing.

“You what?!” Paul shouted, practically right in my already aching ear. His arms started to shake and quiver, violently, working its way up into his shoulders and body. Startled, panicked whispers migrated around the room. “That’s just perfect. You broke the first rule without even thinking it over?! You stupid...”

I grimaced, pulling away. Wow and here I thought we were on good terms. I glowered at him, pissed off myself. “What the hell else was I suppose to tell him? That we were abducted by aliens?!”

“Our father’s not naive, Sam,” Cassie piped up, turning all focus on herself, while she sat awkwardly in Jacob’s lap. A light blush colored her pale cheeks. “He would have known something was the matter as soon as he had spoken to Brooke on the phone. He’s a powerful psychic. He would have known that we weren’t at the party and that we were staying with something preternatural. There’s no use lying to him. He would have known the minute he used his abilities, that you guys weren’t humans. In fact…”

Cassie’s voice trailed off as she lowered her head to the bare wooden floor, embarrassed. “In fact… the moment you guys arrived at the party, Cassie and I sensed something different about you guys,” I finished for her, regaining some control over my temper and calmly spoke trying to give them a clear picture. “We knew the moment we laid eyes on you, that you were something of legend and myth. Our sense are keen. We know the differences between a regular human ora and a werewolf ora. We witnessed your change from animal to human at the edge of the forest before you even emerged out of the trees. No werewolf or any other mythical creature for that matter can hide themselves from the eyes of a psychic.”

Another silence fell over the room; this time leaving everyone awestruck in its wake. The information we just revealed appeared to be a little overwhelming for the pack. I couldn’t really blame them. I mean, they probably thought psychics were the stuff of cheap sideshows at the fair where old creepy gypsies would try to tell your fortunes, and networks looking to boast their rating by hiring so-called contacts, who could allegedly talk to the dead, sending the people into ancient supposedly haunted buildings to thrill the audience at home. I guess meeting the real McCoy was a whole other experience.

“So that stunt up you pulled with your cell phone and the zapping electricity of going through our bodies… That was…” Jacob trailed off shaking his head unsure of to make of it.

“… It was insane,” Paul muttered in agreement to his pack brother’s sediment. He started to pace the room, frustrated. “I never experience anything like it.”

Sam shook his head. “Neither of us have. We thought that we knew everything that there was to know about the supernatural world thanks to ancestral legends passed down from generations to generations,” he admitted calmly. His gazed focused on us.

“How’d you do that?” Jared inquired gawking at me. “Cell phones don’t generate that kind of power! The type of power to even… electrocute one of us… Man, it’s impossible!”

“We’re used to dealing with our natural enemy,” Sam explained observing Cassie’s and my faces, searching for trances of any sign that we were following him. “Any one else outside of what we normally deal with, is out of our understanding. It would greatly help us if you explained what exactly you are.”

I sighed, heavily. “I’m a techno path.” A quick whisper broke, all werewolves leaning in slightly, listening intently. “I manipulate technology to serve to my will. I have the ability to sense a person’s electrical waves and I can amplify my own to be used as weapon or in tonight’s case… force a certain among of natural static shock into a cell, shaping it into a type of taizer to electrocute my enemies with. It comes in handy when dealing with the half-witted ass holes of the world. And Cass, here, is a medium. She can use her abilities to call forth spirits from beyond the grave and forced them to all kinds of shit.”

Cassie shot me the look for my vulgar language. She sighed and turned to Sam curious. “So what is your natural enemy anyway?” she inquired intrigued as hell, titling her head slightly. “What could put something as powerful as a werewolf on edge?”

I nearly slapped myself in the face for her stupidity. I mean, come on! It was in all the horror movies! A werewolf’s natural enemy! It was so freaking easy and Cassie calls herself a horror movie fanatic.

Jacob tightened his grip around her waist, making her stiffen even more, the pink blush blooming into a red tomato. All pack members exchanged wary glances, their expressions unsure. The tension coming from the werewolves smothered the room thickly, making it hard not to feel on edge.

Jared sighed. “Well, the wolf’s out of the bag now. I suppose we should tell them.” He looked for Sam’s approval.

Sam nodded, gravely. “It would only be fair. After all, those leeches have screwed up before and we let them off easy. The treaty doesn’t say anything about people finding out on their on, so no use trying to hide everything,” he replied leaning back in his chair at the head of the table.

Huh? What were they blabbering about? I raised an eyebrow, inquisitively, my sight scanning the room, watching the rest of the pack nod in agreement. It looked like Cassie and I were going to be plenty of late getting home. This discussion might take all night. Good thing we weren’t in any rush to face our father’s less than perfect fiery wrath.

All focus narrowed down onto Sam as he began explaining the situation existing between the wolf pack of La Push and the local vampire coven in Forks, turning out conveniently to be the Cullen clan. Big shocker there! Cassie and I had suspected that something was odd with the uncanny inhumanly beautiful family from the beginning. I smirked, thinking of all the little evil things could I do to dear Mr. I-Got-A-Stupid-Expensive-Shiny-Volvo-And-A-Crowbar-The-Size-Of-Manhattan-Up -My-Prissy-Ass. Oh the joys of knowing that now I had some dirty laundry on his sorry pompous egoistic ass. I think I even scared my sister as that wicked smirk of mine grew larger and larger. By the end, my mind was reeling with devious diabolical plans on how to torture the poor pathetic son of a bitch! And we all know who I’m talking about here.

The clock on the wall above the kitchen entrance read 2:00 in the morning by the time Sam quickly concluded the meeting. His dark eyes were narrowed on us, awaiting our reaction. If he excepted us to flip out and freak, I hated to disappoint him. Cassie sat silently brooding over the information, sorting through it, while I only grinned and made a dismissive gesture.

“Well, it’s good to know what we’re in for,” I replied, standing up and stretching. “Thanks for the little confession ceremony, gents. We’ll definitely get in touch with the lot of you once our time in purgatory is up.”

“Brooke, this is no time for fooling around,” Cassie reminded me, sending me a sharp glare. “This is serious business. They’re entrusting us with their whole tribe’s secret. That’s huge!”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my jacket. “I know. I know,” I said and turned to Sam. “Don’t worry, your pack’s secret is safe with us. Our family has lived with secrets for centuries. We even had to keep secrets from our own mother.”

My sister’s eyes widened, agony shining brightly in them as she looked to me. “Brooke,” she muttered, pulling out of Jacob’s lap finally. She brushed herself off, blushing like mad.

I shrugged into my jacket, sighing. “Mind if one of you fellas give us a lift back into town?” I asked changing the subject, nonchalantly. I pointed to the clock. “We’re already in deep shit as it is. I have a feeling Dad isn’t going to be too happy if we don’t show up soon.”

Jacob immediately jumped to his feet. “I’ll give you girls a lift home,” he volunteered eagerly, his piercing dark eyes shining in the dim lighting. His pearly white teeth stood out in contrast to his dark rustic skin when he flashed a smile our way. I had a distinct feeling that smile was mostly directed toward Cassie. “If you girls don’t mind waiting for a couple of extra minutes, I’ll be right back with the Rabbit.”

Cassie gawked at him, befuddled. “You drive a bunny rabbit?” she asked, titling her head acutely. “Like a poor furry defend less bunny rabbit?”

Jacob and I both rolled our eyes. I smacked my confused sibling in the back of the head. “No, you hyperactive dimwit. He means a car! You know like from the 1980s?”

Cassie rubbed the back of her sore head, shooting me a dirty look. “I knew that,” she murmured miffed.

I rolled my eyes. Riiiiigggghhhtt. And I play children’s card games with President George W. Bush in hell.

Jacob smiled and patted Cassie on the head. “Right. I’ll be right back in few with your chariot, mi` ladies,” he remarked impishly and hurried out the door, disappearing into the night. Cassie and I stared after him puzzled.

“Wow, took about ‘being eager to please,’” I quoted smirking and nudged my sister in the ribcage. “I think he has the hots for you, Cass.”

She groaned, pulling her arms over her head, hiding her face, sinking back into the chair. “Great. Another unwanted admirer,” she grumbled.

I snorted, unconvinced. “Sure. Like you didn’t enjoy sitting in his lap during the meeting.”

Cassie shot me a glare. “For your information, it was the most embarrassing experience in my life. The guy acts like a love sick puppy. He’s like Mike Newton, except even more stupidly obvious.”

I snickered and poked her in the arm, sitting down next to her. “Awe, you liked it and you know it. You were tomato red,” I teased.

“I did not!” Cassie protested loudly, puffing out her cheeks fuming. Before she could spit out another heated statement, knowing laughter from came from in front of us. We turned to see Embry and Quil quietly chortling at their own little inside joke.

“What are you bimbos laughing at?” I demanded and took noticed that even Paul was snickering.

Cassie made a face. “Yeah, what’s so hilarious?”

Embry and Quil exchanged glances, simpering away like there was no tomorrow.

“Should we tell them?” Quil required, that grin spreading wider across his pearly whites.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to risk Jake‘s wrath later when he comes back from dropping them off,” Embry chuckled nonchalantly. Was it really that much of a secret, that we couldn’t be let in on it? Was it bad enough where Jacob would send them on a one way rocket ship to hell if they spilled the beans?

“Just what are you guys getting at?” Cassie wanted to know wavering underneath their beaming faces.

“I’ll give you a hint,” Paul said beside us, sitting back down, now with a Pepsi can in his large hands. “It’s a part of being a werewolf.”

I raised an inquiring eyebrow. “And how is that suppose to help us? It’s not like one rinky dink clue is gonna solve the mystery,” I stated frowning.

“Unless that clue is really a important piece of the puzzle,” Paul countered.

“Now you’re really not making any sense,” I muttered. “What? Did your mother use your head as a basketball when you were little?”

He glared at me, maliciously. “Never. Insult. My. Mother,” he snarled, his hands visibly shaking.

Cassie sighed at my bad habit of trying to piss every one off. “Brooke.”

I blinked, pretending to be innocent. “What?”

“Tell me something,” Paul said shaking off his anger problems. He lightly tapped his long slender index finger against his chin. “How much do you know about werewolves after tonight?”

“Enough to say Hollywood really warped the werewolf legends,” I remarked off handedly. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”

“Ever heard of something called, imprinting?” he inquired mischievously.

“Huh? What? No.”

“What’s that?” Cassie asked, leaning over me, fascinated. Just then, we heard the faint sound of a car pulling up the long twisting driveway. Headlights beamed into the house and then moved away, the vehicle parking out front. We heard the side car door open and shut, and the sound of approaching footsteps.

Paul, Embry, and Quil all chuckled softly underneath their breaths. Wise guys smirks spreading across their rustic faces, leaving Cassie and I out in the cold.

“Never mind,” Embry said making a off-handed gesture. “Jake will have to explain this one. Bug him about it on your way back to Forks.”

As soon as Embry said that, the front door opened to reveal Jacob standing in the doorway, ecstatic. His beaming face glowing even in the night. He stepped into the house and let his over excited gaze land Cassie, warmly. He stepped aside and made a sweeping bow.

“Your chariot awaits you, ladies,” He jested simpering up a storm.

Cassie and I looked to one another and got up. Sam and Emily came back into the room. They both smiled warmly. Emily came up and gave Cassie and I each a hug. “You girls are welcomed back any time. Don’t be afraid to drop in next time in your La Push,” she declared warmly. God bless her soul. She was the nicest person either of us had ever met so far. She pulled us into another hug “It was nice meeting you two. Jacob take care of these two girls, ya hear?”

Jacob rolled his eyes, beaming. “Yes ma`am.”

Sam held out his hand for Cassie and I to shake. “It was nice meeting you guys. Maybe the next time we meet it won’ bet over you pissing off some one, eh Brooke?” he suggested laughing shaking my hand heartily.

I laughed too. “Don’t be surprise if it is though! I do have a reputation to proceed you know.”

Sam laughed and shook his head. Jared and every one else said their good-bye before we headed out the door. “Hey Brooke!” Paul called stopping me in my tracks. I turned to him in the doorframe as Jake helped Cassie limp over to the open passenger seat of a shiny black racing sports car.

I smirked. “Yeah? What? Ya overgrown puppy dog?” I demanded coyly.

Paul smirked back, equally cocky. “Make sure to give those bloodsuckers hell for me, will ya?” He asked as a favor.

I laughed, grinning. I ignored Cassie’s little, “Oh god, don’t encourage her,” remark underneath her breath. I liked this one. Paul might turn to be one of my favorites of the werewolf crew.

I hugged the big guy, laughing. “Oh you bet I will, Paul! I’m not a hellion for nothing,” I proclaimed, proudly.

A light blush colored Paul’s dark skin. He looked away, nervously. “Alright. Alright. Don’t get mushy on me now, just when I’m starting to respect you,” he murmured.

“How this then?” I wanted to know, punching him in the arm. “See ya around, flea bag. I’ll come back when my dad decides to let me off parole. Until then.”

I waved to the hot headed werewolf and headed for the car. It turned out I got back seat, which sucked because if I felt claustrophobic inside a dining room full of beefed up werewolves then I felt like a trap rat in a really, really tiny box, that didn’t even have room for air to breath.

“Jeez, buy a small enough car?!” I complained while we were driving down the dark meandering road making its way through the expansive North West Pacific Forest. “Man, I’m surprise even you can fit in it!”

Jake laughed at my remark. “Maybe that’s because I’m more flexible than a regular human,” he stated coyly and gave Cassie a quick wink.

“Hey! I saw that!” I snapped glaring at the back of his bushy hair. “Don’t make any suggestive talk with my sister, fur ball or else I’m chopping off your man gems.”

“Ouch! Sorry, I can’t control my male hormones, Miss Pmsy,” Jake remarked with a wise ass grin.

“Brooke, be nice,” Cassie scolded scowling at me from over her shoulder. “Stop threatening Jake that you’re going to rip off his balls.”

“Yeah, be nice, Brooke,” Jake echoed smirking.

“And you. Stop egging her on,” she added, giving him a equally irritated glare. “The more you mess with her the more she’s amp to call you out. That’s the number one mistake people make when they try to tick her off.”

This only made Jake smile even more. “Sure. Sure,” he said in a patronizing tone. A mischievous gleam reflected in his eyes. “So where do you girls live exactly? In town or just outside of Forks?”

Cassie hesitated. “Um… maybe it’s best if you just drop us off at the Newton’s Sports store,” she suggested. “I mean, Dad’s probably about ready to call for a search party by now. We don’t want to aggravate him any more than what he already is by having a boy dropping us off.”

I nodded in agreement. Didn’t want to provoke Dad’s rage and Jacob’s parents suing us for nearly murdering their son with a butter knife or a chair over the head.

“Yeah, just drop us off at Newton’s Outside and Sporting Goods. Our car is still there. We don’t want to answer any unnecessary of where the new rental car is. I’m already in enough trouble from the other one being totaled.” And then I added underneath my breath. “No thanks to a certain bronze haired Volvo owning bastard.”

Jacob glanced into the review. “Who?”

Cassie waved her hand in front of her, warily. “Trust me. You don’t want to know.”