The next few days remain much the same, we were on edge that one vampire would mean another was near. So, we kept scouring the woods.

But in between that Paul took me out to a club. Somehow managing to sneak me in. It was fun but drinking wasn't my thing, so I really only 'sipped' my drink and laughed at Paul as he flirted with every girl around. It was a club in Port Angeles, one where Paul and I were 'exotic'. I didn't particularly like that, but it did mean a lot of girls were around me most of the night.

I don't remember exactly what happened, but I do recall going home with some girl, who was older than me, and the two of us fell into her bed. I was clearly nowhere near as experienced as her, but she seemed happy to teach me. The next morning was awkward but at least it wasn't awful.

Wednesday there was a council meeting, I was present as well as Sam and the usual members. We explained our findings, how we had tracked the vampire around the area for a few days and how Paul and I finally caught scent of him. We told them how he was with Bella, how she looked far more afraid of us than the vampire. Then Sam granted me the position of Beta, he said I proved myself worthy of it. My killing of the werewolf and the vampire made me the second. Plus I was a direct descendant of the previous second in command, Levi so it was a honor that I got to hold.

This all, of course was concerning but none more so than the belief that the man wasn't alone. Sam and I shared the sentiment, there had to be another one somewhere.

I could smell it and I had the best smell in the pack. Perhaps why I was the Beta.

Then of course was the issue with Jake. He was getting more and more troubled and angry. We hoped Billy could help with this. Bella wasn't helping it at all, calling every half hour until near midnight. Not that I blamed her, Jacob disappeared without a trace.

This was often the subject of mine and Paul's conversations, like a few days ago after we killed the vampire, I remember Paul asking if he thought Jake would let it go.

'I don't think he will. It's going to be the biggest issue" I replied. "for some reason he thinks it's more than just her trying to get over Edward'

Paul snorted 'as if there's anything great about Cullen'

'Either way Bella's using Jake. She wanted those bikes built and he was the only one who could do it. She may act fine now, but I promise you the moment they come back, or Bella thinks they will she'll chose them every time. She won't pick Jake. Plus, if he imprints on someone, getting involved with Bella would hurt her in the long run'

'he's convinced he can still have her'

'he didn't imprint. He looked he right in the eyes the other day and nothing. He needs to give up' I replied.

Paul snorted again 'right.'

Jacob was not enthused to hear what we were saying, and he and I got into a fight about it. More so Jake attacking me, and me putting him on the ground. He might have equal strength to me, but I was able to move faster and more agile because I wasn't as bulky.

However, where I outweigh them in abilities, I also outweigh them in weaknesses. For instance, I smelled better, obviously good enough for a vampire to try and turn me into his mate. The venom, while having no effect on them could kill me, at the very least it would slow my healing which could cause more problems.

Friday was worse. Hikers missing and blood.

The authorities thought we were responsible so now we had to watch out for more hunters, ones who were looking for us explicitly and find the beast responsible for the death of a hiker. The scent associated with this beast was similar to the one from a few days ago, so we found his friend.

But we couldn't catch her - yet.

We returned to the Blacks late Friday evening after searching high and low to see another complication. Namely a beat-up orange pickup truck.

Bella.

She had been causing pain for us all. She is tormenting not only herself but Jake too. This was the one thing I worried about with her getting involved with Jake, it would only hurt her. She attaches herself to people easily, or to the boys easily...

Jacob is not good for her. Bella needs a friend, not someone trying to get with her. The only way for Bella to get it would be if Jake tells her to leave, to leave him alone. He has to hurt her to save her, the supernatural world is dangerous, too dangerous for a human.

And there was no time like the present. Sam sent Jacob ahead to see what she wanted. Secretly we all knew, and we all knew that Jacob wanted to be more than friends, he wanted to imprint on her, he wanted to be with her.

"What are you doing here, Bella." Jacob growled.

"Jacob?" she whispered. It should have been a whisper but with all of our increased hearing we could easily hear what they had to say.

"What do you want?" Jacob demanded, his expression growing more resentful as the seconds went by. The rest of us looked on at the scene watching carefully. The others, minus Sam, had the same expression, Anger and hostility.

They took the secret of our tribe so seriously, which was a good thing.

"I want to talk to you," she said in a weak voice.

"Go ahead," he hissed through his teeth. His glare was vicious. I'd never seen him look at anyone like that, except for when he was trying to stop from phasing.

"Alone!" Bella hissed.

He looked behind him, and sought out Sam's approval. Each of us looked back at him to see his answer. We knew it already though.

Sam nodded once; his face unperturbed. He told Jacob to hurry then gestured for us to go into Billy's house. We all followed behind Sam into the small home. The Black's house was old, it has been in the family for years. Despite that it was in great condition.

There was of course some updates that had to be done and some that still needed it, but for the most part it was a beautiful one-story home. Small for the large family that it used to house, but for Jacob and Billy it was perfect.

We entered the house and sat around the living room that looked tiny with five nearly six-foot, hulking masses. I found myself near the outer wall, perched on the back of the couch, listening.

Bella took a deep breath. "You know what I want to know." There was a moment of silence, when neither of them said anything before Bella spoke again. "Can we walk?"

Again, there was silence, then the sound of the truck door opening, then footsteps leading away towards the forestry that was behind the home. I could hear the steps increasing until they stopped rapidly.

"Let's get this over with," Jacob said in a hard, husky voice. "It's not what you think." His voice was abruptly weary. "It's not what I thought - I was way off."

"So, what is it, then?"

We waited in tense silence to see what he was going to say. "I can't tell you," he finally said.

"I thought we were friends."

"We were." There was a slight emphasis on the past tense.

"But you don't need friends anymore," she said sourly. "You have Sam. Isn't that nice - you've always looked up to him so much."

"I didn't understand him before."

"And now you've seen the light. Hallelujah."

"It wasn't like I thought it was. This isn't Sam's fault. He's helping me as much as he can." His voice turned brittle.

"He's helping you," she repeated dubiously. "Naturally."

We tensed when we heard him taking deep, deliberate breaths, trying to calm himself. Sam was standing, alert looking out the window.

"Jacob, please," Bella whispered "Won't you tell me what happened? Maybe I can help."

"No one can help me now." The words were a low moan, his voice broke.

"What did he do to you?" she demanded. Their voices were getting quieter now, so I had to strain to hear.

"Don't touch me," he whispered.

"Is Sam-" I couldn't hear the rest of the sentence but it was clear she blamed him.

"Stop blaming Sam." The words came out fast and loud.

"Then who should I blame?" she retorted.

"You don't want to hear that."

"The hell I don't!" she snapped. "I want to know, and I want to know now."

"You're wrong," he snapped back. I gripped the edge of the couch I was sitting on, trying to ground myself from leaving the house. They were getting into dangerous territory.

"Don't you dare tell me I'm wrong - I'm not the one who got brainwashed! Tell me now whose fault this is if it's not your precious Sam!"

"You asked for it," he growled "If you want to blame someone, why don't you point your finger at those filthy, reeking bloodsuckers that you love so much?"

I could hear the rumbles from everyone around me, I let out an exacerbated sigh shaking my head. She knew about the vampires already, but he could have left it be.

"I told you that you didn't want to hear it," he said.

"I don't understand who you mean," Bella whispered, the pain of the reminder was evident.

"I think you understand exactly who I mean. You're not going to make me say it, are you? I don't like hurting you."

"I don't understand who you mean," she repeated mechanically, evidence of her shut down were present, she was going to break down.

"The Cullens," he said slowly, drawing out the word.