oved. 

Jasper wheeled and launched himself at her again, only to land in a crouch behind her like the 
first time; all the while Alice stood smiling with her eyes closed. 

I watched Alice more carefully now. 

Shewas moving - I'd just been missing it, distracted by Jasper's attacks. She took a small step 
forward at the exact second that Jasper's body flew through the spot where she'd just been 
standing. She took another step, while Jasper's grasping hands whistled past where her waist 
had been. 

Jasper closed in, and Alice began to move faster. She was dancing - spiraling and twisting 
and curling in on herself. Jasper was her partner, lunging, reaching through her graceful 
patterns, never touching her, like every movement was choreographed. Finally, Alice 
laughed. 

Out of nowhere she was perched on Jasper's back, her lips at his neck. 

"Gotcha," she said, and kissed his throat. 

Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. "You truly are one frightening little monster." 

The wolves muttered again. This time the sound was wary. 

"It's good for them to learn some respect," Edward murmured, amused. Then he spoke 
louder. "My turn." 

He squeezed my hand before he let it go. 

Alice came to take his place beside me. "Cool, huh?" she asked me smugly. 

"Very," I agreed, not looking away from Edward as he glided noiselessly toward Jasper, his 
movements lithe and watchful as a jungle cat. 

"I've got my eye on you, Bella," she whispered suddenly, her voice pitched so low that I 
could barely hear, though her lips were at my ear. 

My gaze flickered to her face and then back to Edward. He was intent on Jasper, both of 
them feinting as he closed the distance. 

Alice's expression was full of reproach. 

"I'll warn him if your plans get any more defined," she threatened in the same low murmur. 
"It doesn't help anything for you to put yourself in danger. Do you think either of them would 
give up if you died? They'd still fight, we all would. You can't change anything, so just be 

 

good, okay?" 

I grimaced, trying to ignore her. 

"I'm watching," she repeated. 

Edward had closed on Jasper now, and this fight was more even than either of the others. 
Jasper had the century of experience to guide him, and he tried to go on instinct alone as 
much as he could, but his thoughts always gave him away a fraction of a second before he 
acted. Edward was slightly faster, but the moves Jasper used were unfamiliar to him. They 
came at each other again and again, neither one able to gain the advantage, instinctive snarls 
erupting constantly. It was hard to watch, but harder to look away. They moved too fast for 
me to really understand what they were doing. Now and then the sharp eyes of the wolves 
would catch my attention. I had a feeling the wolves were getting more out of this than I was 
- maybe more than they should. 

Eventually, Carlisle cleared his throat. 

Jasper laughed, and took a step back. Edward straightened up and grinned at him. 

"Back to work," Jasper consented. "We'll call it a draw." 

Everyone took turns, Carlisle, then Rosalie, Esme, and Emmett again. I squinted through my 
lashes, cringing as Jasper attacked Esme. That one was the hardest to watch. Then he slowed 
down, still not quite enough for me to understand his motions, and gave more instruction. 

"You see what I'm doing here?" he would ask. "Yes, just like that," he encouraged. 
"Concentrate on the sides. Don't forget where their target will be. Keep moving." 

Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn't see. 

It got more difficult to follow as my eyes got heavier. I hadn't been sleeping well lately, 
anyway, and it was approaching a solid twenty-four hours since the last time I'd slept. I 
leaned against Edward's side, and let my eyelids droop. 

"We're about finished," he whispered. 

Jasper confirmed that, turning toward the wolves for the first time, his expression 
uncomfortable again. "We'll be doing this tomorrow. Please feel welcome to observe again." 

"Yes," Edward answered in Sam's cool voice. "We'll be here." 

Then Edward sighed, patted my arm, and stepped away from me. He turned to his family. 

"The pack thinks it would be helpful to be familiar with each of our scents - so they don't 
make mistakes later. If we could hold very still, it will make it easier for them." 

"Certainly," Carlisle said to Sam. "Whatever you need." 

 

There was a gloomy, throaty grumble from the wolf pack as they all rose to their feet. 

My eyes were wide again, exhaustion forgotten. 

The deep black of the night was just beginning to fade - the sun brightening the clouds, 
though it hadn't cleared the horizon yet, far away on the other side of the mountains. As they 
approached, it was suddenly possible to make out shapes . . . colors. 

Sam was in the lead, of course. 

Unbelievably huge, black as midnight, a monster straight out 
of my nightmares - literally; after the first time I'd seen Sam and the others in the meadow, 
they'd starred in my bad dreams more than once. 

Now that I could see them all, match the vastness with each pair of eyes, it looked like more 
than ten. The pack was overwhelming. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Edward was watching me, carefully evaluating my 
reaction. 

Sam approached Carlisle where he stood in the front, the huge pack right on his tail. Jasper 
stiffened, but Emmett, on the other side of Carlisle, was grinning and relaxed. 

Sam sniffed at Carlisle, seeming to wince slightly as he did. Then he moved on to Jasper. 

My eyes ran down the wary brace of wolves. I was sure I could pick out a few of the new 
additions. There was a light gray wolf that was much smaller than the others, the hackles on 
the back of his neck raised in distaste. There was another, the color of desert sand, who 
seemed gangly and uncoordinated beside the rest. A low whine broke through the sandy 
wolf's control when Sam's advance left him isolated between Carlisle and Jasper. 

I stopped at the wolf just behind Sam. His fur was reddish-brown and longer than the others, 
shaggy in comparison. He was almost as tall as Sam, the second largest in the group. His 
stance was casual, somehow exuding nonchalance over what the rest obviously considered 
an ordeal. 

The enormous russet-colored wolf seemed to feel my gaze, and he looked up at me with 
familiar black eyes. 

I stared back at him, trying to believe what I already knew. I could feel the wonder and 
fascination on my face. 

The wolf's muzzle fell open, pulling back over his teeth. It would have been a frightening 
expression, except that his tongue lolled out the side in a wolfy grin. 

I giggled. 

Jacob's grin widened over his sharp teeth. He left his place in line, ignoring the eyes of his 
pack as they followed him. He trotted past Edward and Alice to stand not two feet away 

 

from me. He stopped there, his gaze flickering briefly toward Edward. 

Edward stood motionless, a statue, his eyes still assessing my reaction. 

Jacob crouched down on his front legs and dropped his head so that his face was no higher 
than mine, staring at me, measuring my response just as much as Edward was. 

"Jacob?" I breathed. 

The answering rumble deep in his chest sounded like a chuckle. 

I reached my hand out, my fingers trembling slightly, and touched the red-brown fur on the 
side of his face. 

The black eyes closed, and Jacob leaned his huge head into my hand. A thrumming hum 
resonated in this throat. 

The fur was both soft and rough, and warm against my skin. I ran my fingers through it 
curiously, learning the texture, stroking his neck where the color deepened. I hadn't realized 
how close I'd gotten; without warning, Jacob suddenly licked my face from chin to hairline. 

"Ew! Gross, Jake!" I complained, jumping back and smacking at him, just as I would have if 
he were human. He dodged out of the way, and the coughing bark that came through his 
teeth was obviously laughter. 

I wiped my face on the sleeve of my shirt, unable to keep from laughing with him. 

It was at that point that I realized that everyone was watching us, the Cullens and the 
werewolves - the Cullens with perplexed and somewhat disgusted expressions. It was hard 
to read the wolves' faces. I thought Sam looked unhappy. 

And then there was Edward, on edge and clearly disappointed. I realized he'd been hoping 
for a different reaction from me. Like screaming and running away in terror. 

Jacob made the laughing sound again. 

The other wolves were backing away now, not taking their eyes off the Cullens as they 
departed. Jacob stood by my side, watching them go. Soon, they disappeared into the murky 
forest. Only two hesitated by the trees, watching Jacob, their postures radiating anxiety. 

Edward sighed, and - ignoring Jacob - came to stand on my other side, taking my hand. 

"Ready to go?" he asked me. 

Before I could answer, he was staring over me at Jacob. 

"I've not quite figured out all the details yet," he said, answering a question in Jacob's 
thoughts. 

 

The Jacob-wolf grumbled sullenly. 

"It's more complicated than that," Edward said. "Don't concern yourself; I'll make sure it's 
safe." 

"What are you talking about?" I demanded. 

"Just discussing strategy," Edward said. 

Jacob's head swiveled back and forth, looking at our faces. Then, suddenly, he bolted for the 
forest. As he darted away, I noticed for the first time a square of folded black fabric secured 
to his back leg. 

"Wait," I called, one hand stretching out automatically to reach after him. But he disappeared 
into the trees in seconds, the other two wolves following. 

"Why did he leave?" I asked, hurt. 

"He's coming back," Edward said. He sighed. "He want