Huntress (Carlisle Cullen)

Chapter Five

Werewolves are much more common animals than you might think.

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Over the next several days the bikes had begun to take shape, the parts on the thin blanket out. Jacob clowns for Bebe's and my amusement and pretends to skewer himself with a pipe. She laughs.

I've seen him constantly touch her, playful, affectionate. And it's effortless in contrast to Edward's intense restraint. I could see her spirits beginning to lift. Bebe, myself and Jacob exit, and we make our way across the yard to her truck. Bella seems lighter, happier than before.

"Quil keeps asking to come over. I think he likes you a little too much." Jacob laughs.

"Tell him I'm not into the cougar thing." Bebe states, but a smile is resting comfortably there.

"What is it with you and age? I mean, that Cullen guy was young, didn't seem to... bother you." Jacob says but he instantly regrets saying Edward's name as he sees it crush her spirits.

"Yeah by only a few months," I answer and nudge Bebe in the side and she lets a strained smile rest on her face. But I knew that she wouldn't ever be okay, not eve Jacob or I could chase away the nightmares.

Now night rolls in an I am getting ready to go out and figure out what is going on. I stop as I hear Bebe scream in her sleep. I cringe and I feel my heart constrict, the pain of leaving her alone. I shake my head and walk out the back door and into the woods. I scour every inch of the woods and find what I'm looking for. "Hello, hello, what do we have here," I whisper as I watch Sam Uley shift into a wolf. "Hm, wonder if their like Derek?" I question as I watch him, and two others run off into the woods. I grab my phone and ring my friend.

"Derek, speaking," he answers his voice gruff with annoyance.

"What's wrong sour puss?" I ask with a smirk.

"Little Mikaelson, what do I owe this pleasure?" He asks me, his voice sounding even happier now. I smirk as I jump from tree to tree following the wolves.

"Well, I have a question," I state. "See, as you know I live in Forks and is there anything you know about the shifters that live in La Push?" I ask as I stop and watch them talk to each other.

"Well, if I remember right, they aren't like the werewolves you know. They can shift whenever they want, nothing stops them, they don't have any thoughts on killing like most werewolves do and they also can't change you into a wolf with a bite or have venom like stuff that kills vampires," he states as I let the pack leave wanting to figure out more.

"Is that everything you know?" I ask. "I'm not disappointed or anything just gotta cover as much ground as I can." I muttered.

"Yeah that's all I got, sorry," he said with disappointment.