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Image Hosted by ImageShack.us Hunter is cocky, cynical, and careless. His two weaknessess are lack of trust and writing. When his mother encourages him to do something other than writing, he drives to a nearby state park for some peace and quiet. However, when darkness closes in around him, Hunter finds himself lost. Frustrated and tired, he decides to look for it in the morning when the sun is up. In the dead of night, Hunter wakes up to unfamiliar voices. One is a beautiful voice of a woman and the other is the voice of a hateful man who wants nothing to do with Hunter. The man and woman turn him into something he thought never was possible. Hunter is then forced to endure a new life, a new set of values, a new family, and a new diet. He then comes in contact with the werewolves of La Push and meets Jacob. After he eventually comes to terms with himself, a massive responsibility is forced on his shoulders that changes him…hopefully, for the better. Most characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. IRIS!!! Beautiful banner, I owe you a high five and maybe a surprise... ;)

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14. The Arrival

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After the entire pack had somehow crammed their hot-blooded bodies into the house, Jasper commenced the explanation of the new training. Most of the younger werewolves whined that they had already had experience with the newborn vampires but were silenced by Jasper’s wicked glare. After the explanation was done, Jasper led his own coven along with the sixteen werewolves present to the clearing where baseball was usually played on sunless days.

The instructions lasted for hours, well into the night. Specifics were hard to grasp at first, but Hunter finally found himself understanding the basic rules.

Be aware of specific scents, watch your back as well as those around you, fight in pairs or in groups of three, move quickly to overwhelm them, start ripping the limbs then move on to the head, always always burn the pile of body parts to stubble…

…and the instructions went on and on and on…

“It’s time that we got Seth home,” Sam finally said after Paul informed everyone of the time.

“It’s not like I’m twelve, Sam,” Seth growled.

“Maybe not, but you’ll need to keep your energy up more than anyone else.”

Muttering some protest, Seth walked with the rest of the pack towards the cover of the woods where they stripped and shifted into their wolf forms. Jacob, however, was the only one out of the pack who stayed behind. He approached Hunter with a forced smile.

“How’re you taking this?” he asked in a relatively friendly tone.

Hunter blinked twice and gave Jacob the are-you-freakin-kidding-me face that made Jacob very uncomfortable. Hunter was very infamous for this signature face. “I suppose I’m fine.”

Jacob cleared his throat. “I want to help guard Vivien when this all happens, Hunter.”

Hunter paused and weighed the pros and cons. When he came to the conclusion that Jacob would help Vivien remain calm as well as be a huge asset as a partner, Hunter said, “Thank you. I think she’ll be thrilled to find that we’re getting along, somewhat.”

Jacob relaxed. “Yeah.”

After a long pause, Hunter asked, “Hey, Jacob? Will you answer me honestly?”

Jacob crossed his arms across his bare, tanned chest. “Depends on the question.”

“Have you told Vivien that you’re a werewolf?”

“No, not yet.”

“You have until the day after tomorrow to tell her. What will she think when you’re protecting her from crazed vampires and suddenly turn into a beast?”

Jacob considered Hunter’s words carefully. “Sure.”

“And you need to explain the situation to her.”

“Why can’t you?” Jacob grumbled.

“Because you have some sort of experience with killing vampires, for lack of a better term. However, I haven’t so I need all of the practice I can get.”

“Good enough. I’ll call her first thing in the morning.”

Before Jacob turned around to leave, Hunter stopped him. “Let her know that I love her, alright? And I’m doing this to keep her safe.”

“I think that’s something you should tell her yourself.”


Hunter answered Vivien’s hesitant question when they were bathed in the shadow of the trees. Surrounded by the echoes of the breeze, the Cullens, and the pack, Vivien had felt safe yet compelled to ask when the other vampires would arrive. Vivien held Jacob’s hand as she waited next to Hunter. She wasn’t sure if she should believe whether or not these other vampires would want to kill her. It was beyond her understanding, but so was the fact that her brother was a vampire and her boyfriend was a werewolf. Her brother’s new family was kind to her and very welcoming…and protective.

Vivien noticed Hunter’s nostrils flare and he gave a hand signal that made the entire group of twenty-four, eight vampires and sixteen werewolves, tense up with anxious anticipation. It didn’t take long for the five vampires to come into view.

The lead male and the lead female were linking arms. They seemed identical, with flowing black hair and red eyes. The woman’s black hair had grown down to the small of her back. What must have been unhealthy, ridiculously long hair in life was now perfectly wavy in every aspect. Edward informed everyone via his thoughts that the male was named Theodore and the female was named Alicia. They were both very surprised at the presence of werewolves.

The other couple was not nearly as identical. The male had windswept blonde hair and a thin, fragile frame that seemed endearing. The female holding onto his shoulder was well shaped and reminded Vivien of Rosalie, except with brown hair and a perpetual mournful look on her face. She was also much smaller than Rosalie and couldn’t have been a full grown woman when she was changed. However, no one was looking at either of the couples. As astounding as they were to Vivien, she could see why everyone’s eyes were focused on the last male.

He was only seven years old.

Red irises glared from out of his cherub face, partially hidden by straight brown hair. He looked around at the group calmly, oblivious to the reason behind the staring faces.

Theodore, with the shaggy black hair, stepped forward and cleared his throat.

“It seems,” he said calmly, “that you’ve been expecting us.”

Carlisle, in turn, stepped forward. “And you thought you would take us by surprise.”

Theodore smiled. “Yes, but you’ve ruined that part. Out of curiosity, where are your boundaries?”

“Well, our territory extends from the coast of-”

Sam took two steps forward. “We just want you to get the hell out of the state, leech.”

Theodore seemed shocked that Sam would be so bold. “And you are?”

“That's none of your concern,” Paul snarled, taking his place next to Sam.

Theodore blinked twice then turned to Carlisle. “I am Theodore. This,” he said, gesturing to the female beside him, “is Alicia. The blonde male is Curtis and his female is Luna. She was, actually, only fifteen when she was changed,” he added with a hint of amusement. “The young one, there,” Theodore said, pointing to the eerily angelic face of the seven year old, “is Trevor. He was almost eight. But, he didn’t make it.” When Theodore turned to face Carlisle, he saw the look of disdain.

Quickly shaking himself out of his distaste, Carlisle said, “I am Carlisle. This is Esme, Edward, Bella, Japer, Alice, Emmett, and Rosalie.” He motioned to each individually at their name. “That is Hunter, over there,” he concluded and watched Theodore’s eyes grow hungry for lost hurt and revenge.

Theodore straightened up. “Now that formalities are over, and it’s none of my damned business who the werewolves are, let’s get to the point.”

His coven behind him seemed to lean closer.

“And that would be…?” Carlisle asked.

Theodore’s finger lifted up and pointed to Hunter in one liquid motion. “If you give us him and what is most valued to him, we will not harm anyone in your territory.”

Carlisle was surprised at his bluntness. “That’s not an option.”

Theodore was about to respond when Trevor sidled up to his leg and yanked on his pant-leg. Theodore looked down patiently. “Yes, favorite tracker?”

Hunter felt his jaw hang open slightly. This little thing is the one that hunted me down?

Trevor cleared his throat. “She smells lovely, don’t you think?”

Theodore chuckled and patted Trevor’s head. “Not now, young one.”

Carlisle interrupted. “You don’t need to use humans. There are options, I promise, and they’re better than what you’re doing.”

The angelic face turned sour. “The ones in Alaska told us the same. But what they don’t know, and what you don’t know, is that I enjoy this.” A sick smile twisted his features and Jacob shuddered, pulling Vivien closer.

“If you won’t give him up freely, then we will have to take him and whatever is his most valued.”

Hunter stood protectively in front of Vivien and shot Theodore a daring look. “You can’t have her.”

Jacob added, “Over my dead body.”

Theodore grinned. “I’ll hold you to your word, filth.”

As the opposite coven turned and fled from the clearing to plot, Luna paused. She gave Hunter a brief, sorrowful look and sprinted beyond his eyes.