Jake is still gone, and the Pack is starting to crumble without him. Then, strangers appear, attempting to kill the Cullens in revenge. Surprisingly, the Quileutes step in. What is going on in Forks now? How many secrets can this town hold before it finally blows over? Bella is still set to become a vampire, the wedding draws closer than ever, and they still need to get everything sorted out before something happens... something terrible.
Written by addictedtotwilight and chadley. Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. We hope you enjoy it!
1. The Taste of Revenge
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Fire. Burning. Scalding hot. The air is so dry we can barely breathe. And still we run, searching for survivors among the fire. Our tribe must still live. A fire could not kill us all, surely.
One of us sees a pile of bodies ahead. We flinch away from the stink of death, running the other direction. There is no sound of heartbeats near any of us, we can tell through the collective Pack mind. Someone, somewhere, must still be alive. We refuse to admit defeat. We are of the Wampehton tribe. We can not be extinct. We can not be dead.
We continue to run throughout our ancestors lands, our fruitless search wearing on our fragile hopes. Sooner or later, we will have to admit defeat. Our small pack of six is the last of our tribe. We carry the legacy with us. We refuse to let it die with our loved ones.
There is the scent, sickeningly sweet. The vampires that destroyed a dynasty. One howls, and the rest of us run to him, beginning the hunt that will avenge our loved ones.
We will have our revenge. If it is the last thing we do, we will have it.
But the question hangs ominously in the unwavering air: Can just a pack of six survive in a world full of vampires?
"Sam, I've had just about enough of Jacob's idiocy! Seriously! Bella Swan is a selfish bitch, and I've had about as much as I can take! I can hear him every time I phase, hovering on the edge of my mind. It's ridiculous!" Leah exclaimed, changing her shape for the second time within an hour. She had gone from wolf to human in the space of fifteen minutes, actually, because she just couldn't take his pain anymore. It reminded her far too much of her own feelings for Sam -- unrequited love, the pain of rejection... it felt the same, no matter what Pack member felt it.
"Leah, what do you want me to do?" Sam asked tiredly. They've had this conversation before, and nothing has changed since the last time. "Order him to stop loving her? Pretend she doesn't exist, and that his heart hasn't been ripped out and stepped all over? It just isn't plausible, and I wouldn't do it even if I thought it would work."
"What are the rest of us supposed to do? I can't take it!" Her words bordered on hysterical. She tried to hide her own emotions from him more than anyone else, she couldn't let him know how much simply seeing his face hurt her. But if Jacob continued to dredge up this feelings long hidden, soon even that fragile barrier would fall. She couldn't allow that to happen, not to Sam or Emily. Or herself. It wasn't fair to anyone to have to relive those old memories, so neccessarily buried deep within herself.
"I agree with Leah. We have to do something, I just can't take this," Jared mumbled quietly as he phased back to his human form. A few murmurs of agreement echoed around the vicinity. Sam sighed deeply, he was just as clueless as to how to handle Jacob as everyone else was.
"There's nothing I can do!" he cried, exasperated. "Jake is his own person. We just have to hope that he realizes that his life isn't over because Bella wants a bloodsucker instead of him." Personally, he was still hoping for Jacob to imprint. He knew that the only way for Jacob to move onward would be if he met someone new and fell in love. If he didn't, Sam feared he would always be like this.
"And in the meantime? You just want us to pretend he's not killing himself out there? He's running himself to death out there, Sam. You know it as well as we do. He wants to die!" Quil sounded the most concerned. He and Jacob had always been the closest, and this was killing him. Being helpless as you watched your friend shrivel up into himself was a punishment worse than death.
"I say we go find him and drag him back here. He needs to learn not everything's gonna go his damn way," Paul grunted from the right.
"Oh yeah. 'Cause that'll help." Jared said sarcastically. "He'll just run off again, genius, and be just as depressed, and we'll be back where we started."
Paul growled softly in response as a tremor ran up his spine. Sam was ready to pull his hair out, and everybody knew it.
"Knock it off! All of you! All we can do is hope that Jake comes to his senses before we all go insane. Now go do something! Run patrol, go hang out with your family -- go screw yourself, I don't care. Just get out of here!" His words took the whole Pack by surprise; Sam never lost his temper, not since he had injured Emily. This situation was wearing on him more than anyone realized.
With an almost inaudible grumble of agreement, the pack started to scatter. Embry and Quil joined each other in a heated discussion over to the left as they started their walk home.
"No, man. Jake will get over it. We'll figure everything out." Embry assured his friend.
"How can you be sure?" Quil shot back, shaking his head. Embry shrugged helplessly, and they headed off towards the road.
Jared and Paul, even though they had been at each other's throats a second before, started to phase together before running to woods to take the duty of patrol. Sam watched as the younger members of the pack chattered among themselves, talking about a trip down to First Beach the next day.
Sam rubbed his temples, knowing he shouldn't let this get to him. But he couldn't help but feel out of control and weak. He needed Jacob in this pack, he was a solid rock in the family they had become. And his disappearance was taking a serious toll on all of them. Jake was his second in command, always willing to settle disputes among the Pack when Sam couldn't be diplomatic anymore. He made tough decisions when Sam was exhausted, and kept everyone from bothering him while he was with Emily. Being without him was Hell.
The only person who stayed behind, silent and morose, was Leah. Sam looked unwillingly up towards her as she sat down on the sodden ground. She opened her mouth, about to say something, but then snapped it back shut. She was virtually speechless, a thing that never happened to Leah Clearwater.
"Are you alright?" she asked tentatively. She clarified herself. "I know this is hard on you."
"I'm fine," he insisted roughly. "Just leave."
With a deep sigh, Leah picked herself up off the damp earth. If Sam wanted to be left alone, so be it. The last thing she wanted to do was seem supportive. She almost scoffed at herself, it was Emily's place to see if he was alright now-- she should have known better.
Sam watched with guarded eyes as she began to walk away, her feet pounding softly on the ground. He suddenly found himself wondering why life had to be so complicated, why everything that could go wrong always did.
He heaved himself off of the ground, pointing himself towards Emily's. He would go to her, the only person who could fix everything, even if it was just for a little while.
As he walked there, he felt like someone was watching him. He turned around, thinking he would find a pair of strange eyes lurking after him in the forest. But everytime he did, he found nothing. He laughed bitterly, maybe he was losing his mind after all. He wouldn't be surprised if he was. It seemed like the past month's events had put a strain on everything and everyone, including his mind.
We watch as they disperse, hiding quietly in the thick forest. They are like us, it is obvious. The tempers, the sense of family... and, as if that isn't enough proof, several of them had popped into the shape we ourselves wear. They are very large, much larger than we are. At least nine in number. And they spoke of another, elsewhere. Who were they to be so blessed?
A few of us complain, wondering why we are here in another's territory. But several others are curious. How do these others live? How do they act? Their presence has caught us all in a malicious spell, and we are depserate to find out if we are truly alone in this cold, harsh world. If we don't continue to hold onto the hope that kept hope in our hearts, we truly will perish of disappointment.
We pull back, feeling like spies as we do. We shouldn't be wasting time like this, every moment we wait, our prey gets farther and farther away. And if our prey gets away, what else is there in life to look for?
One of us calls for a break, to walk in human skin again, just for a while. Maybe this other Pack would be willing to help us... we all silence him, reminding him of our purpose here. Our leader relocates the trail, about a mile east of where we currently sit, and begins to follow it. He doesn't use the standard bay of the hunt as not to alert our fellow wolves to our presence. We can not be distracted from the task at hand. Not by anything. Not by anyone.
We run together, in a loose circle, flanked by our fellow Protectors. Our fur stands on end as a rush of pure adrenaline flows into our veins, supplying us with the strength we need. With our noses to the ground, we sniff out the stentch of our enemy, the stench of killers. We all have the same thought in a matter of seconds. Victory. We will do everything and anything to reach our goal. Nothing stands in our way. Not now, not ever.
A white mansion comes into sight, our destination. We follow the trail right up to the door and howl, knowing that this is the right place. But nothing moves inside, it seems to be deserted. Where is the enemy? We knock down the door and plow through, the Alpha in the lead.
We look around, and our first assumption is correct. There is no one, nothing, here. We retreat, but we will return. We will lurk in wait, and they will not escape.