2nd Personal Sun

Sam stared at the approaching wolf with a teenage girl on his back.

“What’s going on?” he asked, the same time Quil said “What the hell?”

Kiralee jumped off. She walked over to Sam and the rest of pack, who were phased. Sam stood with his arms folded and his cut-off shorts, which reminded her of Seth just a few minutes before when she was explaining her theory. Quil didn’t have the patience to stay in his mute wolf form, so he phased back as well, standing behind Sam.

“What’s going on?” Sam repeated.

“We have some information,” Kiralee said. She didn’t look at Sam—instead, she was scanning the animal faces in their semi-circle form behind the alpha for Jacob. She couldn’t find him.

“Is Jacob here?” she asked, still scanning.

“No,” Sam said. “He’s out with Ginger.”

Kiralee snapped her fingers in frustration. “Damn it, that’s right.”

“Kiralee, what is going on?” Sam said sternly. He cleared his throat, and she looked up at him.

“Okay,” she said. “This is about Ginger.”

“What about Ginger?”

“She’s not who she claims to be. It’s a façade. A show. A lie.”

In the corner of her eye, she noticed Leah perk up considerably, her wolf ear cocked.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“She’s not some college graduate off on her own while her parents are randomly in Europe,” Kiralee began. “I told you. She belongs to a cult.”

“A cult?” Sam scoffed, his expression incredulous. “Please, Kiralee, I don’t have time for this…”

“Listen to her, Sam,” a female voice hissed menacingly. Leah. “Listen to what she’s saying. I’ve noticed it, too. Just try telling me you guys haven’t,” she said, gesturing to the group. Kira barely saw that she had phased back, but she appreciated it tremendously. The others merely looked up at her, but Kiralee could see confirmation in their eyes.

She grinned slightly at Leah, who grinned slightly back. But she turned back to Sam.

“Sam, I noticed today when she came over my house that something was definitely strange,” she explained, making sure Sam was listening intently, just as Seth was. “Actually, I noticed something was up when she first ate over my house, as I told Seth. But anyway, as we all know, she and Jake are out tonight. Instead of going to the Blacks’ place, she came to my house. Why, you ask? Because she wants to get a full back-round check on me so that her cult leaders understand this girl’s point when they come to kill me.”

Gasps went all around, as well as a couple growls.

“Who’s the cult?” Quil asked, snorting. “I’m sure they’re nothing we can’t take down.”

Kiralee shook her head. “I wouldn’t be too sure, Quil.”

“Well, who is it?” Sam asked impatiently.

“The Volturi,” Kiralee whispered.

And for the next couple hours, the pack and Kiralee sat in a circle—all in human form—as she shared her ideas and the history of the Volturi. They discussed plots and possible extreme measures, some of which included actually going to Italy with Ginger hostage and just wiping out the family all together, no matter what cost. Kiralee shot that down the moment it was voiced.

“Absolutely not,” she said. “Not happening. Not a chance.”

“Why not?” Quil complained. “It’s actually not a bad idea.”

She shifted her seated position to look him straight in the eye, with her eyes narrowed.

“Because, Quil,” she said with her tone bordering a threat. “Where are you going to get the money for eleven plane tickets round-trip to Volterra? And where are you going to come up with the excuse for the townspeople if, oh, I don’t know…seven out of those eleven are killed? And how would you explain to Embry’s mom that all of a sudden, he and ten of his buds are going to take a random trip half-way across the world? She still doesn’t even have a clue as to the Quileute history and the pack.”

Quil ducked his head. Kiralee nodded in victory.

“Kiralee, there’s still the possibility…” Collin, the youngest of the pack and the same age of Kiralee, said.

“What, Collin?”

“Well,” he said, and looked somewhat uncomfortable. “You could still…y’know, join.”

“Join what?” she said, temporarily oblivious. The circle fidgeted.

It dawned on her the moment she saw the pained look in Seth’s eyes.

“Oh...” she said, nodding slowly. “You mean, like, join the pack.”

Collin nodded back to her.

“Well how do I do that?” she asked. Sam smirked.

“You don’t just do it, Kiralee,” he said. “It happens naturally. That’s if it even does.”

“Right,” she said. “I probably will though, right? I mean, Seth and Leah did.”

“Nobody knows,” Sam shrugged. “You will or you won’t.”

“But, even so, what would that do? Me joining the pack?” she asked, looking back at Collin.

“I was thinking that, if you did, you technically wouldn’t be mortal anymore…” he said. “Well, you will, but its okay that you know about werewolves and vampires because you’re apart of it.”

Kiralee nodded. “Yeah, good point.”

Everybody was silent. Kiralee became antsy. It seemed like forever.

“So what are we going to do?” Jared, a usually quiet member of the pack, asked, breaking the silence among them.

They all turned to look at Kiralee.

She straightened her posture, bit her lip, and entwined her fingers together.

“I don’t know,” she answered quietly.