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2nd Personal Sun

Summary:
Bella and Edward have decided to move away to Alaska. Jacob is still trying to cope from the pain of losing his true love, and is unintentionally tearing himself away from the pack. But, what if, Leah and Seth Clearwater had an optimistic little sister to begin with? Can she be the one to brighten Jacob's outlook and save a crumbling pack from falling forever? But, what if something happens to Jake that will effect her just as badly in the end? Can she make it through the scenario and still maintain her sense of trust? More importantly...can she make it out alive? new chapters added!


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14. Chapter 14

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Leah Clearwater pawed at the ground in boredom. All her, Quil, Embry and Jared were doing was waiting around in the forest for another meeting. Sam had to help Emily with something—he already informed them that he would be late—and everyone else either forgot about it or didn’t plan on showing up. Sam had told them that this meeting was optional, but for the original pack members—which had included her, Sam, Embry, Quil, Jake, Seth, Jared and Paul—there was no option. They had to be there.

Is Jake coming to this one? Embry thought, looking at all their faces questioningly.

Probably not, Quil shrugged at him. Sam said he didn’t think Jake got the message about it, so he probably has no clue. I sure as hell hope he doesn’t. We’d have to call it off—this is about Ginger, right?

Uh-huh.

So, like I said, hopefully he doesn’t. We still have to hide it from him.

Embry looked down. Everyone knew he didn’t like to hide stuff from his best friend, but he didn’t have a choice. This was a mandatory ordeal.

For an odd reason, Leah felt sympathetic.

He’ll know eventually, she said, looking sadly towards Embry. And when he finds out, he’s gonna be pissed, and we’ll finally be able to thrash this poser. And, if we’re lucky, we can thrash the whole squad of leeches who warped her into this robot if they decide to take a little visit.

Jared rolled his eyes at her. Oh, shut up, Leah. You know Jake’s gonna be more depressed than he is pissed—he’ll have another broken heart to deal with. That’s the only negative thing about this whole mess.

She growled at him. Thanks, Jared. Thank you for kindly reminding us all about how this will tragically affect one of our members, as if the poor guy hasn’t been through enough with that hopeless case of Bella. We all seriosusly needed that.

Jared glared.

They heard running footsteps in the distance. Quil cocked his ear.

Human, he said. He was already in alert mode—his voice sounded distant. Probably Kiralee.

Leah stood up and walked off into the ferns. She came back a moment later in human form, wearing a long-sleeve white shirt and black shorts. Her long black hair spilled across her shoulder—she’d let it grow out, she hated having a boy’s haircut.

“Kiralee?” she called out into the night air. She could almost see her breath.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” Kiralee called back, gasping for air. She ran into where the group was located only a couple seconds later. “Y’know, I need to get in better running shape,” she muttered to herself, bending down with her arms leaning on her knees, taking deep breaths. She stood up and sighed. “What are we here for? Another meeting?”

They all nodded.

“Did you think of anything to do?” Leah asked. Kiralee nodded, rolling her eyes. The boys’ wolf expressions lightened eagerly in hope.

“Yes, I know what we’re going to do.” She said.

“Well, what?”

“We’re going to confront them when they come. I know they will. I don’t think Ginger has plans to be going back to Italy anytime soon—so they’ll come to get her. Then, we meet them. We’re going to have to anyway—they’ll be getting too close to town. We tell them that they can take Ginger—but they can’t take us. We’re our own species and we don’t belong to them, nor are we under their rule. We aren’t vampires.”

Quil snorted. Kiralee could hear him saying, What, that’s it? She knew he hated anything that didn’t involve bloodshed.

“No, no,” Leah said, shaking her head. “That’s good. It’s a good point, and they can’t take that and twist it somehow into making it a bad thing in our case. It’s plain, simple, and to the point.”

“I know,” Kiralee agreed.

“But what if they attack?” Leah wondered suddenly.

“Then we attack back,” Kiralee shrugged and laughed once.

Quil phased back and put on a pair of cut-offs. “Whoa, whoa, whoa…” he said, putting up his hand. “What do you mean, ‘we’? You’re definitely not doing this with us.”

Kiralee’s eyebrows furrowed. “Of course I am.”

“You can’t defend yourself,” Leah added, sighing in realization, as if disappointed. “Quil’s right. You can’t do this.”

Kiralee looked down. I’ll find a way, she thought.

The talking stopped for a moment, before Kiralee spoke up again.

“But, wait,” she realized, and for a second she felt a mix of relief and victorious joy. “I have to do it with you guys.”

Quil sighed in frustration. “Kiralee, you can’t—”

“I have to, Quil,” she interjected. “Just think about it. Human or not, the Volturi are going to be looking for me anyway when they get here, because Ginger probably will tell them that I know about vampires and stuff. So I have to be there, with you, so they won’t be looking for me anywhere else and potentially place our families in harm.”

Leah cocked her head. “She’s right. As the protectors of our people, it’s our job to do that. Serve and protect. We can’t let that happen.”

“But it’s too dangerous!” Quil snapped. “As the protectors of our people, we can’t just stick Kiralee in the middle of this and have a first-come-first-served death sentence.”

“Quil, I’ve got to go. I’m willing to risk it.”

“Risk what, Kiralee?” he snapped again. “Your life?”

She glared. “Yes, Quil. If that’s what it takes.”

He rolled his eyes and huffed, throwing his hands in the air. “This is absolutely ridiculous. You would think, Leah, that as her sister, you would be discouraging this, not encouraging it?”

“It’s the only option we have!” Leah yelled. “As much as I love her as a sister, it’s what has to be done!”

“What’s going on?” a new voice sounded, coming from the east. Sam.

He strolled over in human form.

“Finally, you’re here,” Quil said. “These people”—he gestured to Kiralee and Leah—“want Kiralee to come with us when the Volturi make their way over. They want her to be there.”

Sam hesitated. “What does Kiralee want to do?” “I want to be there,” Kiralee said before Quil could. She silenced him with a look. “I have to be there, too. We can’t have the Volturi searching for me through the town. We’d be putting our families in danger. I’m going to be there, so they don’t have to look.”

Sam nodded. “It’s very dangerous, and I understand that, but what other option do we have?” he wondered to himself, and Leah nodded. “It’s what we need to do. Of course, we won’t do it unless Kiralee is positive about doing it.” He looked at Kiralee expectantly.

“I want to do it.” She said firmly.

“Okay,” Sam said, and turned to Quil, who was fuming. “Quil, I know that this doesn’t seem like the greatest way to go about this—”

“Do you want her to die, Sam?” he interrupted, trembling angrily.

Sam stood straight. “Of course not, Quil. What an idiotic thing to say. You need to stop. This is the way we’re going to do it, because Kiralee said she wanted to, and that’s that. Drop it.”

His voice had totally transformed into the voice no one could disobey.

The voice that only he had, the voice that no one else could use.

The voice of the Alpha.

Kiralee flinched, and so did everyone else that was there. Of course, Kiralee was flinching only because she’d never heard such a tone with so much meaning thickened into its core, and they were flinching because it was forced upon all of them. It wasn’t something they could ignore. She suddenly felt sorry for them—they’re free will was taken away without their consent when they joined. She would hate to have that feeling when Sam commanded an order, even though she knew he tried not to do it often, for he didn’t want to seem like a total dictator. In fact, some days she felt as if Sam didn’t like having to be the Alpha, but she wasn’t sure.

“What if we don’t have enough members to defend ourselves?” Jared asked aloud, but he question was clearly directed towards Sam.

“We don’t,” Sam said flatly. “I know that. I don’t know what we can do if they decide to attack. We’re just going to have to talk to them, like Kiralee said. Reason. But we will need help, and I don't know where we're going to get that.”

“You heard the plan?” Kiralee asked, surprised.

“Yes. I phased halfway over here to come quicker, and I understood it through Embry and Jared’s thoughts. I didn’t hear the rest of the argument, though, because I phased back to be able to talk.”

“Oh.”

“So, anyone have a clue as to what we can do to get help?”

No one answered. He sighed.

“We can always…” Leah said, but stopped. Sam looked up hopefully.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She answered quickly.

“Seriously, Leah. What were you going to say?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” She shook her head.

Kiralee looked at her sister’s face. She could see the look in her eyes, the range of emotions running from anger, to disappointment, to regret. She could see that her sister was thinking something that probably would never work, and something that shouldn’t be brought into this mess. It would probably make it harder for everyone, but it was a possibility. She caught on immediately.

“Of course,” she whispered, her words barely audible.

What?” Sam growled.

“We have to bring them. If anything, they know them better than we do.”

“Kiralee, tell me what you’re talking about,” Sam hissed.

“Promise you’ll understand? It’s really the only way.”

“Yes, yes,” he said, nodding fast. “Whatever. Just tell me!”

“We have to contact the Cullens,” she said. “They have to help us.”

Sam’s jaw clenched, and everyone except Leah and Kiralee hissed. Quil cussed loudly.

“Absolutely not,” Sam said sternly. “We will not do that to Jacob.”

“We have to.”

“We can’t!”

“Sam!”

He glared at Kiralee. “Do you understand what that would do to him?”

“Yes, I do. But he doesn’t even know about this right now. We have to do it. We have to risk it—he’ll heal after some time. We’ll help him.”

“He’ll run away again.”

“Not if I beg him not to.”

“You think your words will stop him?”

“Yes. He just has to listen.”

Sam fell silent.

“Sam, we have to.”

He clenched his jaw again. “You’re dealing with them. I’ll only handle the things I need to handle.”

“Of course. The only thing you’ll have to do it help me contact them.”

“Then fine. We’ll get them by Sunday.”

“It’s Friday.”

“I know that. You think we’re flying there?”

“Then what are you going to do?” she asked skeptically.

“We’re running.”

Kiralee smirked. “Oh. Of course. How could I be so naïve?”

Sam grinned back at her.