at the end of the school year； sort of a celebration； but this year I decided I’d rather shop than hike； and not
one of them will stay behind with me。 I’m abandoned。”
Her face puckered； the expression so devastated that Charlie leaned toward her automatically； one hand
reaching out； looking for some way to help。 I glared at her suspiciously。 What was she doing？
“Alice； honey； why don’t you e stay with us；” Charlie offered。 “I hate to think of you all alone in that
big house。”
She sighed。 Something squashed my foot under the table。
“Ow！” I protested。
Charlie turned to me。 “What？”
Alice shot me a frustrated look。 I could tell she thought that I was very slow tonight。
“Stubbed my toe；” I muttered。
“Oh。” He looked back at Alice。 “So； how ’bout it？”
She stepped on my foot again； not quite so hard this time。
“Er； Dad； you know； we don’t really have the best acmodations here。 I bet Alice doesn’t want to
sleep on my floor。 。 。 。”
Charlie pursed his lips。 Alice pulled out the devastated expression again。
“Maybe Bella should stay up there with you；” he suggested。 “Just until your folks get back。”
“Oh； would you； Bella？” Alice smiled at me radiantly。 “You don’t mind shopping with me； right？”
“Sure；” I agreed。 “Shopping。 Okay。”
“When are they leaving？” Charlie asked。
Alice made another face。 “Tomorrow。”
“When do you want me？” I asked。
“After dinner； I guess；” she said； and then put one finger to her chin； thoughtful。 “You don’t have anything
going on Saturday； do you？ I want to get out of town to shop； and it will be an allday thing。”
“Not Seattle；” Charlie interjected； his eyebrows pulling together。
“Of course not；” Alice agreed at once； though we both knew Seattle would be plenty safe on Saturday。 “I
was thinking Olympia； maybe。 。 。 。”
“You’ll like that； Bella。” Charlie was cheerful with relief。 “Go get your fill of the city。”
“Yeah； Dad。 It’ll be great。”
With one easy conversation； Alice had cleared my schedule for the battle。
Edward returned not much later。 He accepted Charlie’s wishes for a nice trip without surprise。 He claimed
they were leaving early in the morning； and said goodnight before the usual time。 Alice left with him。
I excused myself soon after they left。
“You can’t be tired；” Charlie protested。
“A little；” I lied。
“No wonder you like to skip the parties；” he muttered。 “It takes you so long to recover。”
Upstairs； Edward was lying across my bed。
“What time are we meeting with the wolves？” I murmured as I went to join him。
“In an hour。”
“That’s good。 Jake and his friends need to get some sleep。”
“They don’t need as much as you do；” he pointed out。
I moved to another topic； assuming he was about to try to talk me into staying home。 “Did Alice tell you
that she’s kidnapping me again？”
He grinned。 “Actually； she’s not。”
I stared at him； confused； and he laughed quietly at my expression。
“I’m the only one who has permission to hold you hostage； remember？” he said。 “Alice is going hunting
with the rest of them。” He sighed。 “I guess I don’t need to do that now。”
“You’re kidnapping me？”
He nodded。
I thought about that briefly。 No Charlie listening downstairs； checking on me every so often。 And no
houseful of wideawake vampires with their intrusively sensitive hearing。 。 。 。 Just him and me — really alone。
“Is that all right？” he asked； concerned by my silence。
“Well 。 。 。 sure； except for one thing。”
“What thing？” His eyes were anxious。 It was mindboggling； but； somehow； he still seemed unsure of his
hold on me。 Maybe I needed to make myself more clear。
“Why didn’t Alice tell Charlie you were leaving tonight？” I asked。
He laughed； relieved。
I enjoyed the trip to the clearing more than I had last night。 I still felt guilty； still afraid； but I wasn’t terrified
anymore。 I could function。 I could see past what was ing； and almost believe that maybe it would be
okay。 Edward was apparently fine with the idea of missing the fight 。 。 。 and that made it very hard not to
believe him when he said this would be easy。 He wouldn’t leave his family if he didn’t believe it himself。 Maybe
Alice was right； and I did worry too much。
We got to the clearing last。
Jasper and Emmett were already wrestling — just warming up from the sounds of their laughter。 Alice and
Rosalie lounged on the hard ground； watching。 Esme and Carlisle were talking a few yards away； heads close
together； fingers linked； not paying attention。
It was much brighter tonight； the moon shining through the thin clouds； and I could easily see the three
wolves that sat around the edge of the practice ring； spaced far apart to watch from different angles。
It was also easy to recognize Jacob； I would have known him at once； even if he hadn’t looked up and
stared at the sound of our approach。
“Where are the rest of the wolves？” I wondered。
“They don’t all need to be here。 One would do the job； but Sam didn’t trust us enough to just send Jacob；
though Jacob was willing。 Quil and Embry are his usual 。 。 。 I guess you could call them his wingmen。”
“Jacob trusts you。”
Edward nodded。 “He trusts us not to try to kill him。 That’s about it； though。”
“Are you participating tonight？” I asked； hesitant。 I knew this was going to be almost as hard for him as
being left behind would have been for me。 Maybe harder。
“I’ll help Jasper when he needs it。 He wants to try some unequal groupings； teach them how to deal with
multiple attackers。”
He shrugged。
And a fresh wave of panic shattered my brief sense of confidence。
They were still outnumbered。 I was making that worse。
I stared at the field； trying to hide my reaction。
It was the wrong place to look； struggling as I was to lie to myself； to convince myself that everything
would work out as I needed it to。 Because when I forced my eyes away from the Cullens — away from the
image of their playfighting that would be real and deadly in just a few days — Jacob caught my eyes and
smiled。
It was the same wolfy grin as before； his eyes scrunching the way they did when he was human。
It was hard to believe that； not so long ago； I’d found the werewolves frightening — lost sleep to
nightmares about them。
I knew； without asking； which of the others was Embry and which was Quil。 Because Embry was clearly
the thinner gray wolf with the dark spots on his back； who sat so patiently watching； while Quil — deep
chocolate brown； lighter over his face — twitched constantly； looking like he was dying to join in the mock
fight。 They weren’t monsters； even like this。 They were friends。
Friends who didn’t look nearly as indestructible as Emmett and Jasper did； moving faster than cobra
strikes while the moonlight glinted off their granitehard skin。 Friends who didn’t seem to understand the
danger involved here。 Friends who were still somewhat mortal； friends who could bleed； friends who could
die。 。 。 。
Edward’s confidence was reassuring； because it was plain that he wasn’t truly worried about his family。
But would it hurt him if something happened to the wolves？ Was there any reason for him to be anxious； if that
possibility didn’t bother him？ Edward’s confidence only applied to one set of my fears。
I tried to smile back at Jacob； swallowing against the lump in my throat。 I didn’t seem to get it right。
Jacob sprang lightly to his feet； his agility at odds with his sheer mass； and trotted over to where Edward
and I stood on the fringe of things。
“Jacob；” Edward greeted him politely。
Jacob ignored him； his dark eyes on me。 He put his head down to my level； as he had yesterday； cocking
it to one side。 A low whimper escaped his muzzle。
“I’m fine；” I answered； not needing the translation that Edward was about to give。 “Just worried； you
know。”
Jacob continued to stare at me。
“He wants to know why；” Edward murmured。
Jacob growled — not a threatening sound； an annoyed sound — and Edward’s lips twitched。
“What？” I asked。
“He thinks my translations leave something to be desired。 What he actually thought was； ‘That’s really
stupid。 What is there to be worried about？’ I edited； because I thought it was rude。”
I halfway smiled； too anxious to really feel amused。 “There’s plenty to be worried about；” I told Jacob。
“Like a bunch of really stupid wolves getting themselves hurt。”
Jacob laughed his coughing bark。
Edward sighed。 “Jasper wants help。 You’ll be okay without a translator？”
“I’ll manage。”
Edward looked at me wistfully for one minute； his expression hard to understand； then turned his back and
strode over to where Jasper waited。
I sat down where I was。 The ground was cold and unfortable。
Jacob took a step forward； then looked back at me； and a low whine rose in his throat。 He took another
halfstep。
“Go on without me；” I told him。 “I don’t want to watch。”
Jacob leaned his head to the side again for a moment； and then folded himself on to the ground beside me
with a rumbling sigh。
“Really； you can go ahead；” I assured him。 He didn’t respond； he just put his head down on his paws。
I stared up at the bright silver clouds； not wanting to see the fight。 My imagination had more than enough
fuel。 A breeze blew through the clearing； and I shivered。
Jacob scooted himself closer to me； pressing his warm fur against my left side。
“Er； thanks；” I muttered。
After a few minutes； I leaned against his wide shoulder。 It was much more fortable that way。
The clouds moved slowly across the sky； dimming and brightening as thick patches crossed the moon and
passed on。
Absently； I began pulling my fingers through the fur on his neck。 That same strange humming sound that
he’d made yesterday rumbled in his throat。 It was a homey kind of sound。 Rougher； wilder than a cat’s purr；
but conveying the same sense of contentment。
“You know； I never had a dog；” I mused。 “I always wanted one； but Renée’s allergic。”
Jacob laughed； his body shook under me。
“Aren’t you worried about Saturday at all？” I asked。
He turned his eno