“What’s one more diamond? Well, I guess the ring has lots of diamonds, but my point is that he’s already
got one on —”
“Enough, Alice!” Edward cut her off suddenly. The way he glared at her . . . he looked like a vampire
again. “We’re in a hurry.”
“I don’t understand. What’s that about diamonds?” I asked.
“We’ll talk about it later,” Alice said. “Edward is right — you’d better get going. You’ve got to set a trap
and make camp before the storm comes.” She frowned, and her expression was anxious, almost nervous.
“Don’t forget your coat, Bella. It seems . . . unseasonably cold.”
“I’ve already got it,” Edward assured her.
“Have a nice night,” she told us in farewell.
It was twice as far to the clearing as usual; Edward took a long detour, making sure my scent would be
nowhere near the trail Jacob would hide later. He carried me in his arms, the bulky backpack in my usual spot.
He stopped at the farthest end of the clearing and set me on my feet.
“All right. Just walk north for a ways, touching as much as you can. Alice gave me a clear picture of their
path, and it won’t take long for us to intersect it.”
“North?”
He smiled and pointed out the right direction.
I wandered into the woods, leaving the clear yellow light of the strangely sunny day in the clearing behind
me. Maybe Alice’s blurred sight would be wrong about the snow. I hoped so. The sky was mostly clear,
though the wind whipped furiously through the open spaces. In the trees it was calmer, but much too cold for
June — even in a long-sleeved shirt with a thick sweater over the top, there were goose bumps on my arms. I
walked slowly, trailingmy fingers over anything close enough: the rough tree bark, the wet ferns, the moss-
covered rocks.
Edward stayed with me, walking a parallel line about twenty yards away.
“Am I doing this right?” I called.
“Perfectly.”
I had an idea. “Will this help?” I asked as I ran my fingers through my hair and caught a few loose strands.
I draped them over the ferns.
“Yes, that does make the trail stronger. But you don’t need to pull your hair out, Bella. It will be fine.”
“I’ve got a few extras I can spare.”
It was gloomy under the trees, and I wished I could walk closer to Edward and hold his hand.
I wedged another hair into a broken branch that cut through my path.
“You don’t need to let Alice have her way, you know,” Edward said.
“Don’t worry about it, Edward. I’m not going to leave you at the altar, regardless.” I had a sinking feeling
that Alice was going to get her way, mostly because she was totally unscrupulous when there was something
she wanted, and also because I was a sucker for guilt trips.
“That’s not what I’m worried about. I want this to be what you want it to be.”
I repressed a sigh. It would hurt his feelings if I told the truth — that it didn’t really matter, because it was
all just varying degrees of awful anyway.
“Well, even if she does get her way, we can keep it small. Just us. Emmett can get a clerical license off the
Internet.”
I giggled. “That does sound better.” It wouldn’t feel very official if Emmett read the vows, which was a
plus. But I’d have a hard time keeping a straight face.
“See,” he said with a smile. “There’s always a compromise.”
It took a while for me to reach the spot where the newborn army would be certain to cross my trail, but
Edward never got impatient with my pace.
He had to lead a bit more on the way back, to keep me on the same path. It all looked alike to me.
We were almost to the clearing when I fell. I could see the wide opening ahead, and that’s probably why I
got too eager and forgot to watch my feet. I caught myself before my head bashed into the nearest tree, but a
small branch snapped off under my left hand and gouged into my palm.
“Ouch! Oh, fabulous,” I muttered.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Stay where you are. I’m bleeding. It will stop in a minute.”
He ignored me. He was right there before I could finish.
“I’ve got a first aid kit,” he said, pulling off the backpack. “I had a feeling I might need it.”
“It’s not bad. I can take care of it — you don’t have to make yourself uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” he said calmly. “Here — let me clean it.”
“Wait a second, I just got another idea.”
Without looking at the blood and breathing through my mouth, just in case my stomach might react, I
pressed my hand against a rock within my reach.
“What are you doing?”
“Jasper will love this,” I muttered to myself. I started for the clearing again, pressing my palm against
everything in my path. “I’ll bet this really gets them going.”
Edward sighed.
“Hold your breath,” I told him.
“I’m fine. I just think you’re going overboard.”
“This is all I get to do. I want to do a good job.”
We broke through the last of the trees as I spoke. I let my injured hand graze across the ferns.
“Well, you have,” Edward assured me. “The newborns will be frantic, and Jasper will be very impressed
with your dedication. Now let me treat your hand — you’ve gotten the cut dirty.”
“Let me do it, please.”
He took my hand and smiled as he examined it. “This doesn’t bother me anymore.”
I watched him carefully as he cleaned the gash, looking for some sign of distress. He continued to breathe
evenly in and out, the same small smile on his lips.
“Why not?” I finally asked as he smoothed a bandage across my palm.
He shrugged. “I got over it.”
“You . . . got over it? When? How?” I tried to remember the last time he’d held his breath around me.
All I could think of was my wretched birthday party last September.
Edward pursed his lips, seeming to search for the words. “I lived through an entire twenty-four hours
thinking that you were dead, Bella. That changed the way I look at a lot of things.”
“Did it change the way I smell to you?”
“Not at all. But . . . having experienced the way it feels to think I’ve lost you . . . my reactions have
changed. My entire being shies away from any course that could inspire that kind of pain again.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
He smiled at my expression. “I guess that you could call it a very educational experience.”
The wind tore through the clearing then, lashing my hair around my face and making me shiver.
“All right,” he said, reaching into his pack again. “You’ve done your part.” He pulled out my heavy winter
jacket and held it out for me to slide my arms in. “Now it’s out of our hands. Let’s go camping!”
I laughed at the mock enthusiasm in his voice.
He took my bandaged hand — the other was in worse shape, still in the brace — and started toward the
other side of the clearing.
“Where are we meeting Jacob?” I asked.
“Right here.” He gestured to the trees in front of us just as Jacob stepped warily from their shadows.
It shouldn’t have surprised me to see him human. I wasn’t sure why I’d been looking for the big red-
brown wolf.
Jacob seemed bigger again — no doubt a product of my expectations; I must have unconsciously been
hoping to see the smaller Jacob from my memory, the easygoing friend who hadn’t made everything so
difficult. He had his arms folded across his bare chest, a jacket clutched in one fist. His face was
expressionless as he watched us.
Edward’s lips pulled down at the corners. “There had to have been a better way to do this.”
“Too late now,” I muttered glumly.
He sighed.
“Hey, Jake,” I greeted him when we got closer.
“Hi, Bella.”
“Hello, Jacob,” Edward said.
Jacob ignored the pleasantry, all business. “Where do I take her?”
Edward pulled a map from a side pocket on the pack and offered it to him. Jacob unfolded it.
“We’re here now,” Edward said, reaching over to touch the right spot. Jacob recoiled from his hand
automatically, and then steadied himself. Edward pretended not to notice.
“And you’re taking her up here,” Edward continued, tracing a serpentine pattern around the elevation lines
on the paper. “Roughly nine miles.”
Jacob nodded once.
“When you’re about a mile away, you should cross my path. That will lead you in. Do you need the map?”
“No, thanks. I know this area pretty well. I think I know where I’m going.”
Jacob seemed to have to work harder than Edward to keep the tone polite.
“I’ll take a longer route,” Edward said. “And I’ll see you in a few hours.”
Edward stared at me unhappily. He didn’t like this part of the plan.
“See you,” I murmured.
Edward faded into the trees, heading in the opposite direction.
As soon as he was gone, Jacob turned cheerful.
“What’s up, Bella?” he asked with a big grin.
I rolled my eyes. “Same old, same old.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Bunch of vampires trying to kill you. The usual.”
“The usual.”
“Well,” he said as he shrugged into his jacket to free his arms. “Let’s get going.”
Making a face, I took a small step closer to him.
He bent down and swept his arm behind my knees, knocking them out from under me. His other arm
caught me before my head hit the ground.
“Jerk,” I muttered.
Jacob chuckled, already running through the trees. He kept a steady pace, a brisk jog that a fit human
could keep up with . . . across a level plane . . . if they weren’t burdened with a hundred-plus pounds as he
was.
“You don’t have to run. You’ll get tired.”
“Running doesn’t make me tired,” he said. His breathing was even — like the fixed tempo of a
marathoner. “Besides, it will be colder soon. I hope he gets the camp set up before we get there.”
I tapped my finger against the thick padding of his parka. “I thought you didn’t get cold now.”
“I don’t. I brought this for you, just in case you weren’t prepared.” He looked at my jacket, almost as if
he were disappointed that I was. “I don’t like the way the weather feels. It’s making me edgy. Notice how we
haven’t seen any animals?”
“Um, not really.”
“I guess you wouldn’t. Your senses are too dull.”
I let that pass. “Alice was worried about the storm, too.”
“It takes a lot to silence the forest this way. You picked a hell of a night for a camping trip.”
“It wasn’t entirely my idea.”
The pathless way he took began to climb more and more steeply, but it didn’t slow him down. He leapt
easily from rock to rock, not seeming to need his hands at all. His perfect balance reminded me of a mountain
goat.
“What’s with the addition to your bracelet?” he asked.
I looked down, and realized that the crystal heart was facing up on my wrist.
I shrugged guiltily. “Another graduation present.”
He snorted. “A rock. Figures.”
A rock? I was suddenly reminded of Alice’s unfinished sentence outside the garage. I stared at the bright
white crystal and tried to remember what Alice had been saying before . . . about diamonds. Could she have
been trying to say he’s already got one on you? As in, I was already wearing one diamond from Edward?
No, that was impossible. The heart would have to be five carats or something crazy like that! Edward
wouldn’t —
“So it’s been a while since you came down to La Push,” Jacob said, interrupting my disturbing
conjectures.
“I’ve been busy,” I told him. “And . . . I probably wouldn’t have visited, anyway.”
He grimaced. “I thought you were supposed to be the forgiving one, and I was the grudge-holder.”
I shrugged.
“Been thinking about that last time a lot, have you?”
“Nope.”
He laughed. “Either you’re lying, or you are the stubbornest person alive.”
“I don’t know about the second part, but I’m not lying.”
I didn’t like having this conversation under the present conditions — with his too-warm arms wrapped
tightly around me and nothing at all I could do about it. His face was closer than I wanted it to be. I wished I
could take a step back.
“A smart person looks at all sides of a decision.”
“I have,” I retorted.
“If you haven’t thought at all about our . . . er, conversation the last time you came over, then that’s not
true.”
“That conversation isn’t relevant to my decision.”
“Some people will go to any lengths to delude themselves.”
“I’ve noticed that werewolves in particular are prone to that mistake — do you think it’s a genetic thing?”
“Does that mean that he’s a better kisser that I am?” Jacob asked, suddenly glum.
“I really couldn’t say, Jake. Edward is the only person I’ve ever kissed.”
“Besides me.”
“But I don’t count that as a kiss, Jacob. I think of it more as an assault.”
“Ouch! That’s cold.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t going to take it back.
“I did apologize about that,” he reminded me.
“And I forgave you . . . mostly. It doesn’t change the way I remember it.”
He muttered something unintelligible.
It was quiet then for a while; there was just the sound of his measured breathing and the wind roaring high
above us in the treetops. A cliff face rose sheer beside us, bare, rough gray stone. We followed the base as it
curved upward out of the forest.
“I still think it’s pretty irresponsible,” Jacob suddenly said.
“Whatever you’re talking about, you’re wrong.”
“Think about it, Bella. According to you, you’ve kissed just one person — who isn’t even really a person
— in your whole life, and you’re calling it quits? How do you know that’s what you want? Shouldn’t you play
the field a little?”
I kept my voice cool. “I know exactly what I want.”
“Then it couldn’t hurt to double check. Maybe you should try kissing someone else — just for
comparison’s sake . . . since what happened the other day doesn’t count. You could kiss me, for example. I
don’t mind if you want to use me to experiment.”
He pulled me tighter against his chest, so that my face was closer to his. He was smiling at his joke, but I
wasn’t taking any chances.
“Don’t mess with me, Jake. I swear I won’t stop him if he wants to break your jaw.”
The panicky edge to my voice made him smile wider. “If you ask me to kiss you, he won’t have any
reason to get upset. He said that was fine.”
“Don’t hold your breath, Jake — no, wait, I changed my mind. Go right ahead. Just hold your breath until
I ask you to kiss me.”
“You’re in a bad mood today.”
“I wonder why?”
“Sometimes I think you like me better as a wolf.”
“Sometimes I do. It probably has something to do with the way you can’t talk.”
He pursed his broad lips thoughtfully. “No, I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s easier for you to be near me
when I’m not human, because you don’t have to pretend that you’re not attracted to me.”
My mouth fell open with a little popping sound. I snapped it shut at once, grinding my teeth together.
He heard that. His lips pulled tightly across his face in a triumphant smile.
I took a slow breath before I spoke. “No. I’m pretty sure it’s because you can’t talk.”
He sighed. “Do you ever get tired of lying to yourself? You have to know how aware you are of me.
Physically, I mean.”
“How could anyone not be aware of you physically, Jacob?” I demanded. “You’re an enormous monster
who refuses to respect anyone else’s personal space.”
“I make you nervous. But only when I’m human. When I’m a wolf, you’re more comfortable around me.”
“Nervousness and irritation are not the same thing.”
He stared at me for a minute, slowing to a walk, the amusement draining from his face. His eyes narrowed,
turned black in the shadow of his brows. His breathing, so regular as he ran, started to accelerate. Slowly, he
leaned his face closer to mine.
I stared him down, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.
“It’s your face,” I reminded him.
He laughed loudly and started jogging again. “I don’t really want to fight with your vampire tonight — I
mean, any other night, sure. But we both have a job to do tomorrow, and I wouldn’t want to leave the Cullens
one short.”
The sudden, unexpected swell of shame distorted my expression.
“I know, I know,” he responded, not understanding. “You think he could take me.”
I couldn’t speak. I was leaving them one short. What if someone got hurt because I was so weak? But
what if I was brave and Edward . . . I couldn’t even think it.
“What’s the matter with you, Bella?” The joking bravado vanished from his face, revealing my Jacob
underneath, like pulling a mask away. “If something I said upset you, you know I was only kidding. I didn’t
mean anything — hey, are you okay? Don’t cry, Bella,” he pled.
I tried to pull myself together. “I’m not going to cry.”
“What did I say?”
“It’s nothing you said. It’s just, well, it’s me. I did something . . . bad.”
He stared at me, his eyes wide with confusion.
“Edward isn’t going to fight tomorrow,” I whispered the explanation. “I’m making him stay with me. I am
a huge coward.”
He frowned. “You think this isn’t going to work? That they’ll find you here? Do you know something I
don’t know?”
“No, no. I’m not afraid of that. I just . . . I can’t let him go. If he didn’t come back . . .” I shuddered,
closing my eyes to escape the thought.
Jacob was quiet.
I kept whispering, my eyes shut. “If anyone gets hurt, it will always be my fault. And even if no one does .
. . I was horrible. I had to be, to convince him to stay with me. He won’t hold it against me, but I’ll always
know what I’m capable of.” I felt just a tiny bit better, getting this off my chest. Even if I could only confess it
to Jacob.
He snorted. My eyes opened slowly, and I was sad to see that the hard mask was back.
“I can’t believe he let you talk him out of going. I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”
I sighed. “I know.”
“That doesn’t mean anything, though.” He was suddenly backtracking. “That doesn’t mean that he loves
you more than I do.”
“But you wouldn’t stay with me, even if I begged.”
He pursed his lips for a moment, and I wondered if he would try to deny it. We both knew the truth.
“That’s only because I know you better,” he said at last. “Everything’s going to go without a hitch. Even if
you’d asked and I’d said no, you wouldn’t be mad at me afterwards.”
“If everything does go without a hitch, you’re probably right. I wouldn’t be mad. But the whole time
you’re gone, I’ll be sick with worry, Jake. Crazy with it.”
“Why?” he asked gruffly. “Why does it matter to you if something happens to me?”
“Don’t say that. You know how much you mean to me. I’m sorry it’s not in the way you want, but that’s
just how it is. You’re my best friend. At least, you used to be. And still sometimes are . . . when you let your
guard down.”
He smiled the old smile that I loved. “I’m always that,” he promised. “Even when I don’t . . . behave as
well as I should. Underneath, I’m always in here.”
“I know. Why else would I put up with all of your crap?”
He laughed with me, and then his eyes were sad. “When are you finally going to figure out that you’re in
love with me, too?”
“Leave it to you to ruin the moment.”
“I’m not saying you don’t love him. I’m not stupid. But it’s possible to love more than one person at a
time, Bella. I’ve seen it in action.”
“I’m not some freaky werewolf, Jacob.”
He wrinkled his nose, and I was about to apologize for that last jab, but he changed the subject.
“We’re not far now, I can smell him.”
I sighed in relief.
He misinterpreted my meaning. “I’d happily slow down, Bella, but you’re going to want to be under
shelter before that hits.”
We both looked up at the sky.
A solid wall of purple-black cloud was racing in from the west, blackening the forest beneath it as it came.
“Wow,” I muttered. “You’d better hurry, Jake. You’ll want to get home before it gets here.”
“I’m not going home.”
I glared at him, exasperated. “You’re not camping with us.”
“Not technically — as in, sharing your tent or anything. I prefer the storm to the smell. But I’m sure your
bloodsucker will want to keep in touch with the pack for coordination purposes, and so I will graciously
provide that service.”
“I thought that was Seth’s job.”
“He’ll take over tomorrow, during the fight.”
The reminder silenced me for a second. I stared at him, worry springing up again with sudden fierceness.
“I don’t suppose there’s any way you’d just stay since you’re already here?” I suggested. “If I did beg?
Or trade back the lifetime of servitude or something?”
“Tempting, but no. Then again, the begging might be interesting to see. You can give it a go if you like.”
“There’s really nothing, nothing at all I can say?”
“Nope. Not unless you can promise me a better fight. Anyway, Sam’s calling the shots, not me.”
That reminded me.
“Edward told me something the other day . . . about you.”
He bristled. “It’s probably a lie.”
“Oh, really? You aren’t second in command of the pack, then?”
He blinked, his face going blank with surprise. “Oh. That.”
“How come you never told me that?”
“Why would I? It’s no big thing.”
“I don’t know. Why not? It’s interesting. So, how does that work? How did Sam end up as the Alpha,
and you as the . . . the Beta?”
Jacob chuckled at my invented term. “Sam was the first, the oldest. It made sense for him to take charge.”
I frowned. “But shouldn’t Jared or Paul be second, then? They were the next to change.”
“Well . . . it’s hard to explain,” Jacob said evasively.
“Try.”
He sighed. “It’s more about the lineage, you know? Sort of old-fashioned. Why should it matter who your
grandpa was, right?”
I remembered something Jacob had told me a long time ago, before either of us had known anything about
werewolves.
“Didn’t you say that Ephraim Black was the last chief the Quileutes had?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Because he was the Alpha. Did you know that, technically, Sam’s the chief of the
whole tribe now?” He laughed. “Crazy traditions.”
I thought about that for a second, trying to make all the pieces fit. “But you also said that people listened
to your dad more than anyone else on the council, because he was Ephraim’s grandson?”
“What about it?”
“Well, if it’s about the lineage . . . shouldn’t you be the chief, then?”
Jacob didn’t answer me. He stared into the darkening forest, as if he suddenly needed to concentrate on
where he was going.
“Jake?”
“No. That’s Sam’s job.” He kept his eyes on our pathless course.
“Why? His great-granddad was Levi Uley, right? Was Levi an Alpha, too?”
“There’s only one Alpha,” he answered automatically.
“So what was Levi?”
“Sort of a Beta, I guess.” He snorted at my term. “Like me.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I just want to understand.”
Jacob finally met my confused gaze, and then sighed. “Yeah. I was supposed to be the Alpha.”
My eyebrows pulled together. “Sam didn’t want to step down?”
“Hardly. I didn’t want to step up.”
“Why not?”
He frowned, uncomfortable with my questions. Well, it was his turn to feel uncomfortable.
“I didn’t want any of it, Bella. I didn’t want anything to change. I didn’t want to be some legendary chief. I
didn’t want to be part of a pack of werewolves, let alone their leader. I wouldn’t take it when Sam offered.”
I thought about this for a long moment. Jacob didn’t interrupt. He stared into the forest again.
“But I thought you were happier. That you were okay with this,” I finally whispered.
Jacob smiled down at me reassuringly. “Yeah. It’s really not so bad. Exciting sometimes, like with this
thing tomorrow. But at first it sort of felt like being drafted into a war you didn’t know existed. There was no
choice, you know? And it was so final.” He shrugged. “Anyway, I guess I’m glad now. It has to be done, and
could I trust someone else to get it right? It’s better to make sure myself.”
I stared at him, feeling an unexpected kind of awe for my friend. He was more of a grown-up than I’d
ever given him credit for. Like with Billy the other night at the bonfire, there was a majesty here that I’d never
suspected.
“Chief Jacob,” I whispered, smiling at the way the words sounded together.
He rolled his eyes.
Just then, the wind shook more fiercely through the trees around us, and it felt like it was blowing straight
off a glacier. The sharp sound of wood cracking echoed off the mountain. Though the light was vanishing as
the grisly cloud covered the sky, I could still see the little white specks that fluttered past us.
Jacob stepped up the pace, keeping his eyes on the ground now as he flat out sprinted. I curled more
willingly against his chest, recoiling from the unwelcome snow.
It was only minutes later that he dashed around to the lee side of the stony peak and we could see the little
tent nestled up against the sheltering face. More flurries were falling around us, but the wind was too fierce to
let them settle anywhere.
“Bella!” Edward called out in acute relief. We’d caught him in the middle of pacing back and forth across
the little open space.
He flashed to my side, sort of blurring as he moved so swiftly. Jacob cringed, and then set me on my feet.
Edward ignored his reaction and caught me in a tight hug.
“Thank you,” Edward said over my head. His tone was unmistakably sincere. “That was quicker than I
expected, and I truly appreciate it.”
I twisted to see Jacob’s response.
Jacob merely shrugged, all the friendliness wiped clean from his face. “Get her inside. This is going to be
bad — my hair’s standing up on my scalp. Is that tent secure?”
“I all but welded it to the rock.”
“Good.”
Jacob looked up at the sky — now black with the storm, sprinkled with the swirling bits of snow. His
nostrils flared.
“I’m going to change,” he said. “I want to know what’s going on back home.”
He hung his jacket on a low, stubby branch, and walked into the murky forest without a backward glance.
22. FIRE AND ICE
THE WIND SHOOK THE TENT AGAIN, AND I SHOOK WITH IT.
The temperature was dropping. I could feel it through the down bag, through my jacket. I was fully
dressed, my hiking boots still laced into place. It didn’t make any difference. How could it be so cold? How
could it keep getting colder? It had to bottom out sometime, didn’t it?
“W-w-w-w-w-what t-t-t-t-time is it?” I forced the words through my rattling teeth.
“Two,” Edward answered.
Edward sat as far from me as possible in the cramped space, afraid to even breathe on me when I was
already so cold. It was too dark to see his face, but his voice was wild with worry, indecision, and frustration.
“Maybe . . .”
“No, I’m f-f-f-f-f-fine, r-r-r-really. I don’t w-w-w-want to g-go outside.”
He’d tried to talk me into making a run for it a dozen times already, but I was terrified of leaving my
shelter. If it was this cold in here, protected from the raging wind, I could imagine how bad it would be if we
were running through it.
And it would waste all our efforts this afternoon. Would we have enough time to reset ourselves when the
storm was over? What if it didn’t end? It made no sense to move now. I could shiver my way through one
night.
I was worried that the trail I had laid would be lost, but he promised that it would still be plain to the
coming monsters.
“What can I do?” he almost begged.
I just shook my head.
Out in the snow, Jacob whined unhappily.
“G-g-g-get out of h-h-h-ere,” I ordered, again.
“He’s just worried about you,” Edward translated. “He’s fine. His body is equipped to deal with this.”
“H-h-h-h-h-h.” I wanted to say that he should still leave, but I couldn’t get it past my teeth. I nearly bit my
tongue off trying. At least Jacob did seem to be well equipped for the snow, better even than the others in his
pack with his thicker, longer, shaggy russet fur. I wondered why that was.
Jacob whimpered, a high-pitched, grating sound of complaint.
“What do you want me to do?” Edward growled, too anxious to bother with politeness anymore. “Carry
her through that? I don’t see you making yourself useful. Why don’t you go fetch a space heater or
something?”
