The Twilight Saga Collection

by Stephenie Meyer

  “You’re quick.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You’re also very good with weird. I thought that would bother you.”

  “It’s not...well, you’re not the first person I’ve known who could do that. So it doesn’t seem so weird to me.”

  “Really?...Wait—are you talking about your bloodsuckers?”

  “I wish you wouldn’t call them that.”

  He laughed. “Whatever. The Cullens, then?”

  “Just...just Edward.” I pulled one arm surreptitiously around my torso.

  Jacob looked surprised—unpleasantly so. “I thought those were just stories. I’ve heard legends about vampires who could do...extra stuff, but I thought that was just a myth.”

  “Is anything just a myth anymore?” I asked him wryly.

  He scowled. “Guess not. Okay, we’re going to meet Sam and the others at the place we go to ride our bikes.”

  I started the truck and headed back up the road.

  “So did you just turn into a wolf now, to talk to Sam?” I asked, curious.

  Jacob nodded, seeming embarrassed. “I kept it real short—I tried not to think about you so they wouldn’t know what was going on. I was afraid Sam would tell me I couldn’t bring you.”

  “That wouldn’t have stopped me.” I couldn’t get rid of my perception of Sam as the bad guy. My teeth clenched together whenever I heard his name.

  “Well, it would have stopped me,” Jacob said, morose now. “Remember how I couldn’t finish my sentences last night? How I couldn’t just tell you the whole story?”

  “Yeah. You looked like you were choking on something.”

  He chuckled darkly. “Close enough. Sam told me I couldn’t tell you. He’s...the head of the pack, you know. He’s the Alpha. When he tells us to do something, or not to do something—when he really means it, well, we can’t just ignore him.”

  “Weird,” I muttered.

  “Very,” he agreed. “It’s kind of a wolf thing.”

  “Huh” was the best response I could think of.

  “Yeah, there’s a load of stuff like that—wolf things. I’m still learning. I can’t imagine what it was like for Sam, trying to deal with this alone. It sucks bad enough to go through it with a whole pack for support.”

  “Sam was alone?”

  “Yeah.” Jacob’s voice lowered. “When I...changed, it was the most...horrible, the most terrifying thing I’ve ever been through—worse than anything I could have imagined. But I wasn’t alone—there were the voices there, in my head, telling me what had happened and what I had to do. That kept me from losing my mind, I think. But Sam . . .” He shook his head. “Sam had no help.”

  This was going to take some adjusting. When Jacob explained it like that, it was hard not to feel compassion for Sam. I had to keep reminding myself that there was no reason to hate him anymore.

  “Will they be angry that I’m with you?” I asked.

  He made a face. “Probably.”

  “Maybe I shouldn’t—”

  “No, it’s okay,” he assured me. “You know a ton of things that can help us. It’s not like you’re just some ignorant human. You’re like a...I don’t know, spy or something. You’ve been behind enemy lines.”

  I frowned to myself. Was that what Jacob would want from me? Insider information to help them destroy their enemies? I wasn’t a spy, though. I hadn’t been collecting that kind of information. Already, his words made me feel like a traitor.

  But I wanted him to stop Victoria, didn’t I?

  No.

  I did want Victoria to be stopped, preferably before she tortured me to death or ran into Charlie or killed another stranger. I just didn’t want Jacob to be the one to stop her, or rather to try. I didn’t want Jacob within a hundred miles of her.

  “Like the stuff about the mind-reading bloodsucker,” he continued, oblivious to my reverie. “That’s the kind of thing we need to know about. That really sucks that those stories are true. It makes everything more complicated. Hey, do you think this Victoria can do anything special?”

  “I don’t think so,” I hesitated, and then sighed. “He would have mentioned it.”

  “He? Oh, you mean Edward—oops, sorry. I forgot. You don’t like to say his name. Or hear it.”

  I squeezed my midsection, trying to ignore the throbbing around the edges of my chest. “Not really, no.”

  “Sorry.”

  “How do you know me so well, Jacob? Sometimes it’s like you can read my mind.”

  “Naw. I just pay attention.”

  We were on the little dirt road where Jacob had first taught me to ride the motorcycle.

  “This good?” I asked.

  “Sure, sure.”

  I pulled over and cut the engine.

  “You’re still pretty unhappy, aren’t you?” he murmured.

  I nodded, staring unseeingly into the gloomy forest.

  “Did you ever think...that maybe...you’re better off?”

  I inhaled slowly, and then let my breath out. “No.”

  “’Cause he wasn’t the best—”

  “Please, Jacob,” I interrupted, begging in a whisper. “Could we please not talk about this? I can’t stand it.”

  “Okay.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I said anything.”

  “Don’t feel bad. If things were different, it would be nice to finally be able to talk to someone about it.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, I had a hard time keeping a secret from you for two weeks. It must be hell to not be able to talk to anyone.”

  “Hell,” I agreed.

  Jacob sucked in a sharp breath. “They’re here. Let’s go.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked while he popped his door open. “Maybe I shouldn’t be here.”

  “They’ll deal with it,” he said, and then he grinned. “Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf?”

  “Ha ha,” I said. But I got out of the truck, hurrying around the front end to stand close beside Jacob. I remembered only too clearly the giant monsters in the meadow. My hands were trembling like Jacob’s had been before, but with fear rather than rage.

  Jake took my hand and squeezed it. “Here we go.”

  14. FAMILY

  I COWERED INTO JACOB’S SIDE, MY EYES SCANNING THE forest for the other werewolves. When they appeared, striding out from between the trees, they weren’t what I was expecting. I’d gotten the image of the wolves stuck in my head. These were just four really big half-naked boys.

  Again, they reminded me of brothers, quadruplets. Something about the way they moved almost in synchronization to stand across the road from us, the way they all had the same long, round muscles under the same red-brown skin, the same cropped black hair, and the way their expressions altered at exactly the same moment.

  They started out curious and cautious. When they saw me there, half-hidden beside Jacob, they all became furious in the same second.

  Sam was still the biggest, though Jacob was getting close to catching up with him. Sam didn’t really count as a boy. His face was older—not in the sense of lines or signs of aging, but in the maturity, the patience of his expression.

  “What have you done, Jacob?” he demanded.

  One of the others, one I didn’t recognize—Jared or Paul—thrust past Sam and spoke before Jacob could defend himself.

  “Why can’t you just follow the rules, Jacob?” he yelled, throwing his arms in the air. “What the hell are you thinking? Is she more important than everything—than the whole tribe? Than the people getting killed?”

  “She can help,” Jacob said quietly.

  “Help!” the angry boy shouted. His arms begin to quiver. “Oh, that’s likely! I’m sure the leech-lover is just dying to help us out!”

  “Don’t talk about her like that!” Jacob shouted back, stung by the boy’s criticism.

  A shudder rippled through the other boy, along his shoulders and down his spine.

  “Paul! Relax!” Sam commanded.

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p; Paul shook his head back and forth, not in defiance, but as though he were trying to concentrate.

  “Jeez, Paul,” one of the other boys—probably Jared—muttered. “Get a grip.”

  Paul twisted his head toward Jared, his lips curling back in irritation. Then he shifted his glare in my direction. Jacob took a step to put himself in front of me.

  That did it.

  “Right, protect her!” Paul roared in outrage. Another shudder, a convulsion, heaved through his body. He threw his head back, a real growl tearing from between his teeth.

  “Paul!” Sam and Jacob shouted together.

  Paul seemed to fall forward, vibrating violently. Halfway to the ground, there was a loud ripping noise, and the boy exploded.

  Dark silver fur blew out from the boy, coalescing into a shape more than five-times his size—a massive, crouched shape, ready to spring.

  The wolf’s muzzle wrinkled back over his teeth, and another growl rolled through his colossal chest. His dark, enraged eyes focused on me.

  In the same second, Jacob was running across the road straight for the monster.

  “Jacob!” I screamed.

  Mid-stride, a long tremor shivered down Jacob’s spine. He leaped forward, diving headfirst into the empty air.

  With another sharp tearing sound, Jacob exploded, too. He burst out of his skin—shreds of black and white cloth blasted up into the air. It happened so quickly that if I’d blinked, I’d have missed the entire transformation. One second it was Jacob diving into the air, and then it was the gigantic, russet brown wolf—so enormous that I couldn’t make sense of its mass somehow fitting inside Jacob—charging the crouched silver beast.

  Jacob met the other werewolf’s attack head-on. Their angry snarls echoed like thunder off the trees.

  The black and white scraps—the remains of Jacob’s clothes—fluttered to the ground where he’d disappeared.

  “Jacob!” I screamed again, staggering forward.

  “Stay where you are, Bella,” Sam ordered. It was hard to hear him over the roar of the fighting wolves. They were snapping and tearing at each other, their sharp teeth flashing toward each other’s throats. The Jacob-wolf seemed to have the upper hand—he was visibly bigger than the other wolf, and it looked like he was stronger, too. He rammed his shoulder against the gray wolf again and again, knocking him back toward the trees.

  “Take her to Emily’s,” Sam shouted toward the other boys, who were watching the conflict with rapt expressions. Jacob had successfully shoved the gray wolf off the road, and they were disappearing into the forest, though the sound of their snarls was still loud. Sam ran after them, kicking off his shoes on the way. As he darted into the trees, he was quivering from head to toe.

  The growling and snapping was fading into the distance. Suddenly, the sound cut off and it was very quiet on the road.

  One of the boys started laughing.

  I turned to stare at him—my wide eyes felt frozen, like I couldn’t even blink them.

  The boy seemed to be laughing at my expression. “Well, there’s something you don’t see every day,” he snickered. His face was vaguely familiar—thinner than the others....Embry Call.

  “I do,” the other boy, Jared, grumbled. “Every single day.”

  “Aw, Paul doesn’t lose his temper every day,” Embry disagreed, still grinning. “Maybe two out of three.”

  Jared stopped to pick something white up off the ground. He held it up toward Embry; it dangled in limp strips from his hand.

  “Totally shredded,” Jared said. “Billy said this was the last pair he could afford—guess Jacob’s going barefoot now.”

  “This one survived,” Embry said, holding up a white sneaker. “Jake can hop,” he added with a laugh.

  Jared started collecting various pieces of fabric from the dirt. “Get Sam’s shoes, will you? All the rest of this is headed for the trash.”

  Embry grabbed the shoes and then jogged into the trees where Sam had disappeared. He was back in a few seconds with a pair of cut-off jeans draped over his arm. Jared gathered the torn remnants of Jacob’s and Paul’s clothes and wadded them into a ball. Suddenly, he seemed to remember me.

  He looked at me carefully, assessing.

  “Hey, you’re not going to faint or puke or anything?” he demanded.

  “I don’t think so,” I gasped.

  “You don’t look so good. Maybe you should sit down.”

  “Okay,” I mumbled. For the second time in one morning, I put my head between my knees.

  “Jake should have warned us,” Embry complained.

  “He shouldn’t have brought his girlfriend into this. What did he expect?”

  “Well, the wolf’s out of the bag now.” Embry sighed. “Way to go, Jake.”

  I raised my head to glare at the two boys who seemed to be taking this all so lightly. “Aren’t you worried about them at all?” I demanded.

  Embry blinked once in surprise. “Worried? Why?”

  “They could hurt each other!”

  Embry and Jared guffawed.

  “I hope Paul gets a mouthful of him,” Jared said. “Teach him a lesson.”

  I blanched.

  “Yeah, right!” Embry disagreed. “Did you see Jake? Even Sam couldn’t have phased on the fly like that. He saw Paul losing it, and it took him, what, half a second to attack? The boy’s got a gift.”

  “Paul’s been fighting longer. I’ll bet you ten bucks he leaves a mark.”

  “You’re on. Jake’s a natural. Paul doesn’t have a prayer.”

  They shook hands, grinning.

  I tried to comfort myself with their lack of concern, but I couldn’t drive the brutal image of the fighting werewolves from my head. My stomach churned, sore and empty, my head ached with worry.

  “Let’s go see Emily. You know she’ll have food waiting.” Embry looked down at me. “Mind giving us a ride?”

  “No problem,” I choked.

  Jared raised one eyebrow. “Maybe you’d better drive, Embry. She still looks like she might hurl.”

  “Good idea. Where are the keys?” Embry asked me.

  “Ignition.”

  Embry opened the passenger-side door. “In you go,” he said cheerfully, hauling me up from the ground with one hand and stuffing me into my seat. He appraised the available space. “You’ll have to ride in the back,” he told Jared.

  “That’s fine. I got a weak stomach. I don’t want to be in there when she blows.”

  “I bet she’s tougher than that. She runs with vampires.”

  “Five bucks?” Jared asked.

  “Done. I feel guilty, taking your money like this.”

  Embry got in and started the engine while Jared leapt agilely into the bed. As soon as his door was closed, Embry muttered to me, “Don’t throw up, okay? I’ve only got a ten, and if Paul got his teeth into Jacob . . .”

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  Embry drove us back toward the village.

  “Hey, how did Jake get around the injunction anyway?”

  “The...what?”

  “Er, the order. You know, to not spill the beans. How did he tell you about this?”

  “Oh, that,” I said, remembering Jacob trying to choke out the truth to me last night. “He didn’t. I guessed right.”

  Embry pursed his lips, looking surprised. “Hmm. S’pose that would work.”

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “Emily’s house. She’s Sam’s girlfriend...no, fiancée, now, I guess. They’ll meet us back there after Sam gives it to them for what just happened. And after Paul and Jake scrounge up some new clothes, if Paul even has any left.”

  “Does Emily know about...?”

  “Yeah. And hey, don’t stare at her. That bugs Sam.”

  I frowned at him. “Why would I stare?”

  Embry looked uncomfortable. “Like you saw just now, hanging out around werewolves has its risks.” He changed the subject quickly. “Hey, are you okay about the whole t
hing with the black-haired bloodsucker in the meadow? It didn’t look like he was a friend of yours, but . . .” Embry shrugged.

  “No, he wasn’t my friend.”

  “That’s good. We didn’t want to start anything, break the treaty, you know.”

  “Oh, yeah, Jake told me about the treaty once, a long time ago. Why would killing Laurent break the treaty?”

  “Laurent,” he repeated, snorting, like he was amused the vampire had had a name. “Well, we were technically on Cullen turf. We’re not allowed to attack any of them, the Cullens, at least, off our land—unless they break the treaty first. We didn’t know if the black-haired one was a relative of theirs or something. Looked like you knew him.”

  “How would they go about breaking the treaty?”

  “If they bite a human. Jake wasn’t so keen on the idea of letting it go that far.”

  “Oh. Um, thanks. I’m glad you didn’t wait.”

  “Our pleasure.” He sounded like he meant that in a literal sense.

  Embry drove past the easternmost house on the highway before turning off onto a narrow dirt road. “Your truck is slow,” he noted.

  “Sorry.”

  At the end of the lane was a tiny house that had once been gray. There was only one narrow window beside the weathered blue door, but the window box under it was filled with bright orange and yellow marigolds, giving the whole place a cheerful look.

  Embry opened the truck door and inhaled. “Mmm, Emily’s cooking.”

  Jared jumped out of the back of the truck and headed for the door, but Embry stopped him with one hand on his chest. He looked at me meaningfully, and cleared his throat.

  “I don’t have my wallet on me,” Jared said.

  “That’s okay. I won’t forget.”

  They climbed up the one step and entered the house without knocking. I followed timidly after them.

  The front room, like Billy’s house, was mostly kitchen. A young woman with satiny copper skin and long, straight, crow-black hair was standing at the counter by the sink, popping big muffins out of a tin and placing them on a paper plate. For one second, I thought the reason Embry had told me not to stare was because the girl was so beautiful.

  And then she asked “You guys hungry?” in a melodic voice, and she turned to face us full on, a smile on half of her face.