The Twilight Saga Collection

by Stephenie Meyer

  We didn’t go far; he made a wide arc and came back into the clearing from a different direction, maybe half a football field away from our original departure point. Edward was there alone and Jacob headed toward him.

  “You can put me down now.”

  “I don’t want to take a chance of messing up the experiment.” His walk slowed and his arms tightened.

  “You are so annoying,” I muttered.

  “Thanks.”

  Out of nowhere, Jasper and Alice stood beside Edward. Jacob took one more step, and then set me down a half dozen feet from Edward. Without looking back at Jacob, I walked to Edward’s side and took his hand.

  “Well?” I asked.

  “As long as you don’t touch anything, Bella, I can’t imagine someone sticking their nose close enough to that trail to catch your scent,” Jasper said, grimacing. “It was almost completely obscured.”

  “A definite success,” Alice agreed, wrinkling her nose.

  “And it gave me an idea.”

  “Which will work,” Alice added confidently.

  “Clever,” Edward agreed.

  “How do you stand that?” Jacob muttered to me.

  Edward ignored Jacob and looked at me while he explained. “We’re — well, you’re — going to leave a false trail to the clearing, Bella. The newborns are hunting, your scent will excite them, and they’ll come exactly the way we want them to without being careful about it. Alice can already see that this will work. When they catch our scent, they’ll split up and try to come at us from two sides. Half will go through the forest, where her vision suddenly disappears. . . .”

  “Yes!” Jacob hissed.

  Edward smiled at him, a smile of true comradeship.

  I felt sick. How could they be so eager for this? How could I stand having both of them in danger? I couldn’t.

  I wouldn’t.

  “Not a chance,” Edward said suddenly, his voice disgusted. It made me jump, worrying that he’d somehow heard my resolve, but his eyes were on Jasper.

  “I know, I know,” Jasper said quickly. “I didn’t even consider it, not really.”

  Alice stepped on his foot.

  “If Bella was actually there in the clearing,” Jasper explained to her, “it would drive them insane. They wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything but her. It would make picking them off truly easy. . . .”

  Edward’s glare had Jasper backtracking.

  “Of course it’s too dangerous for her. It was just an errant thought,” he said quickly. But he looked at me from the corner of his eyes, and the look was wistful.

  “No,” Edward said. His voice rang with finality.

  “You’re right,” Jasper said. He took Alice’s hand and started back to the others. “Best two out of three?” I heard him ask her as they went to practice again.

  Jacob stared after him in disgust.

  “Jasper looks at things from a military perspective,” Edward quietly defended his brother. “He looks at all the options — it’s thoroughness, not callousness.”

  Jacob snorted.

  He’d edged closer unconsciously, drawn by his absorption in the planning. He stood only three feet from Edward now, and, standing there between them, I could feel the physical tension in the air. It was like static, an uncomfortable charge.

  Edward got back to business. “I’ll bring her here Friday afternoon to lay the false trail. You can meet us afterward, and carry her to a place I know. Completely out of the way, and easily defensible, not that it will come to that. I’ll take another route there.”

  “And then what? Leave her with a cell phone?” Jacob asked critically.

  “You have a better idea?”

  Jacob was suddenly smug. “Actually, I do.”

  “Oh. . . . Again, dog, not bad at all.”

  Jacob turned to me quickly, as if determined to play the good guy by keeping me in the conversation. “We tried to talk Seth into staying behind with the younger two. He’s still too young, but he’s stubborn and he’s resisting. So I thought of a new assignment for him — cell phone.”

  I tried to look like I got it. No one was fooled.

  “As long as Seth Clearwater is in his wolf form, he’ll be connected to the pack,” Edward said. “Distance isn’t a problem?” he added, turning to Jacob.

  “Nope.”

  “Three hundred miles?” Edward asked. “That’s impressive.”

  Jacob was the good guy again. “That’s the farthest we’ve ever gone to experiment,” he told me. “Still clear as a bell.”

  I nodded absently; I was reeling from the idea that little Seth Clearwater was already a werewolf, too, and that made it difficult to concentrate. I could see his bright smile, so much like a younger Jacob, in my head; he couldn’t be more than fifteen, if he was that. His enthusiasm at the council meeting bonfire suddenly took on new meaning. . . .

  “It’s a good idea.” Edward seemed reluctant to admit this. “I’ll feel better with Seth there, even without the instantaneous communication. I don’t know if I’d be able to leave Bella there alone. To think it’s come to this, though! Trusting werewolves!”

  “Fighting with vampires instead of against them!” Jacob mirrored Edward’s tone of disgust.

  “Well, you still get to fight against some of them,” Edward said.

  Jacob smiled. “That’s the reason we’re here.”

  19. SELFISH

  EDWARD CARRIED ME HOME IN HIS ARMS, EXPECTING that I wouldn’t be able to hang on. I must have fallen asleep on the way.

  When I woke up, I was in my bed and the dull light coming through my windows slanted in from a strange angle. Almost like it was afternoon.

  I yawned and stretched, my fingers searching for him and coming up empty.

  “Edward?” I mumbled.

  My seeking fingers encountered something cool and smooth. His hand.

  “Are you really awake this time?” he murmured.

  “Mmm,” I sighed in assent. “Have there been a lot of false alarms?”

  “You’ve been very restless — talking all day.”

  “All day?” I blinked and looked at the windows again.

  “You had a long night,” he said reassuringly. “You’d earned a day in bed.”

  I sat up, and my head spun. The light was coming in my window from the west. “Wow.”

  “Hungry?” he guessed. “Do you want breakfast in bed?”

  “I’ll get it,” I groaned, stretching again. “I need to get up and move around.”

  He held my hand on the way to the kitchen, eyeing me carefully, like I might fall over. Or maybe he thought I was sleepwalking.

  I kept it simple, throwing a couple of Pop-Tarts in the toaster. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflective chrome.

  “Ugh, I’m a mess.”

  “It was a long night,” he said again. “You should have stayed here and slept.”

  “Right! And missed everything. You know, you need to start accepting the fact that I’m part of the family now.”

  He smiled. “I could probably get used to that idea.”

  I sat down with my breakfast, and he sat next to me. When I lifted the Pop-Tart to take the first bite, I noticed him staring at my hand. I looked down, and saw that I was still wearing the gift that Jacob had given me at the party.

  “May I?” he asked, reaching for the tiny wooden wolf.

  I swallowed noisily. “Um, sure.”

  He moved his hand under the charm bracelet and balanced the little figurine in his snowy palm. For a fleeting moment, I was afraid. Just the slightest twist of his fingers could crush it into splinters.

  But of course Edward wouldn’t do that. I was embarrassed I’d even had the thought. He only weighed the wolf in his palm for a moment, and then let it fall. It swung lightly from my wrist.

  I tried to read the expression in his eyes. All I could see was thoughtfulness; he kept everything else hidden, if there was anything else.

  “Jacob Black can gi
ve you presents.”

  It wasn’t a question, or an accusation. Just a statement of fact. But I knew he was referring to my last birthday and the fit I’d thrown over gifts; I hadn’t wanted any. Especially not from Edward. It wasn’t entirely logical, and, of course, everyone had ignored me anyway. . . .

  “You’ve given me presents,” I reminded him. “You know I like the homemade kind.”

  He pursed his lips for a second. “How about hand-me-downs? Are those acceptable?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “This bracelet.” His finger traced a circle around my wrist. “You’ll be wearing this a lot?”

  I shrugged.

  “Because you wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings,” he suggested shrewdly.

  “Sure, I guess so.”

  “Don’t you think it’s fair, then,” he asked, looking down at my hand as he spoke. He turned it palm up, and ran his finger along the veins in my wrist. “If I have a little representation?”

  “Representation?”

  “A charm — something to keep me on your mind.”

  “You’re in every thought I have. I don’t need reminders.”

  “If I gave you something, would you wear it?” he pressed.

  “A hand-me-down?” I checked.

  “Yes, something I’ve had for a while.” He smiled his angel’s smile.

  If this was the only reaction to Jacob’s gift, I would take it gladly. “Whatever makes you happy.”

  “Have you noticed the inequality?” he asked, and his voice turned accusing. “Because I certainly have.”

  “What inequality?”

  His eyes narrowed. “Everyone else is able to get away with giving you things. Everyone but me. I would have loved to get you a graduation present, but I didn’t. I knew it would have upset you more than if anyone else did. That’s utterly unfair. How do you explain yourself?”

  “Easy.” I shrugged. “You’re more important than everyone else. And you’ve given me you. That’s already more than I deserve, and anything else you give me just throws us more out of balance.”

  He processed that for a moment, and then rolled his eyes. “The way you regard me is ludicrous.”

  I chewed my breakfast calmly. I knew he wouldn’t listen if I told him that he had that backward.

  Edward’s phone buzzed.

  He looked at the number before he opened it. “What is it, Alice?”

  He listened, and I waited for his reaction, suddenly nervous. But whatever she said didn’t surprise him. He sighed a few times.

  “I sort of guessed as much,” he told her, staring into my eyes, a disapproving arch to his brow. “She was talking in her sleep.”

  I flushed. What had I said now?

  “I’ll take care of it,” he promised.

  He glared at me as he shut his phone. “Is there something you’d like to talk to me about?”

  I deliberated for a moment. Given Alice’s warning last night, I could guess why she’d called. And then remembering the troubled dreams I’d had as I’d slept through the day — dreams where I chased after Jasper, trying to follow him and find the clearing in the maze-like woods, knowing I would find Edward there . . . Edward, and the monsters who wanted to kill me, but not caring about them because I’d already made my decision — I could also guess what Edward had overheard while I’d slept.

  I pursed my lips for a moment, not quite able to meet his gaze. He waited.

  “I like Jasper’s idea,” I finally said.

  He groaned.

  “I want to help. I have to do something,” I insisted.

  “It wouldn’t help to have you in danger.”

  “Jasper thinks it would. This is his area of expertise.”

  Edward glowered at me.

  “You can’t keep me away,” I threatened. “I’m not going to hide out in the forest while you all take risks for me.”

  Suddenly, he was fighting a smile. “Alice doesn’t see you in the clearing, Bella. She sees you stumbling around lost in the woods. You won’t be able to find us; you’ll just make it more time consuming for me to find you afterward.”

  I tried to keep as cool as he was. “That’s because Alice didn’t factor in Seth Clearwater,” I said politely. “If she had, of course, she wouldn’t have been able to see anything at all. But it sounds like Seth wants to be there as much as I do. It shouldn’t be too hard to persuade him to show me the way.”

  Anger flickered across his face, and then he took a deep breath and composed himself. “That might have worked . . . if you hadn’t told me. Now I’ll just ask Sam to give Seth certain orders. Much as he might want to, Seth won’t be able to ignore that kind of injunction.”

  I kept my smile pleasant. “But why would Sam give those orders? If I tell him how it would help for me to be there? I’ll bet Sam would rather do me a favor than you.”

  He had to compose himself again. “Maybe you’re right. But I’m sure Jacob would be only too eager to give those same orders.”

  I frowned. “Jacob?”

  “Jacob is second in command. Did he never tell you that? His orders have to be followed, too.”

  He had me, and by his smile, he knew it. My forehead crumpled. Jacob would be on his side — in this one instance — I was sure. And Jacob never had told me that.

  Edward took advantage of the fact that I was momentarily stumped, continuing in a suspiciously smooth and soothing voice.

  “I got a fascinating look into the pack’s mind last night. It was better than a soap opera. I had no idea how complex the dynamic is with such a large pack. The pull of the individual against the plural psyche . . . Absolutely fascinating.”

  He was obviously trying to distract me. I glared at him.

  “Jacob’s been keeping a lot of secrets,” he said with a grin.

  I didn’t answer, I just kept glaring, holding on to my argument and waiting for an opening.

  “For instance, did you note the smaller gray wolf there last night?”

  I nodded one stiff nod.

  He chuckled. “They take all of their legends so seriously. It turns out there are things that none of their stories prepared them for.”

  I sighed. “Okay, I’ll bite. What are you talking about?”

  “They always accepted without question that it was only the direct grandsons of the original wolf who had the power to transform.”

  “So someone changed who wasn’t a direct descendant?”

  “No. She’s a direct descendant, all right.”

  I blinked, and my eyes widened. “She?”

  He nodded. “She knows you. Her name is Leah Clearwater.”

  “Leah’s a werewolf!” I shrieked. “What? For how long? Why didn’t Jacob tell me?”

  “There are things he wasn’t allowed to share — their numbers, for instance. Like I said before, when Sam gives an order, the pack simply isn’t able to ignore it. Jacob was very careful to think of other things when he was near me. Of course, after last night that’s all out the window.”

  “I can’t believe it. Leah Clearwater!” Suddenly, I remembered Jacob speaking of Leah and Sam, and the way he acted as if he’d said too much — after he’d said something about Sam having to look in Leah’s eyes every day and know that he’d broken all his promises. . . . Leah on the cliff, a tear glistening on her cheek when Old Quil had spoken of the burden and sacrifice the Quileute sons shared. . . . And Billy, spending time with Sue because she was having trouble with her kids . . . and here the trouble actually was that both of them were werewolves now!

  I hadn’t given much thought to Leah Clearwater, just to grieve for her loss when Harry had passed away, and then to pity her again when Jacob had told her story, about how the strange imprinting between Sam and her cousin Emily had broken Leah’s heart.

  And now she was part of Sam’s pack, hearing his thoughts . . . and unable to hide her own.

  I really hate that part, Jacob had said. Everything you’re ashamed of, laid out for everyon
e to see.

  “Poor Leah,” I whispered.

  Edward snorted. “She’s making life exceedingly unpleasant for the rest of them. I’m not sure she deserves your sympathy.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s hard enough for them, having to share all their thoughts. Most of them try to cooperate, make it easier. When even one member is deliberately malicious, it’s painful for everyone.”

  “She has reason enough,” I mumbled, still on her side.

  “Oh, I know,” he said. “The imprinting compulsion is one of the strangest things I’ve ever witnessed in my life, and I’ve seen some strange things.” He shook his head wonderingly. “The way Sam is tied to his Emily is impossible to describe — or I should say her Sam. Sam really had no choice. It reminds me of A Midsummer Night’s Dream with all the chaos caused by the fairies’ love spells . . . like magic.” He smiled. “It’s very nearly as strong as the way I feel about you.”

  “Poor Leah,” I said again. “But what do you mean, malicious?”

  “She’s constantly bringing up things they’d rather not think of,” he explained. “For example, Embry.”

  “What’s with Embry?” I asked, surprised.

  “His mother moved down from the Makah reservation seventeen years ago, when she was pregnant with him. She’s not Quileute. Everyone assumed she’d left his father behind with the Makahs. But then he joined the pack.”

  “So?”

  “So the prime candidates for his father are Quil Ateara Sr., Joshua Uley, or Billy Black, all of them married at that point, of course.”

  “No!” I gasped. Edward was right — this was exactly like a soap opera.

  “Now Sam, Jacob, and Quil all wonder which of them has a half-brother. They’d all like to think it’s Sam, since his father was never much of a father. But the doubt is always there. Jacob’s never been able to ask Billy about that.”

  “Wow. How did you get so much in one night?”

  “The pack mind is mesmerizing. All thinking together and then separately at the same time. There’s so much to read!”