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Here you go people! The last chapter to this story! I want to thank all of my reviewers---your words inspired me to finish this and to try and update quickly. The reason I haven't updated THIS chapter as quickly as the others is that I wasn't sure HOW I wanted to end this, with a definite ending, or a straight out sequel teasing, or ending it with a hint of a sequel maybe in the future…it depended on that answer how I wrote this.

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There were many advantages to being a tracker, but when you were as good as James things were easy for you—ridiculously so. For example, it'd been easy into fooling everyone into believing that he and his clan were gone, left Forks forever, and yet here he was.

It'd been a good thing he'd noticed the girl-turned-vampire. He remembered her despite her now short, spiky hairstyle. She'd been some human in a loony bin with premonitions that'd caught his attention many years ago. The thought of the fear she'd feel as she kept on seeing her death at his hangs had made her his obsession, but that stupid caretaker at the asylum had taken her and turned her before he could reach her.

So, having seen the one that literally got away, he'd been warned that there was one who would be able to tell his plans and their consequences before he even started doing anything.

James had changed his intentions, planning on leaving and not hurting anyone in Forks for now, and she must have picked up on those intentions because the tension palpable in the air had disappeared, and both the wolf and vampire clans had stopped their rigorous patrols every day and night.

Things had calmed down, and while his clan was in a nearby city enjoying themselves, James had remained behind, hidden and inconspicuous, watching, intrigued.

The wolf was a pariah.

Wolves were family-oriented creatures, always yearning for their packmates, so this was even more intriguing for the tracker as he continued to follow the wolf from the shadows, hiding his scent as such to not be discovered. He noticed that even with that extra cautious measure the wolf would pause sometimes during the day or night and look around him, sniffing the air as if trying to pick up a scent that intrigued him.

Every time that happened something in James' stomach shifted and clenched in an odd, human sort of way, and his intrigue and curiosity about the wolf grew. He wondered how this wolf could pick up his scent—no matter how brief—when not even the best of trackers in the world could get even the faintest whiff of it if James didn't allow them to. And why did the wolf smell so good?

And that smell bothered James because it attracted him, lured him in. It was a dangerous scent. It didn't make him hungry, no, it would have been better if it just affected his bloodlust. No, that scent was welcoming and refreshing and calming, and he had a feeling it was addictive, because he'd grown to subconsciously search that scent out and had an odd, ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach after a certain amount of time of not inhaling it.

"Did Charlie give you any trouble about coming here tonight?" Edward Cullen's voice broke James out of his thoughts as he returned his gaze to the two below, conversing together around the camp they'd set up.

As always whenever he saw them together, that something inside James clenched nearly painfully and he narrowed his eyes, annoyed for some reason he couldn't understand. Another mystery of this wolf—he was with a vampire. While there was a faint trace of Edward's scent on the wolf, it was Jacob's scent that encircled his partner, engrained in his every pore.

And that annoyed James even more though he didn't know why.

"No," Jacob Black, as he'd learnt was the wolf's name, grinned from where he was taking off his jacket despite the cold of the night, folding it and placing it on a neat heap on the ground. "But he did do a good imitation of a fish out of water when he found out I'd be out and spending the night with you. His mouth kept opening and closing wordlessly over and over again." That grin grew mischievous. "I kinda felt sorry for the guy."

Edwards chuckled in amusement, dark eyes roaming the native's toned, tanned chest as Jacob pulled off his shirt and began folding that.

James felt a growl growing in his throat but he bit it back before it was completely out of his mouth.

Jacob paused and looked in his direction with curiosity, as if he'd picked up the soft sound and was wondering where it'd come from. "Did you hear that?"

Edward tore his lust-filled gaze from the wolf and looked around. "No. Maybe it was a grizzly or mountain lion?" He sounded hopeful, his gaze dark and the circles under his eyes even darker from his need to feed.

"Maybe." And again the wolf sniffed the air tentatively.

That feeling in James' stomachchurned, making him lean back harder against the tree he was resting on, watching the others from his hiding place.

"What is it?" Edward asked, eyes growing serious.

"It's---nothing." Jacob was slow to answer before turning to his partner, a smirk on his face as he began to undo the buttons of his jeans. "It was most probably just your stomach growling."

Edward made a face at him for that.

"So what are we hunting?" The wolf asked nonchalantly as he shimmied out of his jeans and underwear, standing before them in his naked glory, looking completely unconcerned as he folded the last article of clothing.

James' eyes widened at the sight and quickly turned away, that feeling clenching tighter and tighter until it was almost too painful to bear. His breathing got harsher, and if it wasn't for the fact that he needed his ability to scent out his enemy now more than ever he would have stopped breathing altogether because this response of his body's was disconcerting to say the least.

What the hell was going on with him?

"Grizzly." Edward answered with a smirk. "This is going to be an interesting night."

"Sure." That grin was more and more mischievous by the minute. "Just try to keep up---old man."

James turned back in time to see Jacob shifting, his body stretching, muscles clenching, and then he was gone and a large russet wolf stood in his place.

"Who are you calling old man?" Edward glared at the wolf, whose eyes gleamed cheekily at him before it turned on its paws and began running away in the opposite direction, obviously having scented out a prey and leading the hunt. "Cheeky runt." Shaking his head in amusement, Edward took off after him.

Wondering why his knees felt weak, James leaned even harder against the tree, a muscle jumping in his cheek at the annoyance and anger he felt mixing inside of him.

What was he doing?

Why was he here?

Why was he spying on the wolf and his pathetic little vampire partner?

"Damn if I know." Sighing, James hated himself as he began to follow from a distance, watching wolf and vampire work together like a pack of two, stalking a lone, irritated grizzly, the creature not even noticing that its time was drawing nigh.

They worked in synch, like a perfect pair, finally making their presence known to the creature, who growled threateningly at whomever had dared disturb it while it was in this mood. The wolf and vampire circled their prey, snarls and growls escaping each as they took menacing steps towards the creature and then jumped back out of the way of large, deadly claws swung in their direction.

The chase was on as the grizzly, obviously finally realizing that he wasn't winning this, made a dash for it, the creature amazingly fast despite its large bulk. The wolf and vampire chased after it, and James paused, feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket.

The tracker between the desire to see how the hunt ended and answering, before cursing softly under his breath and pressing the speak button, placing the cellular to his escape. "What do you want?"

"My, my, someone is in a bad mood." Victoria's voice, which was always tinged with a hint of sensuality, spoke.

"I'm not going to ask it again." James was irritated and not ashamed to take it out on the female.

"You know, one day I'm going to get so irritated with you I'll forget you're our leader and remind you how to talk to a lady."

The blonde took in a deep breath. "Sister or not, I will hurt you the next time I see you if you don't get to the fucking point."

She sighed in a sibling sign of annoyance before speaking. "Brother, you have to come back. The others are wondering where you are, and Laurent is being a pain in the ass as always. If you don't come back soon I will have to rip off his head—along with other appendages—and burn him."

"I left you in charge while I am gone." James pointed out, running his long, pale fingers through blonde hair. "If you don't like Laurent deal with him as you see fit."

Victoria growled in annoyance, and sounded like she was trying not to shriek. "Get your ass back here! What the hell is so interesting in Forks that you stayed behind after forcing us to leave? You're our leader! You should be here with us! I don't want to have to deal with these losers anymore!" The last sentence was uttered with an utterly pathetic whine.

James closed his eyes. "I'll leave tomorrow night."

"Thank you." Victoria exhaled in relief before ending the phone call now that she'd gotten her way.

Sighing, James snapped the phone shut and looked up at the sound of a cry of pain and the metallic scent of blood that filled the air. Apparently he'd missed the climax of the hunt, and he was surprised at how disappointed he was. It was all his stupid sister's fault calling him for such a stupid reason.

He growled.

It wasn't that he didn't like being the boss of the coven, oh, no, he loved that position of power, but for some reason he couldn't find the will to tear himself away from this boring little town.

Or from the woods for that matter.

Sighing, James went to his perch above the campsite and hid himself, waiting impatiently, looking around and wondering how long they would be gone, how long it would take for the other vampire to finish feeding.

Impatience wore out and James found himself inside of the camp itself, hiding his scent completely to avoid detection, looking through the one tent perched in the middle of the campsite. Inside were a couple of sleeping bags and some backpacks filled with clothes and other sorts of things.

Sniffing he found the one that smelt of the wolf and curiously looked through the contents of the bag. There were clothes, a knife, some schoolbooks, a flashlight, and a small round container with something called KY Jelly.

He didn't know what it was exactly, but when he read the back of the container he dropped it with a strangled cry as if he'd been burnt.

The tracker dropped his head, his hair falling in his face and shadowing it as he gathered his wits to him once more, unable to understand why he was acting so weird, why a sudden anger and darkness churned inside of him hungrily, viciously.

It wasn't his business.

And yet he couldn't help himself from grabbing the container once more and stuffing it spitefully into his pant's pocket before storming out of the tent. He looked around the camp and noticed something on top of the bundle of clothes neatly folded on the ground.

Stalking towards the clothes, James picked up the necklace, looking at the wolf totem carved into wood hanging from the chain. It reeked of Jacob, and without even realizing what he was doing, James had brought it to his nose and he'd taken a deep whiff of that scent, another growl escaping from his lips as he took another whiff, and another, tightening his hold on the necklace.

His eyes slowly closed as he inhaled that scent, the growl mixed with a rough purr.

Ever since he'd come to Forks that elusive scent had been calling him, and when he'd finally given into his curiosity and found the young man it came from, leaning against a wall at the mall looking bored and a little trouble—well, James had been so distracted he'd let himself be seen. And then he'd let himself be tracked, surprised to find out that the one with the scent that drove him crazy was a dog.

And now everything was messed up.

Sensing their scent in the breeze, James' bronze-tinted eyes opened and in seconds he was hurrying away to his hiding place, secure in the fact that they'd never be able to scent him.

He perched in his hiding place, watching as first Edward, and then the wolf returned. Both were covered in blood and both looked satisfied, pleased--smug.

He wondered what the wolf looked like when going for the kill.

Stifling that thought, James looked down at his hand and was surprised to realize that he still had the necklace. He looked down at the wolf totem, wondering what the world he was doing. Not only was he stalking a dog, but he was hunting animals and drinking their blood to keep from being detected by the wolves and vampire clan.

He was being reduced to this pathetic shell. Hell, he was almost as pathetic as the vampire the dog always hung around.

The dog's lover.

Taking in a deep breath, James looked up when he sensed movement in the camp and watched as the vampire and wolf took off in the direction of the small river a little ways back, obviously going to bathe and get rid of the blood covering them. James fought the urge to follow and instead stayed where he was.

This was the perfect opportunity to sneak back in the camp and return the wolf's necklace before it was even discovered missing.

And yet---and yet James stayed where he was, and with a determined, exaggerated movement, pulled the chain over his head and let the pendant fall back against his cold skin.

He refused to ponder his actions, instead wondered how long it took to for those two to bathe. It'd been a while since they'd returned, and against his better judgment he found himself on the ground once more, tracking the wolf's scent until it led him to the river.

It was already dark, but James could see perfectly in the shadows, so it only took one glance to see that neither of his targets were in the water. For a moment he wondered if they'd realized he was following and were waiting to grab him, but then a guttural moan from the other side of the embankment caught his attention and his bronze-colored eyes, tinted differently from the mixture of both human and animal blood within him, noticed what he should have moments ago.

James forgot to breathe.

On his hands and knees on the dirt by the side of the river, Edward whimpered and gasped alternately, the sound pleading and desperate, filled with both agony and pleasure.

But that wasn't what had James in shock.

Behind Edward, Jacob Black knelt, mouth slightly open, eyes closed, face an expression of bliss as he slowly pulled out of the vampire before pushing in again, rocking the body connected with his own. His tanned skin was wet from the bath, droplets of water cascading down tanned, toned muscles that clenched and contracted as he dug his fingers into Edward's hips and began to thrust harder.

"Jacob!" Edward gasped, the sound so desperate so needy, so filled with want.

The only answer the wolf gave him was to let go of his hips and drape his chest over Edward's back, curling one arm around Edward and keeping himself upright with the other to the ground. His lips and teeth teased the skin of the vampire's neck, and even from this distance James could hear the wolf whispering Edward's name again and again against his skin as he continued to thrust in and out.

This new position seemed so, so, so intimate. It wasn't fucking, not exactly. Jacob seemed to be worshipping Edward's body, and while James had always sniggered at the thought of homosexual coupling, always made crude remarks against any fool who'd allow himself to be bottom, the tracker found himself hard and aching as he watched them, recognizing this feeling for what it was.

Want.

Finally he understood at least one of the many confusing and frustrating feelings he'd been experiencing ever since he came to this godforsaken little town.

"God, Edward." Jacob's voice was huskier, deeper, throatier with need as his hips rocked, and he shifted slightly, hitting something that had Edward whimpering, begging.

"Again." Edward cried out, pushing back against his lover. "Do that again."

Jacob chuckled with dark, satisfied amusement, and the sound went right to James' cock, causing it to jerk painfully.

The tracker's eyes widened, unable to tear his eyes from the wolf, jerking in shock when he realized that his hand was beginning to rub the erection pressing painfully against the fabric of his pants.

"Edward…" Jacob's voice was possessive, his hold on the vampire loosening as he trailed his hand down the vampire's stomach before those tanned fingers curled around Edward, pumping him in time to each thrust. "You're all I want…"

Envy.

"And you're mine." Edward's voice was that of a man who, while being claimed himself, knew he had claimed the wolf as his, and was secure in that knowledge.

Jacob closed his eyes tightly, moaning. "Yes."

Jealousy.

They continued to move and moan and whisper to each other, and James was frozen solid, watching from his hidden place until Edward cried out, throwing his head back, spurting all over his stomach, Jacob's hand, and the ground---and seconds later the wolf let out a growl as he came as well, seeming to try and bury himself in his partner as his thrusts grew desperate.

And then it was over and they were laying down on the cold, damp ground, curled around each other, faces inches apart, still talking, still whispering.

Jacob smiled at something Edward whispered before capturing his lips in a slow, tender kiss.

Anger.

James had turned and was running away before he even realized what he was doing. He hurried away, his body trembling, a snarl caught in his throat. He continued running till he was miles away, and that's when he sunk to the ground.

He was still trembling.

Mine.

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With a gasp, Alice came out of her vision, eyes wide in shock.

"Uh oh."

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Lol. I know it's evil to end it there, but what can I say? I wanted to add another chapter with James in it and so I did it in the quasi-epilogue.

There is a sequel planned. Not sure when it'll come out seeing as I should finish the stories I left in hiatus to dedicate time to this one. Plus, I finished reading Twilight, and I want to read New Moon before doing the sequel for some reason.

Oh well, thank you for coming this far, and I hope that you enjoyed it!

Shadowglove