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I didn't really feel like staying at the house by myself. So I thought a nice long walk towards the meadows would help clear my head, and none of the disappearances that occured had happened around there, so I figured I could be safe.

I wrote a quick note for Charlie, in case he got home before I did, letting him know where I would be and what time I would be back. I grabbed a jacket from the rack and walked out the door slightly chilled from the brisk air.

It was a nice day out, slightly cloudy but you could make out the sun from the clouds, like a bright white circle. I was right, it was peaceful and the first time I felt at ease since finding out I was pregnant. I basically wandered around aimlessly, not really paying attention to where I was going, before I knew it I was back in the meadow...HIS meadow. I held my breath as I looked around these surroundings, I waited for the pain to come, I waited for myself to break down, to cry, to his voice but nothing came. I was shocked. I couldn't believe it.

Before I could contemplate any further, I heard a rustle in the back. I turned around and found myself looking at a pair of very familiar red eyes.

"Laurent!" I cried out.

He looked at me in confusing, then his eyes lit in recognition, "Bella?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked, more like demanded. Where had this backbone come from?

"I'm here as a favor to Victoria." Laurent explained, "She called me here to enlist my help in a certain...quest for her."

"What kind of quest?" I asked.

Laurent gave a small laugh, as if I was some ignorant little child. "Why her quest for vengance against the Cullens, of course. She wasn't too happy with the fact that your mate killed James, so she felt it was time to return the favor, a mate for a mate I suppose you could say."

Suddenly everything clicked for me.

"It's not going to work." I said, trying to bluff my way out of this situation. "They're gone, Edward and I aren't together anymore. There's no point in her trying to kill me."

Laurent gave that eerie chuckle of his again, "I suppose you're right, if they don't value you anymore using you as vengance would be futile."

Bella still couldn't relax, even though he had said what she wanted to hear, she knew that he wasn't over yet.

"I suppose that means that I can devour you with no consequece."

Immeadiately I went into panic mode, I knew what he was planning to do and if it was just me, I wouldn't have cared less...but it wasn't just me anymore.

"Please, please don't do this." I begged thinking of my baby, Jacob's baby. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to protect my baby as best as possible.

Laurent got in front of me, shushing me as if I were just a temperate little kid.

"Don't worry," He soothed, "It will be quick and painless."

"No." I whispered, "Please."

Just as Laurent was about to sink his teeth into me, he looked behind me and his eyes widened in fear. I was confused, what on earth could he be afraid of?

I got my answer when he took off running, right behind him three or four giant wolves came running after him. I was so shocked at the sight I could do nothing more than just stare ahead as they chased him down the woods. Just when I was starting to wrap my head around what I just saw, a movement at the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned to see a russet-colored wolf slowing down to a walk right beside me. It never stopped moving, but it never took it's eyes off my face. As I looked into it's eyes I knew the truth. I just knew.

Flashback mode.

"Did you know that Quiliettes were descended from wolves?"

"My grandfather supposedly made some kind of treaty, that if they stayed off Quiliette lands, then we wouldn't expose them.

The Cold ones only have one enemy.


End flashback

I literelly felt the wind get knocked out of me, I fell to my knees and tried to take deep breaths to calm myself.

Jacob was a wolf, a werewolf.

The father of my child was a werewolf.

Edward was right, I do attract trouble.

Time escaped me as I stayed in that same spot, replaying my revelation over and over. Before I knew it, the sun was beginning to set, signaling the end of the day. I had to get home and tell Charlie. I needed to find a way to convince him to call off his search without jeopardizing Jacob.

I started walking down the trail back to my car. A flash of movement caught my eye. Against my better judgement I followed it, my curiosity getting the better of me, thinking I would see the wolves again. I turned a corner and there was the center of my nightmares.

Victoria in a her fiery-headed glory stood among the trees. She gave me a predatory smirk, and crouched ready to pounce on me. However a shot rang in the air, interrupting our staredown. I looked to the left, and saw Harry Clearwater, a good friend of my dad's, standing there with his gun raised, smoke coming out of the barrel, with a look of utter fearlessness.

Before I could even respond Victoria was right in front of him, grabbing him by the neck, holding him in the air.

"Noo!" I cried out, running towards them hoping I could find some way to stop her.

It turns out I didn't have to. Seemingly out of nowhere, a wolf had rushed out of the bushes and tackled Victoria to the ground. The force caused her to drop Harry and she was pushed out of sight doing battle with the wolf. I ran towards Harry to check on him, and when I felt his pulse disappear my heart froze in fear.

I immediately started doing chest compressions and gave him mouth to mouth, trying my best to bring life into him.

"Harry come on." I begged, "Don't do this. You can't do this to my dad, he's already lost one friend this past year, he can't lose another. Harry don't die! Think about your family, Sue, Leah and Seth! They still need you! Harry come on! Breathe!"

As if her words were magic, Harry's eyes flew open and he began to cough, I gave a huge sigh of relief and tears were building up in my eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

Harry seemed a little delirious, as if he didn't know who I was.

"Bella?" he asked me.

I heard footsteps and the sound of my dad's voice. Help was coming, thank god.

"Make sure that Dad calls an ambulence ok?" I said gently, "You need to get checked out by a doctor. And please don't tell my dad I was here. I'll tell him later."

Harry nodded numbly, he still didn't seem completely aware of what was going on.

I walked away, once I was sure Harry would get some help and I walked back towards my car.

The drive home seemed a lot shorter, but I had other things on my mind. The most important was that I just discovered that my best friend was a werewolf... and he was killing people?

That didn't sound right, I know for a fact that Jacob would never harm another soul. Then I remembered Victoria and Laurent, suddenly it clicked. It was them, they were the ones killing people not Jacob!

I sagged into the table putting my head in my arms. The days events finally catching up to me. I knew that I should've started dinner, but I was too tired, and Charlie didn't mind ordering pizza again. I was about to go upstairs to take a small nap when the house phone rang. I groaned and dragged myself to the phone, forcing myself not to snap at the other person on the line.


"Hello?" a females voice was on the other line. "Is this Bella Swan?"

"Yes this is she." I said, pushing the hair out of my face.

"My name is Betty, I work at Forks General Hospital."

Yes, is there a problem?" I asked, thinking it was about Harry Clearwater.

"I'm very sorry Ms. Swan," Rhonda said, "but this is about your father Chief Swan. I'm afraid there's been an accident."

(I seriously considered stopping here, but since it's been awhile that I've update ANY of my stories, I thought you guys deserved more.)

All I could hear was Charlie and Accident, and my world stopped.

"I'm sorry?" I said in a shaky voice, not quite believing what I was hearing.

"Your father was following an ambulence to the hospital, it seems he lost control of the car and crashed off the highway. He was brought into the ER twenty minutes ago. Ms. Swan he's in critical condition and we need you to come in."

"Yes, I'm coming. I'm coming right now!" I said, already grabbing my purse and keys, dropping the phone with a clatter.

I rushed down the stairs and yanked the door to my car, all the while praying over and over that my father would be okay.

"Please be alive."

I arrived at the hospital, rushing past the hospital staff and other patients, heading for the clerks desk.

"I got a call about my dad. Chief Swan." I said, "I'm Bella and someone told me he was in an accident."

"Bella Swan?"

I turned around to see a man in his late-forties or early fifties, with graying hair.

"Yes, are you my father's doctor?" I asked, "Is he alright? Can I see him right now?"

The doctor had a somber look on his face and took my arm trying to lead me away, "Ms. Swan, why don't we go somewhere more private."

As soon as he said those words I knew what had happened.

"No." I breathed out, then I got angry, "No, no, no, NO! NO! He's not dead, He's NOT DEAD!"

I began to beat his chest with my fists, "What did you do! What did you do! You were supposed to save him! He's not supposed to die!"

My anger soon turned to sorrow, I collapsed against the doctor and cried into his chest, repeating the word 'no' again and again.

It wouldn't matter how hard I wished, or how many times I said it, the truth would always be the same.

My father was dead.