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〃Yeah。　Annoying　is　a　good　word。　They're　always　showing　off—like　the　cliff　thing。　They　act　like…　like；　I　
don't　know。　Like　tough　guys。　I　was　hanging　out　at　the　store　with　Embry　and　Quil　once；　last　semester；　and　
Sam　came　by　with　his　followers；　Jared　and　Paul。　Quil　said　something；　you　know　how　he's　got　a　big　
mouth；　and　it　pissed　Paul　off。　His　eyes　got　all　dark；　and　he　sort　of　smiled—no；　he　showed　his　teeth　but　
he　didn't　smile—and　it　was　like　he　was　so　mad　he　was　shaking　or　something。　But　Sam　put　his　hand　
against　Paul's　chest　and　shook　his　head。　Paul　looked　at　him　for　a　minute　and　calmed　down。　Honestly；　it　
was　like　Sam　was　holding　him　back—like　Paul　was　going　to　tear　us　up　if　Sam　didn't　stop　him。〃　He　
groaned。　〃Like　a　bad　western。　You　know；　Sam's　a　pretty　big　guy；　he's　twenty。　But　Paul's　just　sixteen；　
too；　shorter　than　me　and　not　as　beefy　as　Quil。　I　think　any　one　of　us　could　take　him。〃　

〃Tough　guys；〃　I　agreed。　I　could　see　it　in　my　head　as　he　described　it；　and　it　reminded　me　of　something…　a　
trio　of　tall；　dark　men　standing　very　still　and　close　together　in　my　father's　living　room。　The　picture　was　
sideways；　because　my　head　was　lying　against　the　couch　while　Dr。　Gerandy　and　Charlie　leaned　over　
me…　Had　that　been　Sam's　gang？　

I　spoke　quickly　again　to　divert　myself　from　the　bleak　memories。　〃Isn't　Sam　a　little　too　old　for　this　kind　of　
thing？〃　

〃Yeah。　He　was　supposed　to　go　to　college；　but　he　stayed。　And　no　one　gave　him　any　crap　about　it；　either。　
The　whole　council　pitched　a　fit　when　my　sister　turned　down　a　partial　scholarship　and　got　married。　But；　oh　
no；　Sam　Uley　can　do　no　wrong。〃　

His　face　was　set　in　unfamiliar　lines　of　outrage—outrage　and　something　else　I　didn't　recognize　at　first。　

〃It　all　sounds　really　annoying　and…　strange。　But　I　don't　get　why　you're　taking　it　so　personally。〃　I　peeked　
over　at　his　face；　hoping　I　hadn't　offended　him。　He　was　suddenly　calm；　staring　out　the　side　window。　

〃You　just　missed　the　turn；〃　he　said　in　an　even　voice。　

I　executed　a　very　wide　U…turn；　nearly　hitting　a　tree　as　my　circle　ran　the　truck　halfway　off　the　road。　

〃Thanks　for　the　heads…up；〃　I　muttered　as　I　started　up　the　side　road。　

〃Sorry；　I　wasn't　paying　attention。〃　

It　was　quiet　for　a　brief　minute。　

〃You　can　stop　anywhere　along　here；〃　he　said　softly。　

I　pulled　over　and　cut　the　engine。　My　ears　rang　in　the　silence　that　followed。　We　both　got　out；　and　Jacob　
headed　around　to　the　back　to　get　the　bikes。　I　tried　to　read　his　expression。　Something　more　was　bothering　
him。　I'd　hit　a　nerve。　

He　smiled　halfheartedly　as　he　pushed　the　red　bike　to　my　side。　〃Happy　late　birthday。　Are　you　ready　for　

this？〃　

〃I　think　so。〃　The　bike　suddenly　looked　intimidating；　frightening；　as　I　realized　I　would　soon　be　astride　it。　

〃We'll　take　it　slow；〃　he　promised。　I　gingerly　leaned　the　motorcycle　against　the　truck's　fender　while　he　
went　to　get　his。　

〃Jake…〃I　hesitated　as　he　came　back　around　the　truck。　

〃Yeah？〃　

〃What's　really　bothering　you？　About　the　Sam　thing；　I　mean？　Is　there　something　else？〃　I　watched　his　face。　
He　grimaced；　but　he　didn't　seem　angry。　He　looked　at　the　dirt　and　kicked　his　shoe　against　the　front　tire　of　
his　bike　again　and　again；　like　he　was　keeping　time。　

He　sighed。　〃It's　just…　the　way　they　treat　me。　It　creeps　me　out。〃　The　words　started　to　rush　out　now。　〃You　
know；　the　council　is　supposed　to　be　made　up　of　equals；　but　if　there　was　a　leader；　it　would　be　my　dad。　
I've　never　been　able　to　figure　out　why　people　treat　him　the　way　they　do。　Why　his　opinion　counts　the　
most。　It's　got　something　to　do　with　his　father　and　his　father's　father。　My　great…grandpa；　Ephraim　Black；　
was　sort　of　the　last　chief　we　had；　and　they　still　listen　to　Billy；　maybe　because　of　that。　

〃But　I'm　just　like　everyone　else。　Nobody　treats　me　special…　until　now。〃　

That　caught　me　off　guard。　〃Sam　treats　you　special？〃　

〃Yeah；〃　he　agreed；　looking　up　at　me　with　troubled　eyes。　〃He　looks　at　me　like　he's　waiting　for　
something…　like　I'm　going　to　join　his　stupid　gang　someday。　He　pays　more　attention　to　me　than　any　of　the　
other　guys。　I　hate　it。〃　

〃You　don't　have　to　join　anything。〃　My　voice　was　angry。　This　was　really　upsetting　Jacob；　and　that　
infuriated　me。　Who　did　these　〃protectors〃　think　they　were？　

〃Yeah。〃　His　foot　kept　up　its　rhythm　against　the　tire。　

〃What？〃　I　could　tell　there　was　more。　

He　frowned；　his　eyebrows　pulling　up　in　a　way　that　looked　sad　and　worried　rather　than　angry。　〃It's　
Embry。　He's　been　avoiding　me　lately。〃　

The　thoughts　didn't　seem　connected；　but　I　wondered　if　I　was　to　blame　for　the　problems　with　his　friend。　
〃You've　been　hanging　out　with　me　a　lot；〃　I　reminded　him；　feeling　selfish。　I'd　been　monopolizing　him。　

〃No；　that's　not　it。　It's　not　just　me—it's　Quil；　too；　and　everyone。　Embry　missed　a　week　of　school；　but　he　
was　never　home　when　we　tried　to　see　him。　And　when　he　came　back；　he　looked…　he　looked　freaked　
out。　Terrified。　Quil　and　I　both　tried　to　get　him　to　tell　us　what　was　wrong；　but　he　wouldn't　talk　to　either　
one　of　us。〃　

I　stared　at　Jacob；　biting　my　lip　anxiously—he　was　really　frightened。　But　he　didn't　look　at　me。　He　watched　
his　own　foot　kicking　the　rubber　as　if　it　belonged　to　someone　else。　The　tempo　increased。　

〃Then　this　week；　out　of　nowhere；　Embry's　hanging　out　with　Sam　and　the　rest　of　them。　He　was　out　on　the　
cliffs　today。〃　His　voice　was　low　and　tense。　

He　finally　looked　at　me。　〃Bella；　they　bugged　him　even　more　than　they　bother　me。　He　didn't　want　anything　
to　do　with　them。　And　now　Embry's　following　Sam　around　like　he's　joined　a　cult。　

〃And　that's　the　way　it　was　with　Paul。　Just　exactly　the　same。　He　wasn't　friends　with　Sam　at　all。　Then　he　
stopped　coming　to　school　for　a　few　weeks；　and；　when　he　came　back；　suddenly　Sam　owned　him。　I　don't　
know　what　it　means。　I　can't　figure　it　out；　and　I　feel　like　I　have　to；　because　Embry's　my　friend　and…　
Sam's　looking　at　me　funny　。　。　and…〃　He　trailed　off。　

〃Have　you　talked　to　Billy　about　this？〃　I　asked。　His　horror　was　spreading　to　me。　I　had　chills　running　on　the　
back　of　my　neck。　

Now　there　was　anger　on　his　face。　〃Yes；〃　he　snorted。　〃That　was　helpful。〃　

〃What　did　he　say？〃　

Jacob's　expression　was　sarcastic；　and　when　he　spoke；　his　voice　mocked　the　deep　tones　of　his　father's　
voice。　〃It's　nothing　you　need　to　worry　about　now；　Jacob。　In　a　few　years；　if　you　don't…　well；　I'll　explain　
later。〃　And　then　his　voice　was　his　own。　〃What　am　I　supposed　to　get　from　that？　Is　he　trying　to　say　it's　
some　stupid　puberty；　coming…of…age　thing？　This　is　something　else。　Something　wrong。〃　

He　was　biting　his　lower　lip　and　clenching　his　hands。　He　looked　like　he　was　about　to　cry。　

I　threw　my　arms　around　him　instinctively；　wrapping　them　around　his　waist　and　pressing　my　face　against　
his　chest。　He　was　so　big；　I　felt　like　I　was　a　child　hugging　a　grown…up。　

〃Oh；　Jake；　it'll　be　okay！〃　I　promised。　〃If　it　gets　worse　you　can　come　live　with　me　and　Charlie。　Don't　be　
scared；　we'll　think　of　something！〃　

He　was　frozen　for　a　second；　and　then　his　long　arms　wrapped　hesitantly　around　me。　〃Thanks；　Bella。〃　His　
voice　was　huskier　than　usual。　

We　stood　like　that　for　a　moment；　and　it　didn't　upset　me；　in　fact；　I　felt　comforted　by　the　contact。　This　
didn't　feel　anything　like　the　last　time　someone　had　embraced　me　this　way。　This　was　friendship。　And　Jacob　
was　very　warm。　

It　was　strange　for　me；　being　this　close—emotionally　rather　than　physically；　though　the　physical　was　
strange　for　me；　too—to　another　human　being。　It　wasn't　my　usual　style。　I　didn't　normally　relate　to　people　
so　easily；　on　such　a　basic　level。　

Not　human　beings。　

〃If　this　is　how　you're　going　to　react；　I'll　freak　out　more　often。〃　Jacob's　voice　was　light；　normal　again；　and　
his　laughter　rumbled　against　my　ear。　His　fingers　touched　my　hair；　soft　and　tentative。　

Well；　it　was　friendship　for　me。　

I　pulled　away　quickly；　laughing　with　him；　but　determined　to　put　things　back　in　perspective　at　once。　

〃It's　hard　to　believe　I'm　two　years　older　than　you；〃　I　said；　emphasizing　the　word　older。　〃You　make　me　
feel　like　a　dwarf。〃　Standing　this　close　to　him；　I　really　had　to　crane　my　neck　to　see　his　face。　

〃You're　forgetting　I'm　in　my　forties；　of　course。〃　

〃Oh；　that's　right。〃　

He　patted　my　head。　〃You're　like　a　little　doll；〃　he　teased。　〃A　porcelain　doll。〃　

I　rolled　my　eyes；　taking　another　step　away。　〃Let's　not　start　with　the　albino　cracks。〃　

〃Seriously；　Bella；　are　you　sure　you're　not？〃　He　stretched　his　russet　arm　out　next　to　mine。　The　difference　
wasn't　flattering。　〃I've　never　seen　anyone　paler　than　you…　well；　except　for—〃　He　broke　off；　and　I　
looked　away；　trying　to　not　understand　what　he　had　been　about　to　say。　

〃So　are　we　going　to　ride　or　what？〃　

〃Let's　do　it；〃　I　agreed；　more　enthusiastic　than　I　would　have　been　half　a　minute　ago。　His　unfinished　
sentence　reminded　me　of　why　I　was　here。　

8。　ADRENALINE　




〃OKAY；　WHERE'S　YOUR　CLUTCH？〃　

I　pointed　to　the　lever　on　my　left　handlebar。　Letting　go　of　the　grip　was　a　mistake。　The　heavy　bike　wobbled　
underneath　me；　threatening　to　knock　me　sidewise。　I　grabbed　the　handle　again；　trying　to　hold　it　straight。　

〃Jacob；　it　won't　stay　up；〃　I　complained。　

〃It　will　when　you're　moving；〃　he　pro