3 eclipse月食-第65节
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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 — inthis
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 everyone 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！”
He sounded faintly regretful； like someone who’d had to put down a good book just before the climax。 I
laughed。
“The pack is fascinating；” I agreed。 “Almost as fascinating as you are when you’re trying to distract me。”
His expression became polite again — a perfect poker face。
“I have to be in that clearing； Edward。”
“No；” he said in a very final tone。
A certain path occurred to me at that moment。
It wasn’t so much that I had to be in the clearing。 I just had to be where Edward was。
Cruel； I accused myself。 Selfish； selfish； selfish！ Don’t do it！
I ignored my better instincts。 I couldn’t look at him while I spoke； though。 The guilt had my eyes glued to
the table。
“Okay； look； Edward；” I whispered。 “Here’s the thing 。 。 。 I’ve already gone crazy once。 I know what my
limits are。 And I can’t stand it if you leave me again。”
I didn’t look up to see his reaction； afraid to know how much pain I was inflicting。 I did hear his sudden
intake of breath and the silence that followed。 I stared at the dark wooden tabletop； wishing I could take the
words back。 But knowing I probably wouldn’t。 Not if it worked。
Suddenly； his arms were around me； his hands stroking my face； my arms。 He was comforting me。 The
guilt went into spiral mode。 But the survival instinct was stronger。 There was no question that he was
fundamental to my survival。
“You know it’s not like that； Bella；” he murmured。 “I won’t be far； and it will be over quickly。”
“I can’t stand it；” I insisted； still staring down。 “Not knowing whether or not you’ll come back。 How do I
live through that； no matter how quickly it’s over？”
He sighed。 “It’s going to be easy； Bella。 There’s no reason for your fears。”
“None at all？”
“None。”
“And everybody will be fine？”
“Everyone；” he promised。
“So there’s no way at all that I need to be in the clearing？”
“Of course not。 Alice just told me that they’re down to nineteen。 We’ll be able to handle it easily。”
“That’s right — you said it was so easy that someone could sit out；” I repeated his words from last night。
“Did you really mean that？”
“Yes。”
It felt too simple — he had to see it coming。
“So easy that you could sit out？”
After a long moment of silence； I finally looked up at his expression。
The poker face was back。
I took a deep breath。 “So it’s one way or the other。 Either there is more danger than you want me to
know about； in which case it would be right for me to be there； to do what I can to help。 Or 。 。 。 it’s going to
be so easy that they’ll get by without you。 Which way is it？”
He didn’t speak。
I knew what he was thinking of — the same thing I was thinking of。 Carlisle。 Esme。 Emmett。 Rosalie。
Jasper。 And 。 。 。 I forced myself to think the last name。 And Alice。
I wondered if I was a monster。 Not the kind that he thought he was； but the real kind。 The kind that hurt
people。 The kind that had no limits when it came to what they wanted。
What I wanted was to keep him safe； safe with me。 Did I have a limit to what I would do； what I would
sacrifice for that？ I wasn’t sure。
“You ask me to let them fight without my help？” he said in a quiet voice。
“Yes。” I was surprised I could keep my voice even； I felt so wretched inside。 “Or to let me be there。
Either way； so long as we’re together。”
He took a deep breath； and then exhaled slowly。 He
