WE ENDED UP ON THE BEACH AGAIN, WANDERING AIMlessly. Jacob was still full of himself for engineering myescape.

　　“Do you think they’ll come looking for you?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

　　“No.” I was certain about that. “They’re going to be furious with me tonight, though.”

　　He picked up a rock and chucked it into the waves. “Don’t go back, then,” he suggested again.

　　“Charlie would love that,” I said sarcastically.

　　“I bet he wouldn’t mind.”

　　I didn’t answer. Jacob was probably right, and that made me grind my teeth together. Charlie’s blatantpreference for my Quileute friends was so unfair. I wondered if he would feel the same if he knew the choicewas really between vampires and werewolves.

　　“So what’s the latest pack scandal?” I asked lightly.

　　Jacob skidded to a halt, and he stared down at me with shocked eyes.

　　“What? That was a joke.”

　　“Oh.” He looked away.

　　I waited for him to start walking again, but he seemed lost in thought.

　　“Is there a scandal?” I wondered.

　　Jacob chuckled once. “I forget what it’s like, not having everyone know everything all the time. Having aquiet, private place inside my head.”

　　We walked along the stony beach quietly for a few minutes.

　　“So what is it?” I finally asked. “That everyone in your head already knows?”

　　He hesitated for a moment, as if he weren’t sure how much he was going to tell me. Then he sighed andsaid, “Quil imprinted. That’s three now. The rest of us are starting to get worried. Maybe it’s more commonthan the stories say. . . .” He frowned, and then turned to stare at me. He gazed into my eyes withoutspeaking, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

　　“What are you staring at?” I asked, feeling self-conscious.

　　He sighed. “Nothing.”

　　Jacob started walking again. Without seeming to think about it, he reached out and took my hand. Wepaced silently across the rocks.

　　I thought of how we must look walking hand and hand down the beach — like a couple, certainly — andwondered if I should object. But this was the way it had always been with Jacob. . . . No reason to getworked up about it now.

　　“Why is Quil’s imprinting such a scandal?” I asked when it didn’t look like he was going to go on. “Is itbecause he’s the newest one?”

　　“That doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

　　“Then what’s the problem?”

　　“It’s another one of those legend things. I wonder when we’re going to stop being surprised that they’reall true?” he muttered to himself.

　　“Are you going to tell me? Or do I have to guess?”

　　“You’d never get it right. See, Quil hasn’t been hanging out with us, you know, until just recently. So hehadn’t been around Emily’s place much.”

　　“Quil imprinted on Emily, too?” I gasped.

　　“No! I told you not to guess. Emily had her two nieces down for a visit . . . and Quil met Claire.”

　　He didn’t continue. I thought about that for a moment.

　　“Emily doesn’t want her niece with a werewolf? That’s a little hypocritical,” I said.

　　But I could understand why she of all people might feel that way. I thought again of the long scars thatmarred her face and extended all the way down her right arm. Sam had lost control just once when he wasstanding too close to her. Once was all it took. . . . I’d seen the pain in Sam’s eyes when he looked at what he’d done to Emily. I could understand why Emily might want to protect her niece from that.

　　“Would you please stop guessing? You’re way off. Emily doesn’t mind that part, it’s just, well, a littleearly.”

　　“What do you mean early?”

　　Jacob appraised me with narrowed eyes. “Try not to be judgmental, okay?”

　　I nodded cautiously.

　　“Claire is two,” Jacob told me.

　　Rain started to fall. I blinked furiously as the drops pelted my face.

　　Jacob waited in silence. He wore no jacket, as usual; the rain left a spatter of dark spots on his black T-shirt, and dripped through his shaggy hair. His face was expressionless as he watched mine.

　　“Quil . . . imprinted . . . with a two-year-old?” I was finally able to ask.

　　“It happens.” Jacob shrugged. He bent to grab another rock and sent it flying out into the bay. “Or so thestories say.”

　　“But she’s a baby,” I protested.

　　He looked at me with dark amusement. “Quil’s not getting any older,” he reminded me, a bit of acid in histone. “He’ll just have to be patient for a few decades.”

　　“I . . . don’t know what to say.”

　　I was trying my hardest not to be critical, but, in truth, I was horrified. Until now, nothing about thewerewolves had bothered me since the day I’d found out they weren’t committing the murders I’d suspectedthem of.

　　“You’re making judgments,” he accused. “I can see it on your face.”

　　“Sorry,” I muttered. “But it sounds really creepy.”

　　“It’s not like that; you’ve got it all wrong,” Jacob defended his friend, suddenly vehement. “I’ve seen whatit’s like, through his eyes. There’s nothing romantic about it at all, not for Quil, not now.” He took a deepbreath, frustrated. “It’s so hard to describe. It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like . . . gravitymoves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothingmatters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her. . . . You become whatever sheneeds you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother.

　　“Quil will be the best, kindest big brother any kid ever had. There isn’t a toddler on the planet that will bemore carefully looked after than that little girl will be. And then, when she’s older and needs a friend, he’ll bemore understanding, trustworthy, and reliable than anyone else she knows. And then, when she’s grown up,they’ll be as happy as Emily and Sam.” A strange, bitter edge sharpened his tone at the very end, when hespoke of Sam.

　　“Doesn’t Claire get a choice here?”

　　“Of course. But why wouldn’t she choose him, in the end? He’ll be her perfect match. Like he wasdesigned for her alone.”

　　We walked in silence for a moment, till I paused to toss a rock toward the ocean. It fell to the beachseveral meters short. Jacob laughed at me.

　　“We can’t all be freakishly strong,” I muttered.

　　He sighed.

　　“When do you think it will happen for you?” I asked quietly.

　　His answer was flat and immediate. “Never.”

　　“It’s not something you can control, is it?”

　　He was silent for a few minutes. Unconsciously, we both walked slower, barely moving at all.

　　“It’s not supposed to be,” he admitted. “But you have to see her — the one that’s supposedly meant foryou.”

　　“And you think that if you haven’t seen her yet, then she’s not out there?” I asked skeptically. “Jacob, youhaven’t really seen much of the world — less than me, even.”

　　“No, I haven’t,” he said in a low voice. He looked at my face with suddenly piercing eyes. “But I’ll neversee anyone else, Bella. I only see you. Even when I close my eyes and try to see something else. Ask Quil orEmbry. It drives them all crazy.”

　　I dropped my eyes to the rocks.

　　 We weren’t walking anymore. The only sound was of the waves beating against the shore. I couldn’t hearthe rain over their roar.

　　“Maybe I’d better go home,” I whispered.

　　“No!” he protested, surprised by this conclusion.

　　I looked up at him again, and his eyes were anxious now.

　　“You have the whole day off, right? The bloodsucker won’t be home yet.”

　　I glared at him.

　　“No offense intended,” he said quickly.

　　“Yes, I have the whole day. But, Jake . . .”

　　He held up his hands. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I won’t be like that anymore. I’ll just be Jacob.”

　　I sighed. “But if that’s what you’re thinking . . .”

　　“Don’t worry about me,” he insisted, smiling with deliberate cheer, too brightly. “I know what I’m doing.

　　Just tell me if I’m upsetting you.”

　　“I don’t know. . . .”

　　“C’mon, Bella. Let’s go back to the house and get our bikes. You’ve got to ride a motorcycle regularly tokeep it in tune.”

　　“I really don’t think I’m allowed.”

　　“By who? Charlie or the blood — or him?”

　　“Both.”

　　Jacob grinned my grin, and he was suddenly the Jacob I missed the most, sunny and warm.

　　I couldn’t help grinning back.

　　The rain softened, turned to mist.

　　“I won’t tell anyone,” he promised.

　　“Except every one of your friends.”

　　He shook his head soberly and raised his right hand. “I promise not to think about it.”

　　I laughed. “If I get hurt, it was because I tripped.”

　　“Whatever you say.”

　　We rode our motorcycles on the back roads around La Push until the rain made them too muddy andJacob insisted that he was going to pass out if he didn’t eat soon. Billy greeted me easily when we got to thehouse, as if my sudden reappearance meant nothing more complicated than that I’d wanted to spend the daywith my friend. After we ate the sandwiches Jacob made, we went out to the garage and I helped him clean upthe bikes. I hadn’t been here in months — since Edward had returned — but there was no sense of import toit. It was just another afternoon in the garage.

　　“This is nice,” I commented when he pulled the warm sodas from the grocery bag. “I’ve missed thisplace.”

　　He smiled, looking around at the plastic sheds bolted together over our heads. “Yeah, I can understandthat. All the splendor of the Taj Mahal, without the inconvenience and expense of traveling to India.”

　　“To Washington’s little Taj Mahal,” I toasted, holding up my can.

　　He touched his can to mine.

　　“Do you remember last Valentine’s Day? I think that was the last time you were here — the last timewhen things were still . . . normal, I mean.”

　　I laughed. “Of course I remember. I traded a lifetime of servitude for a box of conversation hearts. That’snot something I’m likely to forget.”

　　He laughed with me. “That’s right. Hmm, servitude. I’ll have to think of something good.” Then he sighed.

　　“It feels like it was years ago. Another era. A happier one.”

　　I couldn’t agree with him. This was my happy era now. But I was surprised to realize how many things Imissed from my own personal dark ages. I stared through the opening at the murky forest. The rain hadpicked up again, but it was warm in the little garage, sitting next to Jacob. He was as good as a furnace.

　　His fingers brushed my hand. “Things have really changed.”

　　“Yeah,” I said, and then I reached out and patted the back tire of my bike. “Charlie used to like me. Ihope Billy doesn’t say anything about today. . . .” I bit my lip.

　　“He won’t. He doesn’t get worked up about things the way Charlie does. Hey, I never did apologize officially for that stupid move with the bike. I’m real sorry about ratting you out to Charlie. I wish I hadn’t.”

　　I rolled my eyes. “Me, too.”

　　“I’m really, really sorry.”

　　He looked at me hopefully, his wet, tangled black hair sticking up in every direction around his pleadingface.

　　“Oh, fine! You’re forgiven.”

　　“Thanks, Bells!”

　　We grinned at each other for a second, and then his face clouded over.

　　“You know that day, when I brought the bike over . . . I’ve been wanting to ask you something,” he saidslowly. “But also . . . not wanting to.”

　　I held very still — a reaction to stress. It was a habit I’d picked up from Edward.

　　“Were you just being stubborn because you were mad at me, or were you really serious?” he whispered.

　　“About what?” I whispered back, though I was sure I knew what he meant.

　　He glared at me. “You know. When you said it was none of my business . . . if — if he bit you.” Hecringed visibly at the end.

　　“Jake . . .” My throat felt swollen. I couldn’t finish.

　　He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Were you serious?”

　　He was trembling just slightly. His eyes stayed closed.

　　“Yes,” I whispered.

　　Jacob inhaled, slow and deep. “I guess I knew that.”

　　I stared at his face, waiting for his eyes to open.

　　“You know what this will mean?” He demanded suddenly. “You do understand that, don’t you? What willhappen if they break the treaty?”

　　“We’ll leave first,” I said in a small voice.

　　His eyes flashed open, their black depths full of anger and pain. “There wasn’t a geographic limit to thetreaty, Bella. Our great-grandfathers only agreed to keep the peace because the Cullens swore that they weredifferent, that humans weren’t in danger from them. They promised they would never kill or change anyoneever again. If they go back on their word, the treaty is meaningless, and they are no different than any othervampires. Once that’s established, when we find them again —”

　　“But, Jake, didn’t you break the treaty already?” I asked, grasping at straws. “Wasn’t part of it that younot tell people about the vampires? And you told me. So isn’t the treaty sort of moot, anyhow?”

　　Jacob didn’t like the reminder; the pain in his eyes hardened into animosity. “Yeah, I broke the treaty —back before I believed any of it. And I’m sure they were informed of that.” He glared sourly at my forehead,not meeting my shamed gaze. “But it’s not like that gives them a freebie or anything. There’s no fault for afault. They have only one option if they object to what I did. The same option we’ll have when they break thetreaty: to attack. To start the war.”

　　He made it sound so inevitable. I shuddered.

　　“Jake, it doesn’t have to be that way.”

　　His teeth ground together. “It is that way.”

　　The silence after his declaration felt very loud.

　　“Will you never forgive me, Jacob?” I whispered. As soon as I said the words, I wished I hadn’t. I didn’twant to hear his answer.

　　“You won’t be Bella anymore,” he told me. “My friend won’t exist. There’ll be no one to forgive.”

　　“That sounds like a no,” I whispered.

　　We faced each other for an endless moment.

　　“Is this goodbye then, Jake?”

　　He blinked rapidly, his fierce expression melting in surprise. “Why? We still have a few years. Can’t we befriends until we’re out of time?”

　　“Years? No, Jake, not years.” I shook my head, and laughed once without humor. “Weeks is moreaccurate.”

　　I was not expecting his reaction.

　　He was suddenly on his feet, and there was a loud pop as the soda can exploded in his hand. Soda flew everywhere, soaking me, like it was spraying from a hose.

　　“Jake!” I started to complain, but I fell silent when I realized that his whole body was quivering with anger.

　　He glared at me wildly, a growling sound building in his chest.

　　I froze in place, too shocked to remember how to move.

　　The shaking rolled through him, getting faster, until it looked like he was vibrating. His shape blurred. . . .

　　And then Jacob gritted his teeth together, and the growling stopped. He squeezed his eyes tight inconcentration; the quivering slowed until only his hands were shaking.

　　“Weeks,” Jacob said in a flat monotone.

　　I couldn’t respond; I was still frozen.

　　He opened his eyes. They were beyond fury now.

　　“He’s going to change you into a filthy bloodsucker in just a few weeks!” Jacob hissed through his teeth.

　　Too stunned to take offense at his words, I just nodded mutely.

　　His face turned green under the russet skin.

　　“Of course, Jake,” I whispered after a long minute of silence. “He’s seventeen, Jacob. And I get closer tonineteen every day. Besides, what’s the point in waiting? He’s all I want. What else can I do?”

　　I’d meant that as a rhetorical question.

　　His words cracked like snaps of a whip. “Anything. Anything else. You’d be b............