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"Hold that thought." I told him. "That must be Charlie."

I started for the door, vowing to make something tasty for Charlie's dinner that night.

Maybe something from Grandma Swan's big recipie book…

I opened the door, and nearly jumped back.

Standing on my porch step was Alice Cullen.

Chapter Seven

Alice's POV:

Bella Swan's face was openly surprised when she saw me standing on her front porch. She tottered back slightly, almost tripping before steadying herself on the doorframe.

"Hi, Bella." I said smoothly, smiling up at her. "May I come in?"

"Oh. Umm, of course." She agreed, stepping aside to allow me entrance to her house.

It was just how I had saw it.

A cozy, two story, original little 'Forks' home. Tidy, but not exactly matching. I liked it.

And I wasn't one hundred percent certain, but I was pretty sure that I would like Bella, too. Especially if Edward liked her…which he obviously did. I had been slightly surprised when I had seen him talking to her, outside the school, just minutes ago. It wasn't like Edward to take interest in the humans…and this was only our first day back from Denali. The way he had looked at her, so intently, as if making some sort of top secret discovery, had made me think. It was the way Jasper had looked at me, when I had first walked up to him, so many years ago.

It had only taken me 5 minutes to get to Bella's house using Rosalie's car, but on the trip over, I had come to a conclusion: Edward liked the girl…or, if he didn't yet, then he would, eventually. There was simply no other explanation.

And that was why I had to come to Bella's house. Edward had arrived at home in a state. I didn't know why, but there was something scary to his expression. If only I had been watching the whole time, instead of simply leaving during the good parts…but, no.

I had tried looking ahead on the way there, to see what Bella had been doing at the time, but I couldn't see anything—maybe whatever stopped Edward from seeing into her mind worked with my powers, as well.

"Bella, is that Alice Cullen?" A harsh, low voice asked, and my head snapped up at exactly the same time an overwhelming scent passed into my nostrils.

Or, on the other hand, maybe not.

"Who are you?" I demanded, letting my hand settle onto my hip bone, already trying to process what I knew was true.

Where, in the world, had Bella managed to get a werewolf?

And did this have anything to do with why Edward had been in such a mood?

"Oh. Umm, yes." Bella answered the mongrel first. "This is Alice Cullen. Her family just moved back today. Alice, this is my friend Jacob Black."

Black…as in Ephriham?

I nodded cooly at him, but he made no such gesture.

After a moment of tense silence, Bella said, "Um…would you like soemthing to drink?"

No—nothing I could get from her fridge, but I had to talk to 'Jacob' in private.

"Yes. Water with ice, please."

Bella nodded, cast me one last, curious glance, and headed around the corner.

As soon as she was gone, the dog jumped straight to his point.

"Why are you here?" He demanded, shifting his stance.

"This has nothing to do with you," I said, simply, and in a voice I hoped would soothe him slightly. "I'm here for Bella."

"If it has to do with Bella, then it has to do with me."

"It's a girl thing." I lied, hoping he would just leave. The smell was getting overbearing. "You wouldn't understand."

"Listen, you little leech." He took a shuddering breath, breathed in hard, and then relaxed slightly. "This house is not neutral territory. Not anymore. I call it off limits."

I gave a faint snort of indignation. "You can't call something off limits. That is not in the rules."

"Well, this is an exception. She's an exception."

"You have no right to call her." I argued, already looking to the future. "We may have a claim of our own."

That probably wasn't the right thing to say. His muscles started trembling, and his eyes went several shades darker.

"You don't have anything like that!"

"Calm down." I hissed.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

I let my eyes flicker back and forth between Jacob and the kitchen…if something wasn't done—namely, myself leaving—then Jacob would probably transform within the next few seconds. But was it safe to leave Bella here, without protection? I made a split second choice.

"Fine." I told him. "I'll leave. Now. Just calm down—you don't want to hurt Bella."

I retreated to the door, and waited for him to get his act back together. Bella had obviously been friends with him for a long time, without injury, and she would, hopefully, be okay for another hour or two.

Jacob gave one last shudder, and then finally seemed to gain some composure over himself. He nodded, tersely.

"Alright. Get out, then. And tell your…'brother'…to stay away from her."

I opened the door and hurried to Rosalie's car, refusing to make any promises. I zipped through the streets as fast as I could; Edward would want to hear about this. I knew it. And I knew where to find him, also.

"Alice!" Rosalie shrieked as I threw the door open. "Did you take my car? I've told you a thousand times to not touch my things without permission! Hey—hey, Alice!"

I left her voice far behind and ran up to Edward's room. He was lying abstractly on the couch, his head rolled back as he stared at the ceilling and listened to classical music.

When he heard me enter, he sighed.

"What do you want?"

He could read my thoughts anyways, but I summarized it in a single sentence, for his convienence.

"Bella's werewolf friend seems to have temper problems."

I wasn't prepared for his reaction.

"WHAT?" He roared, the sound carrying through the whole house—and the whole forest, I imagined.

"She's hanging out with a werewolf?" He growled, getting up so fast that even I could hardly see him.

"I thought you knew," I said. "Isn't that why you were so irritated when you got home?"

He didn't bother with a reply; instead, he got a quick scan of my mind-noting Jacob's last warning with a growl—grabbed his keys from ontop of his nightstand, and hurried out the door.

"Wait!" I called. "Where are you going?"

"Where do you think?" He said lowly, running down the stairs.

"You can't just bust into her house and kill the dog."

"Why not?"

"Edward!" I threw my hands up. "But listen, Bella will think that it's weird if you go over to her house and kick out her best friend."

"She's in danger."

"She's been hanging out with him for a long time." I protested.

"What's going on?" Emmett asked, joining us in the foyer along with Jasper and Rosalie.

"I don't know, but I don't think I've ever seen Edward so worked up…and…jealous?" Jasper murmured.

"Bella's hanging out with a wolf." I replied.

Jasper fixed me with a confused stare, and I realized that, although it almost felt like everyone knew about Edward's situation with Bella—noone really did.

"I'll explain later." I murmured.

"There's nothing to explain." Edward whipped back. "I'll be back later."

"Edward, no—you can't just—," I tried one last time, but he was out the door before I could say anything more.

I closed my eyes and slumped down.

I couldn't see anything—the wolf was blocking the way—but I did know one thing.

All Hell was about to break loose.

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