I really, really, really don't like this chapter. I had a really busy week because of school and to top things of this friday im getting Alex, my kid. Not my real kid it's just a baby doll that cries, needs to be changed and feed. Ugh! the only great thing is that today im going to go see new moon! yay!


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The place was amazing. There were houses made of wood everywhere. I saw one that was two stories high. It was like something out of an old cowboy movie. There were people walking everywhere. Kids running around, playing and laughing. Women talking to each other while watching the smaller kids. Men training. It was a beautiful sight, but also very frightening. This was their home, I had no authority here. Shit.

"It's beautiful" Lizzie said.

"Thank you" Mick said and smiled at her. She gave him a little smile in return.

"Do you want to go to your new house or do you want a tour of the place?" Zack asked us.

"House" Mom, Ruby and I replied together. People were already staring at us; we didn't want to be around them so soon.

"Okay come on"

We passed a lot of people, they all looked at us. Some were curious, others angry. I guess they hadn't told them we were coming here. While we were walking a small boy about 9 or 10 came running towards us. I thought he was going to attack us but he was smiling.

"Tristan!" The boy went straight to him and gave him a huge hug. Tristan was smiling and picked up the boy in the air.

"Jake" He gave him a kiss on his forehead and put him down.

"Did you find hunters?" He asked very excited.

"Of course I did" Jake was almost jumping for joy now. "They are right here" He said and signaled to us.

"Hi" I said when he didn't say anything. His smile had dropped and he looked disappointed.

"Oh I thought you would bring real ones"

"What are we ghosts?" Ruby asked and the boy took one step back.

Tristan immediately went to the boy. Jake was looking at us trying to decide if he liked us or not. I don't know why but I liked the little kid. Maybe it was the fact that he could be the same age I was when I first started training, or maybe it was because Jake was the spitting image of Tristan. The same blonde hair, caramel colored eyes. Never mind the reason, the point is that I kneeled in front of him, so that we would be eye level, and smiled at him.

"How old are you Jake?" I asked him.

"I'm almost 10!" He said rather indignantly. I guess he didn't like to be treated like a little kid, something I also hated at that age.

"Are you really a hunter?" He asked me, hope in his eyes.

When Tristan and Zack told us about the war, they mentioned the other packs coming to their homes and kidnapping people. I wondered if they would come here, even though they told us it was safe. Would they take little boys like Jake? It made me angry, but also protective of him. I wanted him to know he would be safe with us here.

"Yes I am."

"Really? Prove it" He told me almost sounding like Tristan. I wondered if they were brothers.

"Jake" Tristan said authority ringing in his voice.

"It's fine Tristan" I told him and smiled.

"How do you want me to prove it to you?" I sounded so childish that I gave a small laugh.

"You know what my dad says?" He didn't give me time to answer.

"He told me hunters could shoot just about anything"

That made me smile, but it was a bittersweet smile. My father used to tell me that.

"Yeah that's true"

"What if you shoot...?" He didn't get time to tell me.

"Dad! Look it's the hunters" His father was coming out of the house that was two stories high.

He was a tall man, tanned but not naturally he must pass a lot of time under the sun. He had black hair, not very long. What caught my attention were his eyes. He's eyes were blue. Blue is a very common color of eyes I know. But those, I had only seen in two people my whole life. In myself and in my father.

"Jack?" My mother asked. In her voice there was hope, hate, anger and love.

"Kate" I couldn't believe this. He's my dad?

I just stood there, while my parents looked at each other lovingly. In any other family this would had been a sweet moment, but not mine. My father was supposed to be dead. Killed by a wolf, not living with them. What the hell?

"What the fuck? You're supposed to be dead!" I screamed at Jack.

"Alli bear let me explain"
I faltered when he called me by my old nickname. But got even angrier when he said he would explain. What was there to explain? He made us go through all this pain and he was alive? And apparently getting down and dirty since Jake called him Dad.