Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.

Jacob was hardly in need of any physical protection I could offer. But my arms, pinned beneath Edward's, yearned to reach out to him. To wrap around his big, warm, waist in a silent promise of acceptance and comfort. Edward's shielding arms had become restraints.

Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.

Fall down again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.

Good luck, little Wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn't need it.

Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.

Now, we'll have to hang out here until we're sure Jared's really gone and can't catch us." He grinned conspiratorially. "Then we'll have some fun!" I remembered that his idea of fun was usually along the lines of an armed standoff.