Chapter Fiveteen: Packing.

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I was glad to get a break from the Tournament during the October holidays, but it meant having to see Paul again, and that part I was dreading.

La Push was sunny, as usual. Even though I was inside my house, I was still having to wear my sunglasses.

I was in the middle of packing my clothes when the doorbell went. I could hear a wolf heart at the door. Swinging the door open I was greeted by my favourite wolf. Jared.

"I heard you were back in town." He grinned as he came bounding into the house, spinning me around.

"Not for long, I'm moving." I told him when I was back on my own two feet.

"I also thought it was too good to be true." He muttered.

"You can come help me pack?" I offered him.

He smiled before he bounded up the stairs and into my room.

"No bed?" He asked, rather confusedly.

"Already on the move." I lied.

He bought it. He caught me up on all the gossip while we packed. I noticed that he was being careful not to mention Paul. Or Rachael.

"So when do you leave?" He asked once everything was packed.

"Tomorrow morning." I replied without looking at him.

"Come up to Sam's with me? One last time?" He asked me eagerly.

I hesitated before thinking of a reply.

"He won't be there." He whispered, knowing why I had hesitated.

I smiled and stood up, following him to Sam's place.

He was right, of course.

"Kat!" Bellowed Jake, spinning me around.

"It's good to see you, Katrina." Sam smiled, shaking my hand.

Emily came and gave me a squeeze, but never said anything. I smiled in response, answering her unspoken question.

"She's moving in the morning." Jared muttered, helping himself to a homebaked muffin.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"It's time to move on." I replied.

"Will you visit?" Emily asked me.

"Of course." I beamed.

"Well I know what we can do tonight!" Jake smiled.

"Hell yeah!" Jared grinned.

"What?" I asked rather warily.

"Bella's Graduation party!" They said in unision.

So after I had gone back home, rummaged through my suitcase and found some dressy shorts, shirt, heels and braces(for your outfit, not teeth), I was walking with Jake, Quill and Jared.

The party was at Bella's boyfriend's house. The Cullens. Although they had never said anything, the wolves looked disgusted and uncomfortable as we neared the house.

The house was beautiful, pretty much just glass. And it had been decorated beautifully. The scent was one that Bella often smelled like, it was sweet. Far too sweet.

I walked in behind them. Some girls stopped to look up at the boys before running off to giggle and dance with their friends.

"Bella!" I ran over to her and gave her a hug, congratualting her and slipping her a box that contained a new pair of converse for her.

She smiled and thanked me before turning to Jake.

I went to get a glass of punch as they argued about something or another.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Bella run over to another girl. This girl was quite petite, but she looked, and smelled, like Edward. A sibling perhalps.

The pair went into a side room, and the wolves went to follow them, so I followed them.

I sat behind the wolves, out of sight. The smell was stronger here, they all smelt of it.

I listened as they discussed some sort of army that were passing Bella's shirt around. Newborn vampires. The funny smelling kind.

"The pack will fight." Jake stated, once Quill and Jared confirmed.

Bella and Jake then argued before it was settled.

"We will have to train." Stated an older voice.

"Wait, we could have another advantage.." Trailed Quill, looking behind him.

"Another advantage?" Edward asked.

"We know this witch." Smirked Jared.

I took this as my cue to stand up. "I can see who I can recruit, it won't be many." I stated.

"Who is this?" A young male demanded to know.

"She's a witch, with the wands and broomsticks, she used to stay on the res." Jake smirked, clearly glad we had surprised them.

"The name?" Another young male asked, this one was slightly muscular than the rest.

"It's Katrina." A female snarled, stepping forward.

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