The Better Swan (J. Black)

Port Angeles

I sat beside Bella waiting on Angela and Jessica to come out of the dressing room. Bella was reading a book and I had my head on her shoulder. I wish every moment could be like this. No supernatural drama. Just, us.

Then again, I could be training with the Cullens or giving the wolves hell instead of being in this god awful dress shop.

I lifted my head when Angela and Jessica emerged from the dressing room. "Daammnn Ang! You look hot. You too Jess." I winked and Angela giggled. I flinched at a banging on the window and saw some frat boys wolf whistling at us.

"Ew! Pervs!" I yelled in disgust. "That's disgusting." Bella muttered equally disgusted.

"I think this halter makes my boobs look big. What do you think Bella?" I look at Bella and could tell she is not enjoying this.

"Bella?" I nudged her. "It looks great." I roll my eyes. "You said that about the last five dresses." Jessica muttered to herself.

"Okay, I'm bored." I state and stand up.

"You're not really into this, are you?" I look at Angela apologetically. "Sorry, I just really want to go to this book store. We'll meet you at the restaurant later?" I link arms with Bella and we leave the horrid dress shop.

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"Thank god we left. If Jessica made one more comment on her boobs or her ass, I would've lost it." Bella chuckled at me. I'm not joking! The girl made me hold her boobs and try to shove them into a tight yellow dress!

I shudder just thinking about it. She needs to get that mole looked at, it was big enough to look like a tumor.

We eventually made it to a native American bookstore and I was becoming more suspicious. If I've learned anything, I know that natives are super religious. She knows something.

"Bella, just what type of book are we looking for here?" I ask, glancing at her beside me.

"I need to pick a history book for one of my classes." Don't think I didn't pick up on how her heart skipped a beat.

Plus I have all of her classes at different times and none of them needed a history book.

We went inside and I took interest in the folklore section.

Who knows maybe I could find a book on banshees.

Geez, what a religious bunch. This book store had anything and everything mythology, ranging from werewolves to even dragons.

I skimmed the section under letter B and found it in no time. The Wailing Women was sat there and out of the other books, it looked the most reliable.

I grabbed it from the book shelf, but when I touched it, my vision went blank until I heard a loud screech and a picture of a women that looked not human screaming. She ripped a wolf in half. It was horrifying.