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“I’ll get to that — it’s part of the story；” he said。 He inhaled slowly； and then exhaled in a gust。
I supposed it was silly for me to imagine that Sam had never loved anyone before Emily。 Most people fall
in and out of love many times in their lives。 It was just that I’d seen Sam with Emily； and I couldn’t imagine him
with someone else。 The way he looked at her 。 。 。 well； it reminded me of a look I’d seen sometimes in
Edward’s eyes — when he was looking at me。
“Sam came back；” Jacob said； “but he wouldn’t talk to anyone about where he’d been。 Rumors flew —
that he was up to no good； mostly。 And then Sam happened to run in to Quil’s grandfather one afternoon
when Old Quil Ateara came to visit Mrs。 Uley。 Sam shook his hand。 Old Quil just about had a stroke。” Jacob
paused to laugh。
“Why？”
Jacob put his hand on my cheek and pulled my face around to look at him — he was leaning toward me；
his face was just a few inches away。 His palm burned my skin； like he had a fever。
“Oh； right；” I said。 It was unfortable； having my face so close to his with his hand hot against my skin。
“Sam was running a temperature。”
Jacob laughed again。 “Sam’s hand felt like he’d left it sitting on a hot stovetop。”
He was so close； I could feel his warm breath。 I reached up casually； to take his hand away and free my
face； but wound my fingers through his so that I wouldn’t hurt his feelings。 He smiled and leaned back；
undeceived by my attempt at nonchalance。
“So Mr。 Ateara went straight to the other elders；” Jacob went on。 “They were the only ones left who still
knew； who remembered。 Mr。 Ateara； Billy； and Harry had actually seen their grandfathers make the change。
When Old Quil told them； they met with Sam secretly and explained。
“It was easier when he understood — when he wasn’t alone anymore。 They knew he wouldn’t be the only
one affected by the Cullens’ return” — he pronounced the name with unconscious bitterness — “but no one
else was old enough。 So Sam waited for the rest of us to join him。 。 。 。”
“The Cullens had no idea；” I said in a whisper。 “They didn’t think that werewolves still existed here。 They
didn’t know that ing here would change you。”
“It doesn’t change the fact that it did。”
“Remind me not to get on your bad side。”
“You think I should be as forgiving as you are？ We can’t all be saints and martyrs。”
“Grow up； Jacob。”
“I wish I could；” he murmured quietly。
I stared at him； trying to make sense of his response。 “What？”
Jacob chuckled。 “One of those many strange things I mentioned。”
“You 。 。 。 can’t 。 。 。 grow up？” I said blankly。 “You’re what？ Not 。 。 。 aging？ Is that a joke？”
“Nope。” He popped his lips on the P。
I felt blood flood my face。 Tears — tears of rage — filled my eyes。 My teeth mashed together with an
audible grinding sound。
“Bella？ What did I say？”
I was on my feet again； my hands balled up into fists； my whole frame shaking。
“You。 Are。 Not。 Aging；” I growled through my teeth。
Jacob tugged my arm gently； trying to make me sit。 “None of us are。 What’s wrong with you？”
“Am I the only one who has to get old？ I get older every stinking day！” I nearly shrieked； throwing my
hands in the air。 Some little part of me recognized that I was throwing a Charlieesque fit； but that rational part
was greatly overshadowed by the irrational part。 “Damn it！ What kind of world is this？ Where’s the justice？”
“Take it easy； Bella。”
“Shut up； Jacob。 Just shut up！ This is so unfair！”
“Did you seriously just stamp your foot？ I thought girls only did that on TV。”
I growled unimpressively。
“It’s not as bad as you seem to think it is。 Sit down and I’ll explain。”
“I’ll stand。”
He rolled his eyes。 “Okay。 Whatever you want。 But listen； I will get older 。 。 。 someday。”
“Explain。”
He patted the tree。 I glowered for a second； but then sat； my temper had burned out as suddenly as it had
flared and I’d calmed down enough to realize that I was making a fool of myself。
“When we get enough control to quit 。 。 。 ；” Jacob said。 “When we stop phasing for a solid length of time；
we age again。 It’s not easy。” He shook his head； abruptly doubtful。 “It’s gonna take a really long time to learn
that kind of restraint； I think。 Even Sam’s not there yet。 ’Course it doesn’t help that there’s a huge coven of
vampires right down the road。 We can’t even think about quitting when the tribe needs protectors。 But you
shouldn’t get all bent out of shape about it； anyway； because I’m already older than you； physically at least。”
“What are you talking about？”
“Look at me； Bells。 Do I look sixteen？”
I glanced up and down his mammoth frame； trying to be unbiased。 “Not exactly； I guess。”
“Not at all。 Because we reach full growth inside of a few months when the werewolf gene gets triggered。
It’s one hell of a growth spurt。” He made a face。 “Physically； I’m probably twentyfive or something。 So
there’s no need for you to freak out about being too old for me for at least another seven years。”
Twentyfive or something。 The idea messed with my head。 But I remembered that growth spurt — I
remembered watching him shoot up and fill out right before my eyes。 I remembered how he would look
different from one day to the next。 。 。 。 I shook my head； feeling dizzy。
“So； did you want to hear about Sam； or did you want to scream at me some more for things that are out
of my control？”
I took a deep breath。 “Sorry。 Age is a touchy subject for me。 That hit a nerve。”
Jacob’s eyes tightened； and he looked as if he were trying to decide how to word something。
Since I didn’t want to talk about the truly touchy stuff — my plans for the future； or treaties that might be
broken by said plans； I prompted him。 “So once Sam understood what was going on； once he had Billy and
Harry and Mr。 Ateara； you said it wasn’t so hard anymore。 And； like you also said； there are the cool parts。 。
。 。” I hesitated briefly。 “Why does Sam hate them so much？ Why do