I turned to stare at him – my wide eyes felt frozen, like I couldn't even blink them.

The boy seemed to be laughing at my expression. "Well, there's something you don't see every day," he snickered. His face was vaguely familiar – thinner than the others…Embry Call.

"But I would think that they would see that every day," Emmett chuckled.

"I do," the other boy, Jared, grumbled. "Every single day."

"Aw, Paul doesn't lose his temper every day," Embry disagreed, still grinning. "Maybe two out of three."

Jared stopped to pick something white up off the ground. He held it up toward Embry; it dangled in limp strips from his hand.

"Totally shredded," Jared said. "Billy said this was the last pair he could afford – guess Jacob's going barefoot now."

"This one survived," Embry said, holding up a white sneaker. "Jake can hop," he added with a laugh.

Emmett chuckled at that.

Jared started collecting various pieces of fabric from the dirt. "Get Sam's shoes, will you? All the rest of this is headed for the trash."

Embry grabbed the shoes and then jogged into the trees where Sam had disappeared. He was back in a few seconds with a pair of cut-off jeans draped over his arm. Jared gathered the torn remnants of Jacob's and Paul's clothes and wadded them into a ball. Suddenly, he seemed to remember me.

He looked at me carefully, assessing.

"Hey, you're not going to faint or puke or anything?" he demanded.

"I don't think so," I gasped.

"You don't look so good. Maybe you should sit down."

"Okay," I mumbled. For the second time in one morning, I put my head between my knees.

"Quite the exciting morning for her," Emmett laughed.

"Jake should have warned us," Embry complained.

"He shouldn't have brought his girlfriend into this. What did he expect?"

"Well, the wolf's out of the bag now." Embry sighed. "Way to go, Jake."

I raised my head to glare at the two boys who seemed to be taking this all so lightly. "Aren't you worried about them at all?" I demanded.

"No," Emmett chuckled.

"Hmph...they must like to fight as much as you boys do," Esme frowned.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Emmett smiled.

"I guess, as long as it's not too serious," Esme sighed.

Embry blinked once in surprise "Worried? Why?"

"They could hurt each other!"

Embry and Jared guffawed.

"I hope Paul gets a mouthful of him," Jared said. "Teach him a lesson."

I blanched.

"Yeah, right!" Embry disagreed. "Did you see Jake? Even Sam couldn't have phased on the fly like that. He saw Paul losing it, and it took him, what, half a second to attack? The boy's got a gift."

"Hm...I really would like to know why that is," Carlisle mused.

"I thought that you thought it was because of his control with Bella," Emmett questioned.

"They just made it seem like it might be something else...or something more," Carlisle said.

"He is the son of Ephraim Black... maybe it's his bloodline," Edward offered.

"Maybe," Carlisle nodded his head thoughtfully.

"Paul's been fighting longer. I'll bet you ten bucks he leaves a mark."

"You're on. Jake's a natural. Paul doesn't have a prayer."

They shook hands, grinning.