A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Quil stood next to Billy in his wheelchair in the living room. Billy had a mixture of pride and
impatience in his eyes.
“You got a present,” Billy said. “It’s in the kitchen.”
Jacob had figured as much. He and Quil went to the table where the square, foot-tall mailing box sat.
Before he opened it, Jacob checked the address. “No return address.”
“Did you expect one?” Quil asked. There never had been a return address.
Jacob huffed. “No, I guess not. Let’s get this over with.” He opened the flaps and looked inside for
only a second before turning his head away with a disgusted grunt. He no longer felt queasy at the
sight of blood or severed body parts, but this was a little extra gruesome.
“Brain stew, anyone?” Quil asked.
“Aw, Quil, that’s gross. Shut up.” Jacob closed the box and checked around inside the box. “No
letter this time. I guess he thinks he’s finally got his point across.”
Quil shook his head. “If he thought that, the demented fucker wouldn’t send anymore of this shit.”
“You think. Jesus Christ, if I at least knew where the hell these were coming from . . .” Jacob trailed
off, not even sure how to finish the sentence.
“You’d sit back and feel sorry for the schmuck who had to play donor, but you wouldn’t do anything
about it.”
Jacob’s ebony eyes flashed to Quil’s ochre ones. “I would go after him and kill the fucker like I’ve
sworn to do,” he growled.
“You’ve sworn to protect La Push and its people, just like the rest of us.” Quil knew this was a
sensitive subject, and he didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes—least of all his Alpha—but they all
knew what would happen if one Shifter went alone. “Leaving it to go after one Bloodsucker is not
doing it.”
“So we just keep letting him get away with that?” Jacob pointed to the box.
“What other choice do we have, Jacob?” Every few years, they received a gift. It was never at the
same time, and it was never expected. But every time it happened, Quil and Jacob got into the same
argument. “He knows that the Shifters won’t leave the area unprotected. He also knows that if he
pisses you off to the point that you leave the pack by yourself, you’ll be almost as vulnerable as that
guy.” Quil jerked his thumb toward the table. “Without an alpha, we would be, too.”
“I’d make you Alpha before I left, Quil.”
“Jacob, shut up. You’re not going anywhere.” Jacob and Quil turned to see Billy wheel into the room.
“You got another one, huh? What is it this time?”
“You don’t want to know,” the two Shifters said in unison.
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