21. Flight

     It was just over an hour after the Jacob and the rest left, that we were on our way to the airport in Port Angeles. Sam said the pack would meet us there. When we arrived, our plane was fueled and ready to go. The family waited on the field to greet the Quileutes. As we waited, I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye; a figure behind us, running up the stairs to the plane. Something told me to go and look around the plane. I began trotting up the stairs and looked back to see Edward giving me a questioning look.

“I’ll be right back ok?” I said.

He nodded and turned back to wait for Jacob and the others.

I stepped through the door, and looked around the passenger lounge; nothing. I decided to look in the bedroom. I passed through the door, and suddenly I really saw the décor. I decided if we did make it through this, I would take Edward’s advice and redo the bedroom. Lost in my thoughts about decorating, I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. I opened the door to find young Caleb, trying to hide in the shower. If I hadn’t been so upset to see him there I would have been laughing at the sight.

“What are you doing here?” I asked with anger in my voice. “You’re supposed to back at La Push guarding the people.”

Caleb didn’t say anything, he just looked at me with a bit of wonder in his eyes. I realized that the younger werewolves had no first hand experience with vampires, vegetarian or nomad, only the memories of Sam, Jacob and the other’s who had helped in the war against Victoria. There visit to our home for the meeting was the only time they had even seen vampires. I looked at him amazed at how young he seemed.

“Caleb,” I asked again with a softer voice, “what are you doing here?”

“I wanna help,” he finally answered. “I wanna come and help.”

“Caleb, it’s too dangerous, you’re too young.”

He had a hurt look on his face. “I’m not too young, I’m only a couple years younger than Seth.”