A Broken Wing
Jacob meets someone in the forest after he runs away. Can this person help him get over his infatuation with Bella, without breaking his heart herself? How does the rest of the pack respond to this newcomer?
Second story! :] I'm really excited about this one. It's going to be relatively short, I'm planning on five chapters, give or take a couple. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer :] Thanks for giving us such amazing stories to write about!
1. Unexpected Meetings
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“Oh! This is perfect! Just the thing I need to finish my portfolio,” an excited voice carried to Jacob’s perked wolf-ears. Curious, he quietly plodded over to where the voice was coming from. The leaves crunched beneath his huge paws, and his fur was matted with mud, more leaves, and grass. He could have easily scared the living day lights out of anyone.
Maybe even someone that would not be living for much longer.
Jacob shuddered as a fallen tree limb snapped beneath him, preventing his thoughts from drifting back to her. It had only been a couple of days since he had run off, and everyone seemed to be keeping their distance. This both infuriated him and comforted him. He needed someone to talk to, someone that would not judge him. Embry and Quil were his best bets, or even Emily, but they were too busy trying to give him space. On the other hand, he was happy no one was bugging him to come home. She had probably stopped by his house to see if he was okay. His heart sunk as he thought of her.
“Shoot! Now I need to start over! Argh!” The voice shouted, followed by an exasperated sigh and paper being ripped to shreds. Thankful for the distraction, Jacob continued on his way. The sharp scent of graphite met him near a path, and he stopped when he caught sight of the source of the voice.
Her dark brown hair hung slightly past her shoulders, and it seemed tinted with red due to the light from the sunset streaming through the trees. She looked slender and somewhat athletic, while the creamy white color betrayed the fact that she mostly stayed indoors and out of the sun. Although she was crouched down, Jacob could tell she was tall, although not as tall as he was; she was probably between 5’6” and 5’9”. He took another step towards her to get a better look at her and what she was doing, but winced as another limb shattered beneath his paw.
Her head shot up, and he stared into her deep brown eyes. Anyone could have easily mistaken her for her sister, he thought to himself in awe. The stared at each other for a moment, trying to grasp what the other was. He was about to turn and bolt when she smiled and tilted her head, slightly confused. Then sheer joy dawned over her features as she reached for her pad of paper and expertly chose one of the dozens of pencils, still gazing at Jacob.
“This is amazing…” She whispered absentmindedly, shifting her position. “Such a gorgeous coat, I might just leave it black and white, I’ll never get the perfect color.”
Jacob was glancing wildly around, looking for a way to escape. He couldn’t be around this girl anymore; it was almost painful.
“Oh, no!” She pleaded, although still whispering, “Please, don’t be scared! I should be more afraid of you than you are of me,” she laughed humorlessly, running her hand through her hair to hold it back before setting the pencil to paper.
Within seconds, the rough image of a wolf had appeared on the paper. “I just… Can’t seem to get your eyes right…” She took a step forward, and Jacob took a step back. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he turned and ran as fast as he could.
Jake could hear her following him, fighting her way through the brambles and thick trees. He had grown up in this forest, and knew it like the back of his hand. Gradually her footprints grew fainter. “No! Now I have to go back to drawing the stupid paw print!” He heard her curse loudly, and her heavy retreating footfalls echoed through the forest, sending a flock of birds high into the sky. He never stopped running.
A Few Weeks Later
Jacob trudged back to La Push, after being ordered by Sam to come home. He had used the longtime guilt-trip excuse that everyone missed him and were afraid he might be hurt. No, duh, I’m hurt, Jacob had thought back to him, she’s probably a leech by now. Sam had just left him without another word, knowing that Jake had to obey a direct order.
He could see the bright flames licking the sky from the bonfire where they used to listen to stories and hang out when there was nothing to do. He heard a roar of laughter... probably about some gross thing Jared or Seth had done. With a heavy sigh, he phased back and put his tattered pants on; somehow, they had survived his long stay outdoors. Jake tried to brush away all of the dirt and debris that had accumulated on his body and gotten trapped in his hair, but it was no use.
The laughter ended abruptly when he entered the circle of light from the fire. His eyes swept around, taking in the stares ranging from fury to delight, until his gaze finally stopped on the person curled up next to Embry. He had his arm securing wrapped around her, holding her close to him, and her long brown hair cascaded over his shoulder.