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Feel It Coming

She still had that feeling deep in her bones, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. The one that told her something was coming. Something big. Something the pack didn’t want her to know. (Jacob/Angela) Sequel to "A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar" (you do not need to read that fic to understand this one)


1. Feel It Coming

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Something was wrong. She could feel it.

Angela had always been extremely perceptive about people and situations. Her mother called it feminine intuition. Her father called it instinct and a keen eye.

So, when Jacob pulled up in front of her house that afternoon, a smile on his face, but sadness in his eyes, Angela knew that something was wrong.

She jumped into the passenger seat, waved goodbye to her father, and kissed Jacob hello as the car pulled away.

Then: “What’s the matter?”

Jacob laughed at the question, but she could see the way his brow furrowed, the way his hands clenched, just slightly, on the wheel. “Nothing,” he replied.

Angela gave him a half smile and reached out to take his hand in hers. His fingers were so warm between her own – she would always marvel at the warmth of his skin. “Liar,” she said lightly.

Jacob shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. “Ang, it’s just pack stuff, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried about it; I’m worried about you.” And she was – the past few days, he’d slowly become more and more tense, like a toy being wound up tighter and tighter until one day, it would finally snap.

He sighed and squeezed her hand in his, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. “There’s nothing to be worried about. Everything is fine.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I promise.”

Angela shivered and Jacob pulled her closer. She still had that feeling deep in her bones, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The one that told her something was coming. Something big. She looked at Jacob out of the corner of her eye.

Something the pack didn’t want her to know.


Embry, Quil, and Jared were waiting in front of Jacob’s house when they pulled up twenty minutes later.

“It’s about time,” Jared grumbled. He threw a long stare at Jacob’s car, winked at Angela, then said, “Are you sure you should be driving that rust bucket, Jake? Because it looks to me like it might fall apart any second.”

“Shut up,” Jacob said, shoving him so hard he almost fell to the ground. “It’s perfectly fine, and if you feel that way, see if I’ll drive your sorry ass anywhere the next time you need a last minute birthday gift for Kim.”

“Now that is just cruel,” Jared said, still laughing.

“Can we go inside, please?” Quil complained. “I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving,” Embry quipped, earning him a sharp slap on the arm. He grinned and leaned around Jacob. “Hi, Angela.”

“Hi, Embry. Although, I have to agree with Quil on going inside,” she rubbed her hands over her arms. “I’m freezing.”

“Jake, you’re letting the girl freeze to death?” Quil slung his arm casually around Angela’s shoulders. “That’s just not right.”

“Hey, hey,” he slapped Quil’s arm away. “Hands off.”

Angela rolled her eyes and fished Jacob’s house keys out of his jeans pocket. Ignoring the raised eyebrows of his friends, she said, “Come on, boys. I’ll make us all lunch.”

She laughed at their loud whoops and cheers and gratefully stepped inside of the small, warm house she’d come to think of as a second home. She stepped out of her shoes by the door, slung her coat over the couch, and headed into the kitchen.

“Hey, Jake,” she called, then jumped as a pair of arms snaked around her waist from behind as she rummaged through the cupboards.

Jacob kissed her neck, and his voice rumbled in her ear. “Yes?”

Angela leaned back into his embrace with a sigh. Even after three months, she was amazed at how his touch made her feel – like she was something beautiful, something wanted, and the strength of her own feelings for him made her head spin. Sometimes, they scared her.

She turned her head to kiss him and just as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips touched his, a voice interrupted them.

“Hey, none of that in here – save it for the bedroom, kids.”

Angela laughed, and could have sworn she saw something fly across the room at Quil’s head. Quil simply laughed.

Angela pulled herself from Jacob’s arms and searched the fridge for bread and various sandwich fixings. “Where’s Billy?” She asked, finally.

Quil looked at Embry. Jared was fidgeting. Angela’s stomach tightened and she was reminded, yet again, that there was something strange going on here.

“He’s at Charlie’s,” Jacob said casually – too casually, Angela noticed. “I dropped him off there before I came to pick you up. Billy thought that Charlie could use the company since he’s not used to the house being so empty.”

The explanation made sense, but Angela could tell that there was something else behind Jacob’s words, some deeper meaning he wasn’t willing to explain.

She didn’t press the issue. “Oh. I guess that makes sense.” She grabbed plates and glasses from the pantry and carried them over to the table, where the boys were already digging in. “I guess with Bella gone, things must be pretty quiet at the Swan house.”

There it was again – that tense quiet, those subtle, exchanged looks they were hoping she wouldn’t notice. The tension had definitely increased at the mention of Bella’s name.

Of course, she also could have been imagining things. Maybe this whole thing was in her mind. She reached out for Jacob’s hand, needing the comfort.

Then, Embry looked at her, a strange gleam in his eye. “Have you heard from Bella Swan since she left with Edward after the wedding, Angela?” Jacob’s eyes flashed at him dangerously.

“No, I haven’t,” she said, and she let them all hear the suspiciousness in her voice. “And now, it’s Bella Cullen.” No, she didn’t think she was imagining things. She couldn’t be sure.

All she knew was that as soon as the words Bella Cullen were uttered, Jacob tensed beside her, and his eyes, his entire expression, closed off. She didn’t understand. Why would the mere mention of Bella elicit a reaction like this from the group? And it wasn’t just Jacob, although he was the most solemn of all. Both Jared and Quil glanced down at their hands or at the walls. It was almost as if she’d died rather than gone off to Alaska with her husband.

This idea was solidified as Embry winced slightly. Then, he immediately tried to lighten the mood by rolling his eyes and punching Jacob in the arm. “Oh, lighten up and just get over it already.”

At first, Jacob’s hand tightened in hers, and he glared at Embry as if he were going to give him a punch that would not have been as brotherly as the one he’d just received. Then, he glanced at Angela, and his face slowly relaxed, taking on an easy smile, a look she was much more familiar with. The tension in her hand eased and Jacob chuckled quietly, but still a bit darkly.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Embry said with a smirk, leaning back his chair on two legs.

Jared groaned and Quil knocked the chair out from under him so that it clattered to the floor with a loud crash, so quickly that Angela jumped.

“Ass,” Quil said with a grin, and Embry laughed as he righted his chair and sat back down.

And just like that, the atmosphere returned to their easy camaraderie. The boys were talking amongst themselves again as if nothing had happened, but Angela was quiet, quiet even for her.

What was that all about? She wondered, even as Jacob leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple.


“Are you all right?” Jacob asked her in the car on the ride home. His hand was in hers on the seat between them, his thumb drawing idle patterns across her knuckles. She tried to pretend that every touch of his finger against her skin didn’t send tiny shocks through her entire body. “You’ve been… quiet.”

“I’m always quiet,” she answered, giving him a smile, hoping he wouldn’t press the subject.

Jacob smiled and she fought the urge to sigh like a love-struck school girl – like Jessica, she thought, and almost giggled a bit hysterically, then chided herself.

“I know you are, but you’ve been more quiet than usual.” His brow furrowed. “Is something wrong?”

Angela sighed, this time for an entirely different reason. She turned so she could face him more fully and leaned her head against the seat. “Nothing’s wrong, I just…” She took a breath for courage. “At your house. When I… when I corrected Bella’s name, your reaction – everyone’s reaction, really, it was almost like… it was almost like she’d died.” She watched his face carefully.

Jacob’s reaction was similar to that of before – his body stilled, his expression going frightfully blank. When he pulled his hand from hers and clenched his fingers around the steering wheel, she’d admit that her heart plummeted to her stomach like a stone – and she still didn’t understand.

“Jake,” she said quietly, hesitantly placing her hand on his shoulder. “Jake, please. Talk to me.”

Jacob took a shuddering breath and pulled over to the side of the road. He let the car idle, and the windshield wipers squeaked slightly in the background. Angela tuned out the sound as best she could and focused only on Jacob and what he was about to say.

He took a deep breath and leaned his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes. “I just don’t know how to tell you this, Angela. I don’t know how you’re going to handle it.”

He’d told her he was a werewolf, hadn’t he? How bad could this be? Heart in her throat, she scooted closer to him so she could gently run her fingers through his hair. He sighed and leaned into the touch, but kept his eyes shut tight. “You can tell me anything,” she said.

Jacob paused for a moment, thinking. Finally, he opened his eyes and turned to face her. “All right. Do you remember on the beach? The day I told you I was a werewolf?”

Angela smiled slightly. “How could I forget?” Jacob cupped her cheek in his hand. The abnormal warmth of his skin would never let her forget, not that she wanted to.

His hand fell to his seat with a quiet thump. Angela reached for him, held his hand tightly in hers, and he sighed, “You said, ‘Next thing I know, you’ll be telling me that vampires are real, too.’ And I laughed.”

Angela froze. She may have even stopped breathing. “Jake,” she said slowly, voice just barely above a whisper, “Are you telling me that you laughed…” She couldn’t believe she was about to say these words out loud, “Because vampires are real, too?”

Jacob only stared at her. Angela shook her head and tried to focus the jumble her thoughts had become. “I don’t understand though. What does this have to do with Bel-“

And suddenly, everything made perfect sense. It was the kind of epiphany that sent a charge up someone’s spine and left them reeling, and Angela could barely breathe past the realizations that were running through her head. “The Cullens. They’re vampires aren’t they?”

Jacob cringed and grumbled, “You are too observant for your own good, Ang.”

“No, I just pay attention,” she shot back at him. “Edward, his siblings… their reactions to things, to people… they all make sense, when you put them in perspective.”

“Perspective?” Jacob stared at her incredulously. “Angela, Edward is a blood-“ He winced, “A vampire, and the reason Bella has suddenly disappeared off the face of the planet isn’t because she’s moved to Alaska with her husband, it’s because he’s turned her into one of them, too.”

“Well, good for her then!” Angela snapped, and Jacob reeled as if she’d slapped him. She’d finally reached her limit. Knowing what was going on had not made her feel better – in fact, the sinking feeling in her stomach only felt worse. This was way beyond her understanding, and if Jacob wasn’t going to give her the whole story, then she wasn’t going to help by pretending to be understanding. She knew she was being petty, and somewhere, in the back of her mind, she acknowledged she was only petty when she felt threatened.

A conversation she had with Bella suddenly came hurtling through her mind, and the timing couldn’t have been worse. “I see the way Jacob Black looks at you,” she’d said and Bella had blushed.

Angela slumped into her seat and felt her own cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was being childish. Jacob was trying to explain, wasn’t he? She was the one being unreasonable.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, staring down at her hands. She wrung her fingers in her lap. “I just… this is a lot to take in.” And you’re jealous, a wicked voice in the back of her mind whispered. She furiously stomped it down.


“Is this why you’ve been so tense the past few weeks?” She continued, her voice carefully controlled and still very quiet, her eyes still cast downwards. “Because you found out that Bella was a-“ She could barely bring herself to say the word, but forced it from her lips. “A vampire?”


Jacob pressed his finger under her chin and tipped her face up so she had no choice but to stare into his eyes. He seemed to be searching her expression for something, and the second he found what he was looking for, he kissed her.

Angela wrapped her arms around Jacob’s shoulders, clutched at his neck, and held on for dear life. She was being ridiculous, she knew, but for some reason, she felt if she didn’t hold on tight enough, he could disappear at any moment. Not disappear off the face of the planet, necessarily – just disappear from her. She’d never felt like this before, not with Ben, and not with anyone, and the force of her feelings left her reeling.

“I want to tell you everything,” he whispered, his forehead against hers. “I don’t want to hide anything from you anymore. Okay?” She nodded, not sure if she had the voice to speak.

And true to his word, Jacob told her everything – how Carlisle Cullen and Edward had been the original vampires to sign a treaty with Jacob’s ancestors when they came to Forks all those years ago. How when they returned, that treaty was still in effect, and while certain things had changed, most things remained the same.

A few days ago, Seth had seen the Cullens leaving Forks, and saw Bella with them – a Bella that was very much not human. By changing Bella, Edward had broken the treaty, and now the pack had to decide whether to go after the Cullens, thus leading to an eventual war with the vampires, or just let them go, since Bella had chosen to become one of them, and had not been changed against her will.

He told her about the previous year, about the newborns, about the pack and the vampires joining forces to defeat them. He even told her about how much he’d loved Bella, how hard he’d tried to get her to choose him. Her heart felt like it was going to shatter. Until…

“Until I met you,” he said, and her heart skipped a beat. “Angela, I told you what an imprint means. I can’t…” He struggled for words, and instead, he took her hands in his. “There is no one in this world – no one out there who could possibly compare to you. I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me, how much I-“ He stopped abruptly and took a breath. Angela held hers. “How much I love you,” he finished, voice shaking.

Angela was not an emotional girl – she was not the type to cry at romantic movies, or scream and throw herself at her boyfriend when she was scared. Yet, her eyes were filling with tears at Jacob’s words, and instead of answering them with words of her own, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his.

“I love you too, you know,” she whispered, and felt him freeze before a smile broke out over his face.

Angela laughed. “You look surprised.”

He shrugged, pulled her into his side, and started the car again. “It’s just… nice to hear.”

“I’ll just have to say it more often then,” she said decisively. The knot in her stomach had melted away, and she could finally breathe again. Maybe there’d been more to this than she’d initially thought. Maybe she wasn’t as perceptive as she gave herself credit for.

Jacob chuckled and held her just a little bit closer, chucking her head under his chin. “You won’t get any arguments from me.”