Love - Gone to the dogs...well, wolves
What happens when Bella's kidnapped cousin wasn't really kidnapped after all? She ran away, tried to run away from what she was. She lives on her own, up on the borders of Canada. What happens when Jacob meets the girl? Can she help him get over his BellaxEdward depression? Does she feel like they're more than just friends?
2. Chapter 2
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I eventually curled up and rested my head on my white, fluffy tail like a pillow and dozed off. I yawned and stretched the next morning. “How’d you sleep, Jake?” I asked, looking in his direction.
He was gone. I sprung to my feet and sniffed the air. How had I not noticed it? Why didn’t I wake up?
I ran quickly to the cave opening, looking around frantically. I heard a yip-and-yowl to my left, which was unmistakably laughter. I turned, my lip curled in a snarl.
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” said a surprisingly familiar voice.
“Jake!?” I exclaimed, looking closer at the wolf lying in front of me.
“That’s me,” he said, smiling a toothy smile to himself.
Despite myself, I was glad to see him. “You’re in a better mood today,” I noted, sitting down before him. He nodded.
“I went hunting today and nabbed some fresh meat,” he said, nodding towards a mile of torn meat that had the scent of a freshly killed doe.
I returned the smile. “Dig in,” he said getting to his feet and standing beside me.
“Thanks…” I said, grinning at him. He walked along side me as I made my way toward the meat. I normally preferred something cooked, but the smell was over-whelming.
I bit at the leg a little bit, then watched Jake tear into it. “You’re very hungry,” I said, laughing slightly.
He shrugged. “I haven’t eaten much for a long time.”
“I can see that.”
When we were done, we stowed the rest away in the back of the cave and trotted back outside into the gentle breeze. “Jake….can I ask you a question?”
“When you said that you weren’t exactly wolf….what did you mean?” she asked, her eyes solely based on him. He sighed.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t ask that.”
”But I did.”
He sighed again. “I can’t tell you,” he said finally.
“Because I said so!” he said, a sharp edge in his voice.
“Sorry…but I wanted to know because….because maybe we’re the same,” I said finally; my eyes averted to the Forest.
“No one around here is like me,” he said after a moment’s silence.
“I don’t think so.”
“Then what do you think?” I didn’t answer.
I shook my head. “Jake, does this have anything to do with humans?”
He nodded slowly.
“If I’m wrong, and your problem is different from mine, promise you won’t hate me?” I asked, looking into his eyes. He nodded and I ran to the back of the cave. I used my maw to take off the set cushion and looked down into it.
Clothes of all sorts. I grabbed anything I could find with my teeth and ran further to the back. I felt Jake, both curious and afraid of what was to come, staring into the darkness of the cave.
“Wolf? What are you-”
“Just wait a minute!” I barked. It came out a little harsher than I had wanted it to be.
I phased, my hair flipping blonde and only on my head, reaching my elbows. I could feel it in the darkness of the end darkness of the cave. No light… Still, I could feel my body human once again.
I pulled on the pair of jeans I had grabbed and slid on a sweater then walked slowly to the mouth of the cave.
Jake jumped back and growled. I kneeled in front of him. “Jake? It’s me, Wolf,” I said in a quiet voice.
His defense faltered and his eyes widened with shock. I sighed and sat down. He walked closer to me and whimpered, and I nodded.
He ran into the cave before I had a chance to stop him. Was he frightened? Was he angry? Was he upset with me? So much I couldn’t understand, hear, or feel when I wasn’t in wolf form.
I sighed and closed my eyes, opening them again and scanning the treetops. Expected reaction, I guess. I really was different. More different than you would think
I jumped at the sound of footsteps behind me. I turned to see a boy about my age. He had messy russet hair and was only wearing shorts, revealing muscular bodies build that any male model would kill to have.
I scooted backwards. Who was this kid!? And he was…smiling? I was scared, and it must have shown on my face because the boy frowned.
“Who are-” He cut me off before I could finish.
“Wolf…It’s me. Jake.”