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When Rosalie Marcum moves to Seattle she vows to make a new start, to take control and make some changes. Her first brave adventure doesn't quite go as planned, but is certain to change her world forever. "I've not had any woman look at me the way you do," he whispers, voice husky. "I think you've been walking around with your eyes closed Jake," I laugh, raising my eyebrows at him, full of scepticism. His cheeky smile makes a timely appearance. "Oh, yeah, well, there's plenty of that." Modest as always. I'm just about to roll my eyes when his face turns serious again, stopping me in my tracks. "I mean, I've never had anyone look at me like they really..." He pauses, worrying his lip, "Like they really love me. Only me." Oh.

Jacob/OC pairing with the inclusion of several other characters from the Twilight series.

1. Chapter One

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Okay, so, this part fits here… and… yeah okay I think that's right… Why do they make these things so complicated? Why couldn't I have done the sensible thing and bought one of those tents that pop up automatically? After what feels like hours and several near misses in which poles and pegs could have easily taken out eyes, I finally stand back and admire my handiwork. Granted the orange, waterproof monstrosity is probably a little lop-sided, but I guess seeing as it's only me it's not like it matters much. I pull out my mobile from my back pocket and take one of those awkward self-photos, my arm bent at an angle to fit in my goofy face and thumbs up standing in front of my tent. It's completely necessary. If I don't have photographic proof everyone at home will never believe that I popped my camping cherry all alone, out in some random woods. This is just another step in my year of brand new, scary change.

I moved to Seattle six months ago from a little town called Shifnal in good old Blighty. It was a bit of a rushed decision. After my last relationship fell apart I decided drastic change was needed. I guess that involves moving half way around the world on your own, or at least it did for me. Thankfully, being my practical self, I still managed to secure myself a job and a pokey flat before doing a runner. It could be worse.

By the time I've moved all my things into my tent, leaving the small clearing surrounding it free of clutter, the sun is going down and I can feel spots of rain landing on my cheeks. I stoop inside quickly, zip up the zip and jump straight into my sleeping bag. Grabbing a chocolate bar from my little stash of goodies, intended to keep my spirits high during this close encounter with nature, I lean back and watch drops of rain slide along the roof of the tent. This isn't so bad. Layers, that's the key, and plenty of extra water for essential personal hygiene maintenance the morning.

I pull out my phone and attempt to send a text to my friend David, the only person I know who's not in a completely different time-zone. When I hopped over the border to Calgary a few weeks ago to visit, he had tried his best to talk me out of solo camping in the woods, doing his usual over-protective act. Maybe a reassuring text to let him know I'm still alive will calm his nerves. Nope, no signal. Ah well. I snuggle myself down further into my sleeping bag, discard my chocolate wrapper and close my eyes.

Christ! What was that?! I lie completely still in my sleeping bag, not daring to move, as I listen closely. The silence of the night outside is rudely broken by the hoot of an owl, which from its volume, I presume is very nearby. I'm so relieved that all my breath comes rushing out in one, finally regaining control of my body and pulling my arms out of my sleeping bag and holding my head. Stupid woman, of course it's only an owl. I'm in a forest, these kinds of noises are to be expected. It's only once I've calmed down that I realise how much I need the toilet. I really don't want to go outside there now, but it's inevitable, I didn't bring any extra bottles for one. I grope around for my torch, slip on my trainers and coat and head outside, pulling my hood on tight to keep out the rain.

It's so dark out here. I'm so glad I have my torch. The only things I can see are illuminated in its small circle of light so I point it straight out at the floor to avoid the numerous fallen branches and mounds of moss just waiting to trip me. I only head into fifteen feet or so, and, well, do my business, the torch clutched between my chin and chest. Damn it! The torch crashes to the floor and flickers off, plunging me into darkness. Oh god, I hope it hasn't landed in my pee. I groan, bending down and groping around for it in the black. The leaves and moss are squishy beneath my fingers, soaked through from the pouring rain.

Holy hell! I stumble backward, my ears ringing, eyes searching frantically in the darkness for whatever just howled. Shit, shit! That came from the clearing! I listen closely, my hearing seeming to increase ten-fold with my eyes rendered blind. I hear rustling, lots of rustling. My feet start to carry me forward against my will, griped by a morbid curiosity. I cling to each tree in the darkness, creeping closer to the edge of the clearing until I can make out the dim glow of my tent light. More rustling and animal sounds, almost dog like, and as I squint I make out an outline against orange fabric. Wolves. A whole pack of them, routing around, circling my tent, padding in and out of the entrance I stupidly left unzipped. Fuck.

Adrenaline makes my heart feel like it's going to break out of my chest and I clutch the nearest tree tightly until I the course bark underneath the moss starts to hurt my hands, trying to calm my palpitations. It's only when the wolves stop rooting and lift their heads in my direction do I realise that my breathing is loud and laboured from fear. I may as well have pointed myself out with a neon sign. As they start to pad towards me and I find myself paralysed once again, I can't help but yell at myself in my head for not paying more attention to David. What's the use in being brave and adventurous if you end up dead the first time you try? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Crashing comes from across the clearing and it's not only me that automatically lowers to the floor. The wolves turn from me and head towards the faceless, ferocious growling as I feel terrified tears start to pour down my face. Somehow I don't think that whatever is freaking out the wolves is any less likely to rip me apart. A wolf, three times the size of each in the pack, lunges from the dark and attacks its smaller brothers. As one wolf crumples against my tent, my hearing turns fuzzy and dots appear in front of my eyes.

I hit the ground.