Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Stephenie Meyer and her publishing company for the Twilight Saga. I am not affiliated with her. However, this story is of my own creation.

Author's note: I am writing this story in Jacob's point-of-view because I feel he is the most notable character who hasn't had a chance to really explain himself to anyone. I also can most associate with him and can grasp his feelings. This is after the ending of Eclipse, when Jacob leaves La Push. Obviously this will change as the release of Breaking Dawn finally comes and Stephenie explains the situation to us. Until then, this is my depiction of what is most probable to happen and to help Jacob's haters to see the light!

Freedom

I woke up deep in the shadowy green forest near La Push. The sky clearly stated overcast, from what I could see through the tree-tops. The clouds barely parted nicely and evenly- so much so that it reminded me of Bella Swan's words just before she had left me to go and marry that thing. Jacob mumbled to himself in perfect memorization of the words he'd gone over and over again in his head, "'I used to think of you that way you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me.'" I sighed with remorse. No use thinking of the one that I loved that had chosen someone else over me, not to mention a blood sucking undead leech. I growled ferociously at the thought of his name. It came deep from inside my chest. I didn't even want to speak it, much less think it.

Typically my wolf form could have blocked everything out. Maybe it was the fact that after I had fallen asleep, I had even dreamed of her. I dreamed of her chestnut brown hair with the red highlights shown only in the rare sun. Her perfectly heart-shaped face with her innocent wide, brown eyes. The way my russet skin looked next to her perfect translucent, ivory skin. I shook my large head, attempting to shake the sight of her from my too-perfect thoughts. I realized that I had curled myself around my large torso to be more comfortable on a pile of branches. I chuckled, in spite of myself. How ironic. The fact that I reminded myself to what Bella had been when that monster had left her last year.

How had she forgiven him? I still couldn't find the answer to that. It was like he owned her, like he had some sort of power over her. I tried as hard as I could manage, found as much strength as I could muster. Still, nothing. I had come up short too many times for that Bella Swan for her to end up with my enemy, of all people. Or mythical creatures, you could say. The one who would turn her into exactly the kind of evil demon he was. I glared across the forest into the tree tops at nothing in particular.

And how pathetic am I? Leah had even said it just two days earlier. But no, I shouldn't even care what that harpy girl thought. I had still become just as bitter as she had with Sam and Emily's case. After Sam was forced to break up with her because he had imprinted on Emily, no one had ever seen Leah without the scowl that permanently arranged her features into a hideous disguise of numbness. I imagined myself much the same, as of now. So I couldn't blame her for her bitterness when I had grown the same as she had. The entire Quileute pack had become aware of my certain fondness and pain over Bella because of the wonderful and awfully handy gift of being crowed together in one mind in our wolf forms. I grumbled at the thought. I didn't want to go back nor anywhere near the other wolves. It was too painful so see everywhere Bella and I had been together and everything we'd done…

I jumped up, trying to keep my state of self-preservation. I didn't know what to do or where to go. Maybe I could try and well err… see what kind of trouble I could get into. I smiled to myself at that thought. It seemed fun enough. But what and where? I reminded myself too much of Bella at this point. I didn't want to be like Bella at all. She was a traitor to me, to Sam, and to my kind. But how did I still feel so much pain and regret, and see it all so pain stakingly sharp in my mind?

My muzzle widened into a large yawn. I shook my head back and forth, shaking off an itch. Then I stretched my long legs and stood tall enough, hiding a fake pride behind a wall of doubt and denial, to stand taller than a horse. I wondered when I could gather enough strength to go back to La Push. Maybe, or maybe not it would be soon. Maybe it would be never, if I was lucky. That was unlikely, though. I had duties to take care of.

I trotted along the lines of the forest, looking for something interesting to do. I didn't know what I owed to anyone, anymore, though. All I had was the bitterness clinging to my brain, making me function. It was all I had anymore. I was far beyond healing. Too much had gone into getting Bella to see she loved me, and she did. I had known it all along but that leech had to be in the picture. He wasn't even supposed to exist! I growled in rage, again. This time at myself for continuing to think about the things that made waives of pain ripple through my spine and down my large body. I picked up speed and rushed into the distance, trailing as far of myself behind as I had been doing as much as I could possibly manage. Still, Jacob Black only seemed to resurface.