"Jacob…" Renesmee Cullen muttered underneath her breath. Her fingers gripped onto the bed sheets and created random creases on the lovely patterns of white roses. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She was on the back of a giant russet wolf speeding through the winter forest.
"Whoosh!" She could not help but wince as the cold wind caused her hair to whip around her face. It was a combination of cold and pain. She tried to lower herself and buried her face in the thick fur in front of her.
A black figure loomed behind them. It was an intense chase. Renesmee gripped onto the wolf's thick fur tightly. She could hear the pounding hearts, both Jacob's and her own, and it sadly reminded her that they were on their own now. Jacob was all she had left.
Jacob Black put one large hand onto Renesmee's hair. He stroked the mess of brown curls gently as he watched her face with adoration. He gingerly lifted another hand and caressed her face.
"Ness…" Jacob whispered. "Wake up."