Jealousy, turning saints into the sea.
He had always liked that song, but never before had it been this revellent.
Jealousy.
Green with envy.
He defined envy, every fibre in his being had changed from love to hate and anger.
He hated them for their love, yet he still held her memory close.
Because he loved her.
I will have you.
His revenge was coming.
Jacob Black was returning to La Push, to Isabella Swan.