"Jacob, this isn't about Bella!" He raised his eyebrows sceptically. "No, honestly, it's so not about her," Leah said desperately, worried she'd already lost him. "Bella's made her choice, done what she believes is best for her. And now, it's your turn. I can't control you Jay, but please, whatever you do, do it because it will make you happy."

Staring unseeingly at the ground next to his feet he let out one, harsh laugh. "Now there's a foreign concept."

She didn't smile. "Run away with me."

"No."

"What's keeping you here?" She exclaimed, throwing her arms wide. "Who's keeping you here? Jacob, you tried. You tried to make her fall in love with you; you tried to save her life for God's sake! But you failed. Blame it on whatever you like, but that part of your life, the part where you were Bella Swan's bitch? It's over. You need to move on."

"Don't you preach to me about moving on, Leah."

It was as if my whole life, every single moment of joy or anger or hope I'd ever felt was suddenly reduced to this. It wasn't a choice I was making; it was just the inevitable outcome of the past sixteen years. And I knew- although I don't think I was completely sure why- that the blond vampire being dead, with her blood on my hands, would somehow be... right. My body didn't tremble as I prepared to phase; that was the consequence of trying to fight my instincts. I wouldn't do that now. Blissfully ignorant to my presence, she brought the creature up to her eye level, kissing it sweetly on both cheeks, and staining her own lips with Bella's blood.

A savage snarl ripped through my throat, and some small part of me wondered if the alert would reduce my chances of surviving the attack even further. Then came the wolf's body, and as it ripped out of my own I realised that if it didn't care, neither did I. My paws slammed into the floor, and I was rewarded with a wide eyed gasp of alarm from the other side of the room, before my vision became clouded with another sight entirely.

Leah was in the woods, running towards the house with blood pounding through her veins. And she was scared. So bloody terrified that my mind reeled a little as it processed an emotion other than raging anger. Jacob, she said, and it was both a plea and an order. Jacob, please. I don't care if you never listen to anything I say ever again, but get yourself out of there. I couldn't- I was so close, so, so close... Now, she snarled, her wolf face fierce and wild and passionate. And for some reason, one I could never have explained even to myself, turned around and sprinted out the door, away from the angel faced creature and towards the voice in my head.

More coming soon! Don't worry, the chapters won't be this short it just felt like a good way to start. Thanks for reading 3