This is set in New Moon after Edward leaves, and we know Jacob is a werewolf, but this goes AU from there. My first Twilight fanfic, so please read and review.

Bella woke to the drum of rain on her window, the wind howling. Perfect. The weather matched her mood perfectly. She always felt so depressed these days, never feeling like getting up and actually doing anything. Christmas had come and gone, and still no Edward. She sighed to herself, attempting and failing to push the thought of him away. It entered her head, not for the first time, that he really might not be coming back. It made her stomach feel hollow, and it made her want to roll over and drift into sleep once again. But she didn't.

It was time. If he really was never going to return, (and a part of her still carried the hope that he would) then she needed to move on. What was she going to do, spend the next fifty years curled up under the duvet? Although, that idea did have its attractions, she had to admit. She rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom, looking at her tangled dull hair. When was the last time she washed it? She couldn't even remember. Instead of running the shower, she got dressed. With the weather outside, she'd be drenched within seconds anyway, so what did her hair matter?

"He left you," she said, her voice thin and weak as she looked in the bathroom mirror. She tried again, wanting her voice to carry meaning and intent. "He isn't coming back. He's gone." As she spoke her voice became stronger. "He left you." She wondered if she repeated that to herself often enough, it would become ingrained in her mind, and she may come to believe it.

Pulling on her jeans, she suddenly realised that she'd lost some weight. They were hanging loosely on her and her hip bones were jutting out, almost painful to look at. Bella couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten a full meal either. She needed to start pulling herself together. She went downstairs and wrapped herself in her raincoat, before noticing that Charlie was still home. The TV was on, and she braced herself for questions she didn't want to answer.

"Morning," he said, hiding his surprise to see her up and out of her bed, without the necessity of school.

"Hi," she said.

"You're up."

"Yes," she agreed, with a sigh.

"What're you up to today?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "I want to… do something."

"Good," he said, trying to smile at her, but the worry was clear in Charlie's eyes.

"Eat something before you go," he said. "Anything."

Bella went to the fridge, because it was easier than arguing. She was surprised to see it completely stocked and she glanced at Charlie. Clearly he'd been shopping, in case she felt like eating something. She picked up a sandwich and took a cursory bite out of it.

"Happy?" she asked.

"Thrilled," he said in a dour voice. "Take care of yourself Bella," he added.

"Yeah," she said. She left the house quickly, taking another bite of the sandwich, which actually tasted really good, and then she walked into the forest. Her guess had been right, she was wet through in seconds, and she didn't care one little bit. She trudged through the forest, heading nowhere in particular for about an hour, until she stopped on a fallen tree, sitting down and thinking. Thinking was bad, it always made her miss Edward.

Suddenly there was a distant crash, loud enough to be heard over the rain. Bella turned, waiting for something. Then she saw it. A massive wolf. Her first reaction was to run. She knew it was Jacob, but her impulse to run away was still there. The wolf saw her, stopped running and lay down on the ground, watching her.

"Jake?" The wolf panted, as if in agreement, tongue lolling out happily. She smiled at him, but in the blink of an eye, he'd gone back the way he'd come. "Jake!" She heard the foliage rustle as he dashed away. In a minute, he was back in his human form, wearing only his shorts.

"I thought you'd left me," she said quietly.

"Never," he said with an easy grin, sitting on the log next to her.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked, looking around at the weather.

"Werewolf remember?" he said.

"Oh." She leaned against his chest, and sure enough, he was blazingly warm. It was comfortable, with how cold and wet she'd become on the trek up here.

"Geez Bells, did you swim here?"

"I don't have the luxury of an instant fur coat when I want to," she said. He grinned. "What are you doing up here anyway?"

"Exercise," he said, but she had a feeling that wasn't the truth. "What about you?"

"I'm upset, and getting bored of staring at the same four walls everyday. I just walked. And I ended up here."

"How are you?"

"I don't like that question," she said. "Now tell me the truth, why are you here?"

"I called Charlie to try and track you down," he said. "He said you were out."

"I wanted… fresh, albeit damp, air."

"Right," he said. "I've got to tell you something, and I thought it should come from me."

"You're worrying me now," Bella said. "What is it?"

Jacob took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before he spoke. His voice was calm, but quiet, only just audible over the rain.

"The Cullens, they're back."

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