Prologue

Jacob's POV

Even after I've lost so much already, I still want what I love. I still want her. I love her, and that won't change. No matter what she is, who she's with, or what she does. That doesn't change her. Just like what I am doesn't change me. I'm Still Jacob Black. Werewolf, friend, and lover. She's mine, and I am hers. That shouldn't change….and it won't. I've lived loving, always loving, and guess it's good to die loving as well. Because if that's what it takes, I'll gladly do it over. Bella was right, she always was, I don't give up. Ever.

Chapter 1

"Don't go Bella. Please. I don't want you to leave. I don't think I'll be able to handle it. Bella," I whispered taking her pale and small hand, "I can give you so much more. I love you, and I know you love me. Just give me some time." I buried my face in her hand, wanting her to tell me she'll stay. Wanting her to tell me she won't become one of those blood-sucking leeches. It was a false hope. But she always did say I was never one to give up. And that included on her. She may be legally married, but few knew that, and it could be changed just as quick.

I felt Bella's hand shift from under my face so she could frame it with both hands. "Jacob. Please don't do that. You know I love. I won't ever love anyone else the way I love you. But I'm in love with Edward, and I always will be. Why can't you be happy Jacob? You know what it does to me when you're sad. I won't leave you Jacob. Not forever. I can't be hear when I have as little control over what I'm going to become than you do over what you are." She pulled my face so it was level with hers, and placed her lips softly and swiftly on mine. I could taste the tears that I knew she would shed, and she stood to walk away from me. As I turned to look at her retreating figure I saw her standing in the doorway looking over at me. "You'll always be mine sunshine. Even if Edward is an eclipse, you'll always shine through when I need you. I love you Jacob Black." She turned and left me in the darkness of what use to be her bedroom.

Her words still sting me, even after twenty years. And that's a long time, even for me. I may be thirty-six, but my body looks to be that of a young man in his mid-twenties. Twenty-three or twenty-four, Quil thought. I always went with twenty-four, just so I was a little older. Though he couldn't talk because he only looks a year older than me. Quil decided that after imprinting on Claire, Emily's niece, he was going to grow slowly so they could to be together. And they were together. They got married only a month ago, after Claire turned twenty-two. She turned out to be a very smart girl. She was put 

into all the "genius" classes, is what Quill said. That's why she graduated at sixteen. She finished college with a master's degree in history, and a bachelor's degree in English. After years of fussing on what to do, Clair decided to a history teacher at the school in Seattle. They come to visit me on the reservation all the time.

As I walked down the hall of my home, the home that my father and I lived in all my life, the only home that I've ever know, or ever want to know, I felt a draft coming through the open windows. I left the windows open so it wouldn't be so drafty while I was cleaning out. The home I've known all my life, the home that was my shelter and my playground was now empty of one of its inhabitants; my father. Billy Black died three years ago, and now, after three years of grief, I decided that what I want isn't always what's best. I was selling my house on the reservation. I wasn't moving off the reservation, just….relocating. That's a good term to use I guess. I actually decided to take Sam up on his offer to buy a house out by him. There was actually a really roomy three-bedroom house right down the road from where he lived. The reservations may be small, but it wasn't so small that all the houses were an inch only apart. The house that was "close" to Sam's was about two miles away. And it was by the cliffs, so that was a plus.

As I packed the last box of old family pictures I smelled another person nearby. It was the most wonderful sent I've smelt since…. I sucked in a breath of air as a small pain went through my heart. It wasn't as bad as it use to be, but it still hurt. The scent was getting closer and I decided to take a peek out the window to see what it was. But as I looked out the window all I saw was a circle of leaves blowing in the wind, and the scent disappeared. I couldn't get rid of this feeling that I was being watched, and the person, or thing, that was watching me was the source of the scent that had me blood pumping in my head, and through my body. It was a wonderful, and mysterious smell. I haven't smelt anything like it before, and as I carried the last box out to my truck I found I couldn't stop thinking about it. As I drove down to Sam and Emily's I still couldn't think of anything.

Sam and Emily had five kids through the years, and the youngest was only six. Emily still had the scars from Sam, but have faded with the years, and Sam, after two years, was able to control his abilities and age with the person he loved. Emily was still beautiful too, even though she was now a forty-three-year-old mother of five, and wife to a werewolf.

She is a great juggler, I thought.

Her oldest child, Sam Jr., was now twenty and in college. Her twins girl, Anna and Jane, were in their second year of high school, and Mark was in his second year of middle school. The four-year-old, Billy, just started Pre-school and was practically attached to Seth Clearwater when he decided to come around. I still could get over the fact that Emily and Sam decided to name their son after my father. I guess it was because he was a father to all of us, no matter what. And Seth, well he was the only one of the werewolves who could speak about, or to, the leeches without gagging. Even I couldn't do it yet.

After sitting in my Ford for the better half of an hour, I walked to the door, and into the house without knocking, as was my habit, and was greeted with the smell of Emily's chocolate cookies, and Billy's crying.

"Uh….Did I come at a bad time?" I asked trying to keep hold of the box as Billy threw himself onto my leg.

"Whoa. Hey munchkin. Could I have my leg back?" Before I could get an answer I started walking to the kitchen and had Billy squealing with delight. When I stepped into the kitchen 

I was reminded of their old house out in the woods with the bright kitchen and Emily's even brighter smile.

"Hey lover. What's up?" I walked over to Emily after setting the box on the kitchen counter and dipped her into a smacking kiss on the mouth. Billy bounced on my leg as he called for his dad and Emily swatted me on the arm to let her back up.

"Hey Jake. Finish up the packing? You know, you moving out of that house was a really good idea. For one you're way too big for that little house, and you shouldn't live so far away and be alone. I hate thinking of you alone you know." We were still hugging when Sam walked into the kitchen.

"Hey kid. Get your hands off my women." He gave me a wide grin and brushed me off and dipped Emily into an even bigger kiss than I gave her.

"No that's how ya do it." Sam and Emily began to laugh and Billy and me just couldn't be left out so we joined in.

After much laughing and much cooking we started to talk about the house I was going to buy. I would be staying at their house until I got the papers for both houses, and Emily was going to help me try and sell my old house. After all words and were exchanged, and Anna, Jane, and Mark came home from school, I decided to head off to bed. And while I slept, I dreamt of a women with shining green eyes, and a smell that had my blood pumping. Her face was covered in my dreams except for her bright, jade green eyes, and she tried to speak to me even though I couldn't understand what she was saying. It sounded like she was telling me to something, but I didn't know what, and I didn't have time to figure it out because I was suddenly plunged into a dark hoe, and everything went quiet.

I shot upright in my bed and tried not to think of darkness, and green eyes.