It felt like a thousand knives were being stabbed into me at once. I was paralyzed. Every instinct told me to go after him, yet my feet remained bolted to the wood floor beneath me. I couldn't breathe, as if I needed to. If I could cry, a thousand tears would be falling from my brown eyes. How could he do this? In my time of need.. when I needed him to besupportive the most, he walks away. I wasn't sure if I should feel sad or angry, but the combination of both was enough to enrage me. My anger was something I'd been taught and trainedto control. I may be only half of what my parents are.. but half of them is still twice as lethal to any human. Then there was Jacob. My Jacob, at least I thought he was. I'd never known a time without him, a time that I didn't love him. The love was different when I was smaller. I'd say younger, but as of now I was only eight years old. Eight years old with the mind and body of an 18 year old, and stuck here. I would never grow old, my hair would never turn grey, and my pale skin would never wrinkle.

There had been a plan for the two of us. For a wedding when I was a few years older. After all, as long as the vampires were in Forks, warewolves would be in La Push. Of course, my family would be leaving Forks for the next few decades, but our memory would be enough to keep the wolves from dissapearing entirely, although the pack size would surely decrease with the threat. The treaty that kept my family and Jacobs family from killing one another was remarkably, still in tact. Had there been breaches on both sides? Of course. But my birth changed everything. There was not a day I wasn't reminded of this. All I had to do was look at Jacob. If there hadn't been a change, then Jacob wouldn't have imprinted on me, and we would not be in the position we were in now. The position of my boyfriend, for lack of a stronger more permanent term, stalking away angrily after an argument. The same position we'd been in for weeks now. The start of the end, as he called it.

"Hey Ness" Alice called when I made my way up to the main house. She was awful cheery this morning. Disgusting. She must have sensed my mood because her smile faded as I walked closer.

"You look like hell kid" Emmett called from behind her. Leave it to my uncle to be honest. Seriously, I'd had enough honesty this morning, a little lie would have done me some good.

"Morning" I grumbled as I walked past them into the house. Esme was sitting on the couch, cuddled up with Carlisle, both of them reading a book. This was the familiar Cullen family morning tradition. The only two that were missing were my mother and father, who'd decided a visit to the place of Feathers and Broken Beds, whatever that meant. I sighed and took a seat on the loveseat next to Rosalie. She smiled at me and asked me what was wrong. I didn't feel like having this conversation in front of my grandparents… that term sounded so weird when applied to Carlisle and Esme, they looked not much older than myself, so I raised my hand and placed it on Rosalie's cheek. She frowned, but immediately understood.

"Stupid canine" she mumbled. I smiled, those two would never get along no matter how much time had passed.

"You two have been fighting a lot lately" Carlisle said, not bothering to look up from his book. I forget how insightlful Carlisle is sometimes, and how quickly he picks up on things.

"I know.. " I said, and nobody pushed me to speak further.

"Will you visit Charlie today?" Carlisle asked a few moments later.

"I planned on it, he's so upset we're moving" I replied sadly. I would miss Charlie very much.

"You know we have no choice in the matter" Carlisle said, for probably the hundredth time.

"I know, but I kinda like it here.. " I said with a heavy sigh. I would really miss Charlie… and Jacob.

I didn't expect him to move with us, but I didn't expect him to react the way he did either. He wanted to push up our wedding date. Push it up! I was still too young for marriage, although my features spoke otherwise. Did I love Jacob? With more than my being, but I wasn't ready to marry him.. not yet. Sure, it would make things easier to explain. People on the reservation knew Jacob, they knew what he was. People in Forks however? They were afraid of Jacob. He was very tall, and he looked a lot older than he was. That could have been due to the fact that when a boy takes on his wolf, he becomes a man in the Quilette Legends.. And I don't mean just mentally, because Jacob obviously still had some growing up to do himself. But physically, he could have passed for 25. A very tall 25 year old. The story in Forks was that the Cullens had adopted another child (myself). My mother and father were said to be living in Alaska, Alice and Jasper were said to be somewhere in Australia, and Rosalie and Emmett were in Europe. It was officially no longer possible though to stay any longer. We didn't age, and people were starting to wonder why the Cullens didn't change. There were no wrinkles forming under Esme's ancient eyes and Carlisle could not pass for 40... hell, 30 was a push for him. We'd worn out all our remaining time in Forks, and so it was time to move on for the next 5o years or so. We'd come back, eventually.

Jacob however, didn't see why I had to leave. I could stay with him, I knew I was welcome. I just didn't want too. I'd never been apart from my family, and I didn't know if I could handle it. My parents had been gone a week and I missed them like crazy. There was no way I would be able to leave them, not yet, not while I was still so young. This is what sparked Jacob and I's argument this morning, and so many mornings before. I knew he was upset I was leaving, and I was too. But he could come with me.. he belonged to no pack but his own. He was just being stubborn. It was so like him…