AN: Welcome to my first posted attempt at a Twilight fanfic. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome and very much appreciated. I have a break from work at the moment and decided I might contribute another story. Feels good to get back into things. Updates may be slow. Please don't hate me.

Story is told in third person, thoughts are "italicized" as are words that are emphasized.

Chapter 1: Rising of the Wolf

It was raw and hot... it was just so animal.

And he was loving every second of it.

The way she would mewl his name when he made contact with her skin, her shudders when he would trail his warm breath over the nape of her neck, the scent of her arousal as she pulled herself closer...

He growled, a low rumble deep in his chest making her shiver in anticipation.

She looked up at him and their eyes locked for a moment. Yes, tonight she would be his.

He felt something stir within him, his temperature began to rise and a sharp pain ran its way throughout his entire body. It snapped into his fingertips, wove itself into his shoulders and he could feel his breath quicken.

The girl beneath him was watching him calmly and only smiled up at him as he began to shudder uncontrollably. He was scared, no, freaked the hell out was a slightly more accurate way to describe it, but the girl continued to smile and cupped his cheek with a vaguely cooler hand.

"Let go, Jake." She whispered, her angelic voice resinating throughout his tiny bedroom, "Just let it all go, trust me."

He scrunched his eyes shut, gritting his teeth against the agony than had now claimed his body.

"JAKE!"

His eyes snapped open and he looked to the girl beneath him. He had never heard such a strong, commanding voice come from before.

The pain had stopped. He held her gaze with his own loving eyes. He knew, he could have stayed there with her forever and it was when that realisation hit, that everything started to change.

She dissolved into mist, her form glowing as she rose out from underneath him, her hand he could still feel upon his cheek. He stared incredulously.

"Jake, just let go. Let go and come find me."

She looked into his eyes longingly and placed a ghostly kiss on his lips, "Let go."

He made to fasten his arms around her, but as soon as he made contact she disappeared.

"... Bella?"

Fear, anger and confusion grew in him at an alarming rate. What the hell was going on?

"BELLA!"

Jake shot up in bed and burst through his bedroom window.

"Whoa, dude he phased! Shit what an entrance!"

"Shut up, Quil."

"Man, I'm glad I didn't do THAT to my bedroom. Gonna take a lot of work to rebuild since he took out a chunk of wall too."

"Jared it's not the time for that."

"Right, Sam."

Voices were talking all around him. Loud voices, too many voices. Turning this way and that he tried to find someone, anyone who could tell him why he just threw himself out of his bedroom window.

"Jake, it's Embry. Can you hear me?"

He could feel his panic slowly strip away when he heard the voice of his best friend. Well, at least he thought Embry was his friend.

Jake tried to respond in kind by saying his friend's name, but scared the crap out of himself when he heard a bark come from his own lips.

"It's okay, dude. Chill. Calm down I'll be there in a minute, don't move."

When Embry emerged from the woods to his left, Jake knew it had been a long time since he had last seen his friend.

The Quileute boy was taller, more muscular with his hair cropped short and a tattoo on his right shoulder. He stalked towards Jacob with long, sure strides and in moments was right in front of him.

"Hey, Jake." Embry said, placing his hand on Jake's head.

"Okay, Em, this is really weird..." Jake thought.

"Oh nah, he does this to everyone." A sarcastic voice drawled out which Jake thought sounded suspiciously like Paul.

His suspicions were confirmed when another, powerful voice spoke.

"Paul, shut up and run patrol."

He knew that voice.

He knew that voice and felt anger seeping throughout his veins.

It was Sam.

Sam, who always looked at him weirdly.

Sam, who took his friends away from him one by one.

Sam, who left him in confusion.

He growled, low, deep and menacing.

Embry took his hand off Jake's head, a worried look adorning his features.

"Jacob, be silent."

His growling was cut short by the order.

"What the hell is happening? Why are you here, Sam?" He spat the man's name out as if it were poison.

"Jacob, listen to me. Even if you don't want to, do it for Embry. I'm sure you can see he's very worried about you right now."

Jacob didn't want to agree with Sam, but the he did have a point. The worried expression was still plastered all over Embry's face and, Jake noticed for the first time, he was locked in a defensive stance, ready to run away or defend himself if necessary.

Jake felt his heart sink massively at the thought that his friend of all those years thought that he would attack him.

"It's not like that at all." Sam tried to convince him. But Jake just scoffed, hearing another bark come from his lips.

"I want you to sit down." Sam began again, "Sit down, stay quiet and do not, under any circumstances tonight, run away."

Jake, for his friend, complied and sat down.

When his backside hit the dirt he finally felt that something was wrong. He looked down at his body and saw he was covered in fur and he had paws. Heartbeat quickening he looked to Embry for an answer, but was only met with a smile.

"Everything will be explained in a second, Jake. Just wait."

The snapping of a twig in the woods Embry emerged from took Jake's attention to that direction. He watched, half in fear, half in astonishment as a giant black wolf slowly came into view. It stopped less than ten yards from him and sat.

"Jacob. Welcome to the Pack."

"The Pack? What the hell is the Pack? I don't want to be a part of your gang, Sam. Leave me out of all this."

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice."

"The hell I do."

"No." Sam's voice was stern and it held an emotion that Jake could not quite decipher, "You don't."

Jake sat there, staring at the wolf in front of him. It hadn't moved yet and Jake was desperate to get away from it, but found he couldn't move, like some invisible force had tied him to that spot.

"The legends we grew up hearing at bonfire's are true." Sam started, "In a great time of sorrow and need of a powerful protector, the chief of our tribe merged with the spirit of the wolf, granting him the power to defend his enemies and protect the people. The tribe rejoiced and the power was put to rest."

"Sam, I know this story. I've heard it a million ti-"

"The threat unfortunately did not end there and it soon came time for the wolf to rise again. Knowing he'd be horribly outnumbered, the chief taught the secret to the strongest warriors of the tribe and the threat was once again defeated. The Chief and his tribe lived in peace after that; he and the wolf warriors all had children. Through the bloodlines the spirit of the wolf was carried in slumber, only to awaken when it was needed again."

"That's great, Sam. Bu-"

"Jacob. Ours is becoming a time of great danger. Our tribe needs protecting."

Jake stared at the wolf before him and then looked to his own body.

He could feel his four strong legs and the swish of his tail on the small blades of grass. He could hear the dripping tap in the bathroom with his two sensitive ears and could smell more than he ever imagined he could.

He got to his feet; shaking and dug his claws deep into the earth for fear that he would fall over.

The black wolf, Sam, stood also. He was a little shorter than Jake but built just as well.

Sam walked right up to him and placed a solid paw on his shoulder.

"The wolf has risen again."