He knew it was a dream, but still. It had felt so real. Like he had been right there, watching it all happen and he was powerless to do anything about it.
There he was watching Bella fall as soon as the leech's mouth touched her skin. He had seen the fangs come from his mouth, growing to the size of his canines. When he was a wolf, he meant. And then it looked as if all the color in Bella had just . . . simply fallen away from her. Easing out of her skin, like a butterfly coming out of its crycillis. But this was no ugly caterpillar coming out as a beautiful butterfly. It was a beautiful, soft caterpillar, coming out as a hideous, monster butterfly. Not something he wanted to imagine. The dream was God awful to watch, his stomach was doing flips he didn't know it could do.
And then he woke up.
To the cold, sticky sweat making his skin cling to the sheets on his bed.
To the howl of the wind just outside his window sounding out that a storm was coming.
But which storm was he listening to?
Even if it was a dream, he knew he had to get out of there. Out of the place where so many memories lay, tainted with her smell. The remembrance of her face, her smile, even her anger. It was all there, buried under the block he tried to keep around him at all times. It was useless however, no matter how much he tried; he could simply not forget her.
And it hurt.
It hurt a lot.
He needs to get out of there.
Otherwise, he thinks he'll go mad.
With a rush, Jacob was out of his bed and running out of his house, anger compelling him to run into the
forests. The change was a split second long, but Jacob felt better than he had in ages. It was as if he was leaving behind the part of him that held all the troubles and turning into something wild and free.
A wolf.
That was what he was.
Not a human anymore.
Not someone who had to worry about a girl.
But she isn't just some girl, the human part of him screamed in his head.
She's my other half, and she doesn't even know it.