Disclaimer:

These drabbles were written for the Fics for Nashville-compilation.

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

I'm borrowing her characters for a good cause. I hope she'd agree.

The words here belong to me. Don't redistribute without my permission.

The word count is tricky. They're supposed to be 100 words each,

but depending on what you use to count...it might give a few extra words.

So don't hate me for that. ;)

And thanks, A. for helping me make these better.

-xxXxx-

From a Pack of Wolves

Seth's POV

I'm busting out my seams. Just like my jeans and favorite t-shirt. Glad I wasn't wearing my best chucks.

"Hey man, finally joining the pack!" Someone hollers and I look around, seeing no one there.

"Don't worry. It's normal for us to hear each other like this." Sam's voice.

Tentative step after tentative step, I familiarize myself with my new form.

There's an itch behind my ear. I raise my hand...and realize I can't reach the spot with my front paw.

So, like the wolf I am, I plop down on my butt and scratch myself like a dog.

Look! No hands!

Leah's POV

I have just consumed half a deer and it's break time, as my meal weighs inside my wolf body.

Every time I sink my teeth into a doe's neck, I see Sam and Emily. Taking my aggression out on my prey helps.

I eat like I had starved for a week and it was my very last meal.

The guilt hits me immediately when I'm full. I promise I'll never kill and think of them again.

There must be a better way to deal with his happiness in my head.

My sleep is dreamless and peaceful. Maybe I'll find contentment when I'm awake too...eventually.

Jacob's POV

Kid. That's all I am to her. Yet I can't get enough of her smile. I'm addicted.

It doesn't matter if it's shy, sarcastic, amused, or flickering across her face.

When I'm the one to make her smile, even better.

I'm easygoing, smart, and mature for my age. Yet she hangs onto age, the numbers, like they mean something when they really don't.

I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with her.

One day I'll kiss her and it will be amazing. Until that, I'll wait, keep making up excuses to be with her and hope she'll see me for who I am.

Sam's POV

I never wanted this. My blood was never meant for this, Jake's was. Yet he was too young, unwilling. The bones were rolled again.

Now I'm the one who takes care of each and every one of them, the one who explains what's happening to those scared, oblivious young boys.

I take their rage, sadness, enthusiasm, confusion, joy... I bear their emotions.

Yet all I want is to get to be me, to have a completely ordinary life and to get to have a family.

With the woman I love. Even that choice was taken from me.

I'll feel guilty until I die.

Paul's POV

When I'm alone running in the woods, I'm calm. Not aggressive.

I can hardly contain myself when I have to listen to Jake go on about her. Whether it is in the pack's mind or talking about her randomly at the bonfire...

She's a leech lover! Almost worse than they are!

This, the whole wolf-thing would have never happened if the bloodsuckers hadn't returned!

And of course one of us has to be in love with their pet human.

Stupid, naive little girl... Should have stayed in whatever hole she crawled out of to come to Forks...

I run deeper into the forest.