Madison followed Harry Clearwater and Billy Black out of the tribal offices. She hated coming to these meetings, it seemed so hard on the Elders. She shrugged to herself she could see how it could be. These elected official, specifically the elected "chief" seemed determined to stop the "hogwash" stories as Chief Johnston had called them. She gritted her teeth, that hogwash was the stories she had been raised on. She had so many memories of sitting around the campfires of her youth listening to the Elders, especially her grandfather, telling the stories. She had loved the magic they wove and she would forever feel that magic in the misty mountains. It didn't matter that someone else, who wasn't even the true chief, didn't understand the meaning behind the stories. It was her history, and she would have believed that the men of her tribe were part of a larger world even if she hadn't seen it.

She smiled down at Billy, the only true chief she would acknowledge, as he talked to Harry about the meeting. He shot her a smile over his shoulder, "So what did you think about the Chief's thoughts?"

"I believe that everything thing that man said is hogwash, just like his title." Madison replied and received a laugh from both of the men. She was happy to see Billy smile, it had been a while since she had seem him smile like this. It was hard on anyone when other people didn't want you to share the history of your people with the world.

"He believes that the world will stereotype us, I can understand what he is saying but I believe that his underhanded tactics are just that." Harry said as they exited out into the misty sunlight.

"Well, Harry not everyone believe in werewolves and vampires." Billy shot up at him.

"HA!" Harry shot back sarcastically, "They need to come to our part of the reservation, and I'll show you what exists and what doesn't." Billy and Madison couldn't help but laugh.

Billy nodded as they stopped by Harry's car, "Madison will you be able to come in tomorrow?"

"Of course, it's my job." Madison replied with a smile, she had been elected the Secretary of the Lore the year before and it was a title she wore proudly. She knew she had been given the job because she knew it wasn't just a folklore, ever since she had seen her father change she had known the stories were true. "Who will be the speaker tomorrow?"

"Old Quil will be back in." Billy replied and Madison nodded.

"Okay, I will see you all tomorrow then. I'm going home to type up all of Old Quil's stories from today." Madison hugged both men and walked toward her truck.

Madison opened her truck's door and stepped out onto her driveway and she knew she wasn't alone. "Who's there?" She felt the presence of someone, but couldn't see anyone. She looked over her shoulder as she saw movement out of the corner of her eye to see Jacob emerge from the woods. "Oh," She grunted as Jacob wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground. She didn't know when or how these meetings began; and to be honest she really didn't care.

She knew why he was here. Though she tried not to think about it, it hurt too much to know that she would never be enough.

Madison's air was pressed out of her each time Jake took a step, his huge arm constricting her lungs.

"Jake I can't breathe." She ground out through the pain in her ribs.

"Sorry." She yelped as he spun her in his arms and held her tightly against his body.

She stared up at his face as he ran through the woods toward his house. She could tell that something was bothering him, more than normal. "What's wrong?" She asked. She stared up at him waiting for his reply. When he finally looked down at her she saw the pain clearly written in his coal eyes. She felt her anger built as she thought back to Bella. Madison understood that Bella was in love with Edward but she had no right to continually hurt Jacob over and over again. She blocked the thought from her mind that it was Jacob's fault for continuing to go back over and over again.

Madison realized that they were close to his house when his steps slowed. He sat her down gently on her feet and surprised her by taking her hand in his.

He led her to the house and she was extremely pleased that Billy hadn't made it back yet and they had the house to themselves. She followed him to his small bedroom and stepped into the room while he pushed the door closed behind him.

"Come here." Jake's voice was soft but she could hear the tension hidden there.

She followed his command and welcomed his embrace. She stared up at him, "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He stated his eyes staring out the small window over her head. "Just make me forget." He turned his attention back to her and kissed her.

He pushed against her moving her closer to the bed. When her legs touched the side of the bed he stopped and slipped his hands under her top and pulled it up over her head. He threw it over his shoulder before lifting her and setting her on the bed.

She moved further back on the bed and unbuckled her bra before letting it slip from her fingers to the floor. She leaned back on the bed and welcomed his body to hers.

She wrapped her arms over his shoulder, marveling how much he had grown in just a few months. She ran her hands down his chest, her nails dipping into the valleys of his abs when he pulled his shirt over his head.

He never made eye contact with her as he pulled her jeans down her legs, followed quickly by his.

The only time that he seemed to notice that she was there was when she moaned his name as he slipped his fingers into her folds and brushed against her clit.

He stared down at her as if seeing her for the first time and he closed his eyes and sat back on his knees.

"Jacob?" She sat up extremely aware of her undress but more concerned by the lost look on his face. Normally sex with Jacob was rough and fast, this was so out of character that it scared her. She watched as he moved from her and sat against the wall his legs bent, his arms resting on his knees.

He spoke so softly that if she hadn't been looking at him she might not have heard him, "She's gone. I don't stand a chance."

She sighed and pulled the sheet to cover her nakedness and moved to sit in front of him. "Jake," she had no clue what to say when he looked up, "I'm sorry."

He sighed obviously as displeased by her less than prophetic statement as she was. "I guess it's my own fault. I knew she would choose the bloodsucker. What does he have that I don't?" She shrugged.

"It's more what he doesn't have that you do." She replied and was relieved to see a hesitant smile appear on his face.

"True." He stared at her before pulling the sheet from her hand, "Did I tell you that you could cover up?" He asked with a smirk.

"Well," she had assumed that the mood was ruined but as she looked down she noticed he was still just as hard as before.

"Exactly," He grinned at her before motioning toward the bed.

She moved back to the bed and leaned back. He crawled toward her and pulled the sheet from her body before he caressed her body with his eyes.

She sighed as he caressed her thighs before opening her to his tongue. Her hips rocked with him mouth as he lapped at her nub bringing her to her peak.

Before she had the chance to catch her breath Jacob had crawled up her body and was positioned at her entrance. He leaned down, his weight resting on his forearms; his fingers laced into her hair, and kissed her slowly.

He pulled from the kiss and stared down at her while he pushed into her. Her eyes drifted shut as his overheated body pushed into hers. She groaned as he stretched her, rocking his manhood deeper into her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he rocked into her, and his eyes drifted shut as she ran her nails down his back. When her body tightened around him, he groaned and she smiled up at him and tightened again. She gasped as he pulled from her body and pushed back into her hard and fast, taking her breath away with the sensations the speed of his thrust brought out in her body.

She felt her body tense and knew her release was near, Jacob felt it too and held on to her hips before rocking in to her roughly making sure to rub against her G-spot. She screamed his name as she shattered; her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment as the sensation ripped through her.

When she came down from her high she rocked against him intent on making his release as good as hers had been. She watched in quiet satisfaction as he seemed to be enjoying her body more than he had ever before. He nipped at the skin at her neck, suckling on her breasts as he rocked into her.

With all his extra attention to her body it didn't take long before she was reeling from another orgasm.

As she returned to earth she felt Jacob's manhood swell inside her and she knew that he was near his release. She tightened her internal muscles around him, wanting to milk his body of every last ounce of his essence.

He leaned back, took her hips in his hands and pulled her roughly to his body. She knew she would ache tomorrow, but right now it didn't matter, she wanted him to enjoy this. Enjoy her body.

She felt the instant his release washed over him, his cock twitching against her body. She tightened against him again and he growled and said the one thing that would forever shatter her heart.

"Bella!" he stilled instantly realizing what had slipped from his lips.

Madison now knew why he was enjoying himself so much more this time. He was imagining she was Bella, that it was her body that he was pushing himself into. She stared up at him as he released her body and pulled from her. She sat up, unable to hide the pain in her eyes, as he ran from the room.

She heard the front door crash open and heard his howl as he changed. She sat in the bed for what seemed like the longest time, not seeing anything. She finally came back to reality and dressed quickly not wanting to be in the house when Billy came back home.

She pulled the front door closed behind her and made her way back home. She sighed, it was going to be a long walk, and Jacob usually walked her home, or carried her home if he needed to change afterward.

She knew now that her realization that she would be hurting tomorrow was more realistic than she had realized. She sniffled as she entered the woods.