Me-ok, this takes place just after eclipse, Jacob runs away, and soon meets a new friend…if you have read any of the other fanfic summaries, you can almost bet what happens to him when he first lays eyes on the girl.

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Chapter 1-

My new wolf friend

I finally go to a clearing. I think I'll camp here for a while. I pulled the pack off my back and set up my tent, sticking my last peg in as water hit my hand. I stuffed the rest of my stuff inside to keep it out of the rain, but stayed out to enjoy it. I looked around at my surroundings.

It was more of a meadow than a clearing, very large a circular. In the center was a pile of ashes; some local kids must have had a bonfire recently, because it only looked a day or two old.

I heard the wildlife around me, the birds, safe from the rain under cover of trees, were twittering, lively as ever. It must rain a lot here if there are so many birds that do not shut up when the rain begins. I heard the rain mostly, the soft thudding on my tent, I felt the pitter patter on my head as my hair was drenched, I liked the rain, it always seemed like natures way of giving itself a bath. I looked up at the sky, there was lightning, nothing close enough to get me sacred, I was out from under the trees anyway, but it was cool to watch the natural light show from a fifty or so miles away.

There was a quick silence. The peaceful call of the birds suddenly paused, like hitting a mute button. It pulled me out of my trance, nature had an odd way of making itself quiet just before some big bear or other large predator arrived. I kept my eyes scanning the distant trees, while reaching with one of my hands into the tent to get my shotgun. I know it's illegal for a 16-year-old girl to carry a gun, but it was not like I was a perfect law abiding citizen at all times. I try, but when you are orphaned, and are forced to live on your own. Learning to how to use a rifle can be a very good idea.

I listened to the thud of the rain.

I pulled the gun to my shoulder, preparing to fire at what ever came out. I saw some trees shake, they kept shaking, continuing forward. And then, it emerged.

Out of the shadows of the forest came, what at first I thought was a large bear, but on closer inspection I saw the pointed hears, the elongated snout, and the long bushy tail, and could only find the word wolf to match it, though this looked like a wolf on steroids.

The fur was a dark reddish color, and it's face looked pained. Though I'm not sure how a wolf, or any other animal could have such horrible inner pain in it's eyes. I would have quickly shot had I not see how human it looked in its pain. The wolf's eyes met mine and kept them. I could not move them. My eyes were locked in its.

I took a step forward. The creature somehow did not look dangerous at all. I wanted to comfort it. I wanted to give it a hug, and tell it everything was going to be alright. I wasn't really sure where all of the odd feelings came from, but I knew, that even if I threatened it I could never hurt this creature. I was what a lot of peopled called 'tree huggers', people who were obsessed with the environment, but I had never felt this over whelming compassion to wolves. They never really made it on my list of things to care for and protect.

I lowered my gun and set it on the ground a few feet from the beautiful creature. I put my hand out to it, like you would to a puppy with a treat. The wolf leaned its head in slowly, never leaving my gaze, as if it were making sure I was trustworthy, or making sure I knew it was. Slowly it kept inclining its head. I should have run. I should have pulled away, but I had no fear. Part of me was asking why that was, but I never really listened to that part.

I felt its warm breath on my arm. Its nose was twice as large as my hand. Then it paused. Not going any further. I took the next move. I placed my hands on the bridge of the wolf's nose. The fur was soft yet very thick, and warm, very warm. The heat was catching. It raced up my arm, until it had warmed my entire body.

When my hand touched the wolf's skin it closed its eyes and then moved its head back and forth making me pet it. It lowered its head and sat on the ground curling up, watching me. I bent down, giving it a scratch behind the ear. Then I sat on the ground next to it. It pulled its tail around, and gently, yet forcefully, pushed me into its side. I settled there, leaning my head against the warm soft fur.

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I opened my eyes to a dim bit of sunlight. I turned, and saw the wolf sleeping soundly at my side. I got up slowly, not wanting to wake it, and walked back to my tent. I grabbed my shotgun on the way. It was exactly where I had left it. I placed it in my bag, and scooted into the tent to change. I pulled out one of my father's old long flannel shirts, and rolled up the sleeves, as well as some old wholly jeans that had seen better days, I wasn't planning a trip to town today so I didn't really have to look presentable. I pulled my hair back in a tight ponytail after brushing through it a few times.

I pulled out a granola bar and took a bite as I stepped back out of the tent again. My new wolf friend was standing right in front of it waiting for me. The moment I gave it a smile, it bolted for the woods behind the tent. Quickly disappearing in the darkness.

"No, come back!" I yelled after it, reaching out for what I knew was not going to help.

"I'm coming back!" I heard a voice yell in the darkness.

"WHAT!" I screeched, "Who said that?"

"Your new wolf friend," the voice was a low male voice, sounding no older than me.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I asked, searching the darkness for some sign of the wolf or of the man that was teasing me.

"No joke," I heard him say, and then a large figure emerged from the darkness, "It was me all along." He was tall, and very muscular, his skin was tan in color, and his hair was tied back on his neck. He wore only a pair of sweats, but they looked oddly familiar. Oh, I looked at them again, they were a pair of my father that never fit me. I was actually planning to pon them off for 5 or 6 bucks next time a got to a town. They were the only thing he was wearing, his bear chest looked a lot like the men you see advertise weightlifting machines. He was pretty hot I have to admit, but it was his eyes that caught me off guard.

His eyes looked so familiar because I had been looking into them not seconds ago. They were full of inner pain and despair. I had no clue how I was suddenly believing he turned into a wolf, but I had come to believe in the supernatural. My life was full of things without explanation.

"My name is Jacob Black." The boy reached out his hand, but I just folded both of mine across my chest.

"You turn into a giant wolf at will don't you?" I asked, childishly looking away from his face.

"It takes practice, but yes." I saw him take a step forward in my peripheral vision.

"So you're a Quileute aren't you?" I asked. I bet all those myths I heard were real. I have got to get used to the fact that most myths stand on reality, but it still surprised me.

"Yes actually," said Jacob, just as surprised as I was, but for other reasons, "have you heard the legends before?"

"Yes, I live with an old woman from your tribe for a while last mouth. She told me many legends and stories at night. I tended to like the werewolf related ones," I had to peek a glance at him, he was shocked, out of his mind.

"Have you heard them all then? The Cold Ones? Imprinting?" he asked.

"Oh," surprise covered my face as I put two and two together. The way he had not let my eyes go last night. How he was showing himself to me freely about what he was, without orders that get in the way. He had imprinted on me.

me-chapter should be corrected of all errors but let me know if I missed some.

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