I don't know what I'm supposed to say in these things, but I DO NOT own any of the characters of twilight or the books of twilight. But I do own the new characters (they are from my imagination) I love the Twilight saga. I wrote this and my friends absolutely loved it. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Jacob and so therefore I am TEAM JACOB! I didn't want Bella to end up with Jake so i was happey with that ending of the book. This is my first fanfic so be helpul and supportive or i loose insperation.

SO HERE WE GO! I hope you like it

Howling Moon

Epilogue

I ran as fast as I could. I felt tired as I ran knowing there was nothing I could do to protect her to be there with her, to save her. I saw it in Seth's eyes, the déjà vu of it all. Like when I once saw Belle's body go limb, and lifeless, the sight of Nessie ripping Bella apart, only it wasn't Bella this time it was the love of my life. My heart pounded faster and faster begging my body to move at lightning speed. But my body was unable to respond. I was already pushing my limits.

Chapter 1

Jacob

"Jake, wait up!" Quil was running after me. "Jake come on man stop!"

"What," I said not making it a question. I stopped but didn't turn around-there was no need- I knew what he was going to say. he was going to ask me why I'd been avoiding the pack and how they missed me the old me.

"Jake C'mon man, what's been up with you lately? Why've you been avoiding the pack?" he stopped running and just stared at me waiting for a response

I shrugged and looked away. I didn't know what to say, but I couldn't hide it much longer, one of these days I'm going to phase and my thoughts are going to be like a slideshow for the rest of the pack to see and judge.

"Jake, bro what's up? We never hang out, you barely ever phase anymore and well, you just seem different."

"What do you mean, different?

he looked at the ground, "Not the same. Not the old you" I could hear the sadness in his voice, the disappointment.

It was quiet for a while I didn't know what to say, we avoided looking at each other.

"Sam's been asking for you" Quil said a few minutes later.

"What does he want?" I asked,"Is there a problem?"

"I don't know, he doesn't say anything, just keeps asking where you are all the time" he answered, the sadness breaking into his voice at the end.

"Man you can tell me I won't tell anyone if you don't want o me to, I'll keep it off my mind as a wolf. I won't even tell Embry.

"Quil its nothing_," I began

You can tell me Jake, I'm your best friend," he interrupted,

"Quil it just well I don't know,"

"You don't have to hide anything_"

"I'm not hiding anything," I said defensively, "It's just that. I really don't know what's up with me. Ever since the whole vultorie thing every things been fine but lately it's like everything changed."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, me and Renesmee,"

"Is that what this is all about, you and Renesmee? Jake you knew it was bound to happen, how old is she now, 16?"

"No it's not like that. Things are just different I love nessie, but not the same love you and the others feel. I've compared the two, and mine is… different."

"Different?" he asked,

"I know, Im making no sence."

"Look I've seen the way you get all protective when other guys check her out, that's normal."

"Quil that's what I mean, I don't feel jealousy. I feel angry because I know she is only four years old." I love Renesmee i just feel different towards her not really romantically; after all, I was there when she was born. I watched as she ripped Bella apart and cause her death. But fortunately Bella had her trusty Bloodsucker on hand. The relationship between me and Renesmee is just that, a friendship. But really I don't understand why it's different for me than the others. The whole imprinting thing.

"Well then I don't know what to tell you, but maybe you should ask someone. Like the elders. Maybe they can help you sort things out." we got quiet again and after a while Quil asked. "why is it that everytime I look for you, you're always here?" He looked around. We were in the middle of the forest surrounded by nothing but trees. The closest thing around was an ancient house for sale-which nobody ever bought because it was way too expensive-a few miles away. Why was I always here?

"I don't know, every time I go for a walk I always end up here."

"Why?"

"I just feel like I'm supposed to be here, waiting for something, or someone. Like a force of nature is pulling me here, like gravity."

"Well then maybe it's the love of your life you're looking for." He said in a sarcastic voice.

"Maybe" I said to myself.