Oookay, so it's really short...And not too descriptive...But it's my first Twilight fanfiction, so I hope it's alright :) If you haven't read Eclipse yet, I wouldn't read this, as it contains spoilers from the book. Takes place after Jake runs away.
Jacob's POV
I don't know how long I ran, don't know how long I had stayed as a wolf. All I knew was that I had gone far enough.
When I left the Reservation, I had started heading north, and hoped that I could find a wolf pack to settle down with. It had been a while since then, much too long to be alone with my thoughts. Thoughts about Bella, my only love. About Edward, and how he stole her from me. Even about the rest of the pack, who I would most likely never see again.
I paused, picking up a scent I didn't quite recognize. It smelled kind of like my kind, but they couldn't be here. Could they? And it hit me. I had found a wolf pack. I followed my nose, and came to a clearing where the pack was gathered.
They were so small. I had expected them to be my size, maybe a little smaller. But these were more like house dogs than wolves. I approached them, perhaps a little more carefree than I should have been, because one of the wolves got up and started trotting toward me, growling savagely. I thought back to the werewolf pack back in Washington, and I realized—Regular wolf packs were probably the same. This wolf was probably the leader, and I was showing him no respect. I bowed down, and stuck my tail in between my legs. He came over and sniffed me.
The rest of the pack was looking at me curiously, but the Alpha's hair was on end, and he was snarling at me. A defensive snarl. The pack behind him started getting excited, anticipating something.
I wasn't familiar with actual wolf packs. They convey thought through body language, but I hadn't been taught any of that, except what instinct tells me. So, I didn't know that the Alpha thought I had been challenging him, until he attacked me.
Naturally, I wasn't just going to sit there. I hadn't been taught like that. I leapt onto him savagely, and started trying to rip him limb from limb. He was smaller, more agile, and he just barely dodged my attempt, and sank his teeth into my leg.
I wasn't having that, though. Surely the vampires were much harder than these puny things. So, I put my all into this next attack, and while he was preoccupied with hanging onto my leg, I took the opportunity and went for the throat. I slashed the fragile artery that I had been taught to protect no matter what, and within seconds, my opponent was on the ground, the blood spilling all over the thick snow on the ground.
The pack came up to me, and made some collective gesture. Wait. I had killed their leader. They'd need a replacement. I was the most probable candidate for the job.
Oh, if the Pack back home could see this. I felt powerful, in charge of something great. I was the new leader of an entire pack of wolves—Possibly thirty or more. It felt…felt like I had lived up to expectations. I decided that I thought I would fit in just fine here. No wolf would challenge me, except maybe my children, when they grew up. Would they be werewolves too? I hoped not. That wouldn't be the best thing here. But I wouldn't think about that just yet. For now, I would savor these moments, and hope that all went well.
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