Jacob's POV:
I couldn't take it anymore. As I read the letter I felt the fire in me turn violent as I saw red. She always chose that filthy bloodsucker over me. I bolted out of my house and I heard my dad calling me but I ignored him. I pulled off my shirt before I phased and ran into the woods. I heard the thoughts of the others that phased but I just focused on letting the wolf take over, and soon I couldn't hear them…
Three days later
I ran for 2 days straight, only stopping one day to hunt and rest. I think I was somewhere in Canada by the time I stopped. My paws had cuts on them, my fur matted with mud, dirt and blood when I tripped and crashed into a tree, and the ache of exhaustion seeped into my bones. I plopped myself on the forest floor on laid on my belly, taking deep breaths and almost making the dirt and glass go up my nose, I smelled pine, grass, fresh air, sea-salt. I only closed my eyes for a second when at a far distance I saw her. She was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and black cargo pants with hiking boots…but what she was wearing didn't caught my eye, it was what was in her hands. A shotgun, I barked out a laugh but the girl was determined, crouched she moved like water, weaving through the trees. I pushed myself up and launched myself at her trying to knock the gun out of her hands before she hurts herself. She rolled out of the way and dodged me. She charged at me and before I could move she landed a heel-kick to my jaw that sent me in a daze 'how can she hit that hard? She should have broken her leg' I thought to myself as I shook my fur out and focused at her, she cocked the gun and before she could have pulled the trigger, I felt exhaustion hit me and I slumped to the ground and my vision went blurry. The last glimpse I got was of the girl walking over to stand right in front of me, her shotgun aimed between my eyes a good 4 feet away before I passed out.