SPOILERS AHEAD
Author's Notes: Working on this fanfiction has resulted in a mix feelings for me. The "Twilight" series has never been one of my favorite book series ever. In fact, you could say that I dislike them quite a bit. However, as a result of too much alcohol mixed with a fool-hardy bet, combined with a friend's birthday, "Hunter's Moon" was born. This fanfiction will serve as a gift to one of my friends who adores Twilight and especially the character of Jacob Black. Hopefully this fanfiction will be free from any bias I may have towards the series itself. I do not judge people who enjoy the series, for I can see why they would seem enjoyable to some. I merely hope to create a story that my friend will enjoy, that Twilight fans will enjoy and perhaps even non-Twilight fans. Now...onto the story.
This story starts after the second book, after Edward's return from the Volturi. He and Bella are currently attending school in Forks, as are Jasper and Alice. Jacob has become a Shape-shifter, but there is no angst/drama/etc between him and Bella. They are friends, much to the disaproval of Edward.
- Preface -
On my epitaph they will write that I was a kind daughter and a gentle caregiver. This will, of course, be completely false. My parents know nothing about who I am as a daughter as they dumped me in Forks, Washington when I was thirteen, telling me that it would just be for a few months while they worked out their relationship. That was five years ago. I'm still living with my grandmother and while she's technically my primary caregiver, it's more the other way around. That used to be the main part of my life. It's not now. Now something has come into my life more amazing then I could have ever imagined. But with that amazement came darkness, and looking back, I don't think I was ready for what came into my life.
I should have known it would end like this. I should have known that I'd be the one left standing on the edge, watching as he grew further away from me. I tried to understand him, but when he would go to talk to her before he would come to me, it hurt. I never understood why he would just get up and leave, why he'd shake when he was so furious. But now I understand...but now it's too late. I'm staring at my future and he's not in it. Is this all my fault? I don't know. Could I have prevented this? Maybe. But it's too late now. I don't know where he is. I don't even know if he's alive. God...please let him be alive. Please – I need him to be alive. I swore to myself that I'd never be this dependent on anyone. How wrong I was. Now look at where I am...now look how things turned out. As I look back on how we got here, I can't believe all the things have happened. But it's just all so confusing...I don't even know where to begin.