AU(CAT)
Maria's POV
I was running from everything memories, pasts, feelings, family. But I need someone, anyone to help me enact my vengeance on the Voltaire and I think I know exactly where I need to go, Forks.
Jacobs POV
"Sure dad, just let me get on my boots." I grabbed the nearby trash bag and trudged out the door.
I was setting down the trash when I heard -yowl- I swiftly turned and came face-to-face with an honest to god black panther. "Dad, don't come out, but there a giant cat staring me in the face right now. So, if you wouldn't mind calling animal control, that'd be great!'
"Jacob? A black panther in Forks? I'm coming, I know exactly what's going on." He paused as he rolled across the threshold," Jacob, go inside and get some clothes for your mountain dwelling cousin."
I gaped at my father, "Dad you've got to be kidding me, it's a panther!" he smirked and said without remorse," Son, go get some clothes."
Turning I mumbled "that old man will be the death of me" behind me I heard a deep rumbling sound almost like a laugh, spinning back around I said," there is no need to laugh cat." The panther only blinked back a small smirk on its face.
Walking into the house I decided that I didn't like this cat whomever he may be
When I got back outside the panther was nowhere to be seen but my dad was still waiting expectantly, almost as if the cat was still around. Sighing I said," Dad why get these clothes if there's no one around to wear them?" He chuckled saying," Son she's behind the bush, waiting." Oh she. "Well Miss. Here are your clothes" I said as I hooked my hand around our resident hiding bush.
In a deep southern drawl, I heard," Thanks, I appreciate you letting me borrow these for a time, it's rather nice of you." Now I was really confused who was this girl? Walking behind the bush she said," Sir, I really want to thank you for letting me talk to you it's rather nice…" She looked up and I looked into her eyes and everything changed. My world, my center, everything faded away when I saw her face. Breathtaking." hello, are you ok?" she turned to my dad breaking me from my trance," Should we call someone, he looks like he got ran over by a truck." My dad came to my rescue saying, "He just imprinted on you, fell in love, it's a wolf thing." She turned back around towards me a look of pure confusion dancing across her face. Maybe it wasn't suck a rescue