Dangerous and Moving (Twilight) Chapter One
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"What happened?" Jacob Black cracked his neck as he stood fully inside Sam Uley's home. All the other pack members were inside as well.
"Found her just on the outskirts of town. She seems to have collapsed from exhaustion." Jacob stared at the lump on Sam's couch. A young black haired woman with paper white skin was curled up into a small little ball. "There's no doubt. She's a werewolf. I wouldn't be able to tell you were she's from though."
"Definitely not from around here... Don't even know why you saved her." Paul scoffed from the corner.
"You want to know why?" Sam asked hotly. He grabbed the blanket he had wrapped her in and pulled it back. The shirt she was wearing was torn up and her back was nearly completely exposed. There were scars and healing wounds criss-crossing along the full of her back and shoulders. Paul looked away quickly and many of the others looked to the floor in disgust.
"I'll bet you anything she was a slave for Volturi."
"Sam, that's a legend. It's never been proven that the Volturi have werewolves as slaves." Jacob stayed quiet as he stared at the scars. Legends do have a knack for coming true in this town.
"I guess we won't know until she wakes up." A buzz against Jacob's thigh caught his attention. "Excuse me." He stepped out of the house, ducking his head to avoid hitting it on the door frame. He pulled a small silver cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Hello?" Isabella Swan answered on the other line.
"Hey, Jacob. What are you doing today?" He looked back at the wooden door.
"Nothing, why?"
"Well, Edward and the others went out hunting so I wondered if you wanted to go have lunch. We haven't hung out in a while."
"Sure. Pick you up in ten."
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Jacob and Bella sat at the local Pizza Parlor fifteen minutes later awaiting two large pepperoni pizzas. "So, how is the rest of the pack?" Bella asked lowly, sipping on her sprite. Jacob bit his lip. He wasn't sure if he should tell her about the girl they had found earlier that morning. As he looked into those dark brown eyes he knew that he couldn't keep anything from her.
"We found a girl a little outside of Forks. She's pretty beat up and tired. We don't know where she came from."
"But you have a feeling?" Bella stared at him intensely interested.
"Well, there's a legend that comes out of Italy that the Volturi keep a pack of werewolves as their slaves. It's never been proven. But we did find some interesting scars on her back that resemble lashings from a whip. But it could be anything." Deep inside Jacob's mind, he didn't even believe his own words.