Hi, so this is chapter 2. I hope you like it and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own twillight


Jared's POV

The earth churning beneath my feet, the wind whipping through my hair, the smell of the forest and the sounds of the creatures. This feeling is like nothing else, I haven't felt so calm for a long time. Running helps, it helps to clear the head. To focus on something, and nothing at the same time, it helps to forget.

The problem is the earth is churning under my four paws, the wind is whipping through the hair that covers my whole body and I can smell and hear things no ordinary person could. Because I am no ordinary person, I turn into a wolf. I Jared Cameron am a shapeshifter.

Shapeshifter, Shapeshifter, Shapeshifter.

I keep having to repeat it to myself to make sure it's real, or maybe I'm hoping it's not, I don't know. I am very undecided on how I feel about my new developments, I might be in denial, I don't know.

Since the change I have been confused about a lot of things, primarily why my ass is furry and how I feel about that. I, personally, think it is a very good reason to have an identity crisis but my alfa, Sam, disagrees. He thinks me freak out over turning into a fucking wolf is an overreaction. Puft, overreaction my furry ass.

Yo, buddy, my patrol. You can go home. I hear Paul say. Think? Can you hear someone think, I guess I can now? It's another thing that comes with the developments, sharing a mind link. Yes, and I don't care. Go home. Paul interrupts my inner musings.

Thanks mate. I think before turning back into my human self and putting on the pare of cut-offs tied to my leg with string.

I guess mostly being a wolf is ok but there are down sides, like the no privacy mind link. Also, the temper which I don't have much of a problem with, but Paul is having big issues with. He was a hot head before he changed so now it's really hard for him. Sam won't let him anywhere near Emily, his imprint, at the minute.

That's another thing I don't know how I feel about, imprinting. Apparently, it's like a big flashing casino light pointing out your soul mate. Except there more than just you soul mate, there your world, you would do anything to make them happy. That means being whatever they want, whatever they need. I can't decide how I feel about that. On the one hand you have found you soul mate which I guess is great, but you're at her beck and call. I always thought relationships should be a two-way thing, I thought that it was about compromise and both people being happy. So, to me imprinting sounds more like being a slave but Sam is undoubtably happy so maybe I just don't understand yet. I might never understand since it's meant to be very rare.

Stepping out of the woods I let out a sigh of relief as I see my home. I have been staying with Sam or in the woods to make sure I'm safe to be around and after two weeks I'm finally allowed to go home. I have really missed my family, my mum's cooking, my dad's forgetfulness, even my little brother Kevin's annoying, winy voice.

Waking into the house I can hear mum in the kitchen and Kevin in his room, but I don't hear dad, he must be at work. I sneak into the kitchen leaning on the door frame waiting for mum to notice me. I'm stood there for about three minutes listening to mum sing along, badly, to the radio before clearing my throat to announce myself. Jumping three feet into the air mum lets out a little scream making me laugh as she turns around.

Seeing me her face lights up and she runs over and gives me a hug, "Jared, your home. Sam said it would be sometime today, but I wasn't sure when. I'm making your favourite for dinner, spaghetti and meatballs, I hope that's ok. I've made double the amount because I know you eat more now. Maybe I should have made triple." She says the last part to herself looking down her smile fading, now looking a little worried. She's always like this, and I love it, though the constant excitement can be trying sometimes.

"Mum, its fine, doubles fine. I'm happy to be home really, but I need a shower before dinner so I'm going to go upstairs" I ask smiling down at her. I was taller than her before but now I tower over her and it's kind of weird, but I'll get used to it.

"Yes, yes, of course. You go and have a shower, dinner will be in about an hour." She says, shooing me out the kitchen and up the stairs. Technically, my family isn't meant to know about the shapeshifter thing but when I first changed it was in front of them. So, as I ran into the wood, Sam came to my house and explained everything to my parents before finding me.

In my room I quickly grabbed some clean clothes and went to the bath room to have a shower. 10 minutes later I walk out of the bathroom clean and collapse onto my bed.

I have to go to school on Monday and I'm dreading it. People might not know about the shifters but there not completely oblivious. They will see that I'm taller and suddenly have big muscles. For my friend's safety (and to keep the secret) Sam suggested I put some space between myself and them.

To be honest I don't think they will even care that much. It will probably annoy them, the idea that someone doesn't want to hang out with them, but they won't be upset. I don't think their real friends, there just people I hang out with. I have been thinking about this for a while, I don't real like any of them, so why hang out with them? I think I liked being liked and feeling important, and when I think about it I worked really hard to stay popular.

These might be weird revelations to have but turning into a wolf really puts things in perspective. Now that I'm being forced to stop hanging out with them, I realise that I don't care. Thinking about it, knowing what I do know about the real word, having to grow up sooner than expected, I think what I wanted before, to be popular, was silly and insignificant.

I'm brought out of my life changing revelations and deep universe contemplating thoughts by the sound of someone singing, and it sounded good, so it wasn't my mum. I sit up listening for the source and realise it is coming from outside the house somewhere. Looking out the window I'm met with a surprising sight.

Right opposite my window, through her window, I can see Kim singing into a paint brush as she sits on something I can't see in front of a canvas. I can just hear 'Radioactive' by Imagine dragons in the background, good music taste.

I realise Kim is a perfect example of what I was just thinking about, when we were younger we were great friends, I even had a bit of a child crush on her though that is gone now. Unfortunately, I ruined it, I was a dick and when we reached 1st grade a dropped her to be cool. We haven't talked for years and I know it was my fault, unfortunately are friendship will probably never get back on track now because of the wolf thing.

Over the years I have watched her … that sounds creepy, it's not, it's just hard not to notice people in such a small place. Especially because of how beautiful she is, I love her hair and before I got over my crush would often find myself wanting to touch it and see if it felt as nice as it looks … that was creepy again, I swear I'm not a creep.

I'm brought back to the present when I notice her get up and move to what looks like a cupboard or wardrobe. As she walks she continues to sing and does a bit of a dance swinging her hips back and forth.

Nice ass. O MY GOD! Did I just think that, I did. Ok maybe I'm not 100% over the crush, and she does have a nice figure and she's beautiful. Not to mention from what I've heard she's top in most of her classes, but her best is most defiantly art. I've see some of her work displayed around the school and it is amazing.

"Jared, dinner" I hear my mum shout, though she really didn't need to with my enhanced hearing.

"Be down in a minute" I shout back, usually I would run to get food, but I couldn't seem to tare my gaze from Kim. She emerged from the cupboard with what looked like green paint. Sitting back down she gets a cute little wrinkle between her eyebrows as she starts to paint. I sigh and get of my bed to go down to dinner. At the door I glance back one last time a Kim and notice her tongue poked out in concentration.

Definitely not over that crush.