Cammie's P.O.V.
I followed my mother into our new home.
"Follow me," my mother instructed. I kicked off my heels at the entrance to the house once we were inside. I followed her and we walked upstairs. "This is my room," mom said, opening a door. I peered inside. A Queen sized bed, a dresser, the basics, and she had her own bathroom. My mother and father divorced years ago, so she and I would be the only ones in the house. "Here's your bathroom," she continued, walking down the hall and gestured to a door. "Everything you'd need is in there," I nodded and we continued walking. "And, lastly, here's your room." I walked forward and opened the door. Boxes, a closet, a dresser, and bed frame with a mattress were the only things in there. "Sorry, I've been busy," she scratched the back of her head. "So you'll have to put away your clothes and set up your bed."
"No problem," I yawned.
"I'm going to sleep. Good night."
"Night." I proceeded into my room. I took off my dress and shuffled through boxes to find some pajamas. I found some silk Victoria's Secret ones, and put them on. I went to wash the makeup off of my face. I went back and started unpacking my clothes and other various things. Once I had put my Piccadilly Place bedroom set from Delia's together, I laid down on my bed. So, I was new to La Push. The only people I knew were Quil, Claire, Aunt Emily and Jake. My mind drifted to Jake. When we were standing there staring at each other, the atmosphere was just so…magical. I can't think of any other way to describe it. It's like...at that moment, I knew I loved Jacob Black. But that's absurd…ok, I'm not going to say I loved him. I'm going to say that…that I had a deep attraction to him. But, yep, I didn't love him. Preposterous. I wasn't going to let myself get hurt again…
Aaaaaaroooooooooooooooooooooooo! A howl sounded from outside my room.
What the heck? I thought. I got up and looked outside. A gigantic dog—was it even a dog?—was outside my house, looking up at my window. I met its eyes. It had such beautiful, deep brown eyes. I couldn't tear my eyes away. And I felt like I was staring at Jake again. What was Jake doing? When would I see him again? Well, he knew Emily and Claire, so I should see him again. But when?
For some reason beyond me, something told me to go outside. Go outside and see the dog. So, I got up, tiptoed past my mom's room, and quietly went outside. The dog was still there.
"Hi, doggy," I cooed.
The dog cocked his head to the side and walked closer to me, sniffing me.
"How does Harajuku Lovers: Love perfume smell to you?" I asked.
It just looked at me.
I reached my hand out and started rubbing his head. "You're so cute." I started running my fingers through its fur. It seemed to like it, but then it tensed up, as if…resisting? Maybe…if so, what exactly was it resisting?
There was a large noise—a growl?—that erupted from the forest. The dog looked at the forest, then stood up. With its snout, he pressed up against my legs and started pushing me towards my door.
"What're you doing?" I asked.
It responded by pushing me to the door, then backing away, heading towards the forest.
"Ok…bye, doggy?" I mumbled as I continued to my room.
As I laid on my bed once more, I thought about:
1) Why I went to the dog in the first place, and,
2) Jake.
