JACOB BLACK'S GUIDE TO BEING A WEREWOLF

Chapter 2: FURY

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"Hey Jake, you look a little funny. You okay?" My dad asked, raising his eyebrow.

That was all I took for me to come undone.

"I'M JUST FINE DAD! WHAT'S IT TO YOU?" I screamed at my father, I had no idea where all this was coming from. I had been so happy about Bella a moment ago, and then the defensive anger just overtook me.

"Jake, calm down. I didn't mean it, you look fine…Jake you're shaking; why don't you just chill out for a second, okay?"my dad said in a relatively calm voice, but there was something more to his voice; like he knew something was going to happen if I didn't calm down right now.

It felt like this sudden anger was too much for my body to hold. My body shook violently with the force of my anger.

A crippling pain cut through my body. It felt like my entire being had exploded, my body not being enough to hold my intense anger. The explosion turned into what felt like of little knives stabbing me all over my body. I fell to all fours and howled in pain.

Wait I howled?

I looked down at my father, he was much smaller than I remembered, his eyes wide in shock as he looked up at me.

"I knew this was bound to happen sooner or later," he whispered.

I was still shaking from the pain, the tiny knives still stabbing every centimeter of my body, as started to move towards my dad. The action was similar to crawling, since I was still on all fours. My body felt so heavy, I couldn't bring myself up to stand.

Then my hand hit a puddle, and I looked down, expecting to see one muddy hand. What I didn't expect was to look down and see a gigantic fur-covered paw had replaced my hands.

I looked down at a puddle at my feet. My reflection was not what I expected, either. I looked like some form of dog. Instead of my tan skin there was fur.The fur was the same russet brown color my skin had been, and was so long it hung to the ground. WHAT THE HELL HAD HAPPENED TO ME?

"Jake just calm down, that's all you can do. I'll go call Sam; he's the only one that can help you," my dad said in a stiff voice. I looked back up at him, and I saw his eyes eyes were still wide with shock. Then again, what father wouldn't be shocked when their son lost control of his anger and turned into a huge dog? I looked at him, and tried to speak to him to tell him I was scared, to ask him what was wrong with me; all that came out were dog-like whimpers.

My dad patted my head, as he rolled his wheelchair back into the house. I could hear him dialing the phone, and then Sam answering on the second ring. How could I hear this? Maybe it came with my new wolf-like form. Super-hearing, nice.

"Hello?" Sam's voice said from the other end.

"Sam, it's Billy. It happened." Dad said.

"Okay, Billy, I'll be right there." That was all Sam replied before he hung up.

Dad put the phone back on the holder and rolled himself back outside to sit beside me.

"Jake, I know you don't like Sam, but this is why he looked at you different so many times. He has gone through the same thing. This is natural Jake."

Sam went through this? This was natural? Since when was exploding out of anger and turning into a giant dog normal? It wasn't the last time I checked...

I collapsed into the puddle, soaking my whole body with mud, whimpering again as the little knives came back; they seemed to come back with every move I made, every breath I took.

"It will all be okay, Jacob," my dad said, rubbing my furry head.

I wanted, no I needed, to know what had happened to me. How could I ask if I couldn't talk? I looked at my father with a confused expression on my now dog-like face.

"What Jake?" He obviously noticed my expression. In an attempt to ask him what happened to me and why, I looked pointedly down at my new wolf form, and back up to him and cocked my head to the side.

"Oh that's a long story Jake, I know you are confused and I don't blame you. Remember how I used to tell those old legends to you, Rachel, and Rebecca?" He asked. I nodded, showing my comprehension. I remembered those stories clearly, they were the best bedtime stories ever. My favorite when I was little was the one with the Spirit Warriors. It talked about how there was this old Indian Chief, and how he could leave his body behind to travel as a spirit. That was the coolest story ever to me when I was a kid. Now, it just seemed kinda cheesy. Maybe it was because I used to believe in those stories when I was little, and then I grew up to find out the truth, they were only scary stories. They were only old lies told for the sake of entertainment.

"Jake they are true. All of them. They are the real histories of our tribe."

What?

How could those stories be true? They were just about as cheesy as that stupid movie Bella took me to see tonight. No way they could be real; I mean, really, what guy's spirit lives in the body of a wolf. Then what guy could transform into a wolf then back again?

The answer was so obvious.

That was what I had just done.

But could I change back again? I really hoped so. But dad had said that Sam had gone through the same thing, so had he really turned into a huge wolf? Obviously, if he did he turned back. I saw him everyday on the reservation. He was clearly not a wolf now.

So if he did change back into a regular guy, did that mean I could?

Did that mean I was a spirit warrior?

Wow, that sounded lame.

I looked up at my dad again, making shock and disbelief the most prominent expression in my eyes so he could clearly see what I would say if I could talk.

"I'm not kidding Jacob." He was totally serious.

Just then a old black truck pulled into our driveway. I knew that it was Sam's.

Sure enough, the ass himself stepped out of the driver's side, and shut the door behind him.

"Jacob." He said running over to the spot where I still laid on the ground, in the muddy puddle. I was still in too much pain to get up.

I looked at him with a glare. Sam wasn't my most favorite guy on the reservation; that was for sure. But, if he could help me get back to my normal self, he might move up the list.

"Jacob, I can help you get back to your normal self." he said. Ah, just the words I wanted to hear.

"Really Jacob, this happened to me about a year ago. Phasing back isn't that hard, you just have to calm yourself to the point where your mind is completely blank, then try to stand. The hard part is getting that calm."

So I closed my eyes, breathing deeply and slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I calmed down, relaxing myself almost to the point of sleep. Then, remembering what Sam said, I tried to stand up, feeling myself becoming lighter. I pushed back on my hind legs and felt like my body was being put back together after the explosion that ripped it apart. It hurt, but not as bad; it had the sensation of your body being squeezed together by some unknown pressure. With the pressure left me, I opened my eyes and collapsed. I felt my face hit the mud once again, and I just didn't have the strength to catch myself from falling. I raised my head up from the mud, wiping the mud off my face, and looked up at Sam and Dad. They looked bigger than they did when I was a wolf. I looked down at my body, I had skin again. The fur was gone. It had disappeared to somewhere inside my body.

"Wow Jake, you're a natural!" My dad said, obviously proud that I had phased back so easily.

I sat up on my knees and observed my body. It was back to the way I remembered it, only I noticed that I had my skin, but that was the only thing I had at the moment. I was sitting in the middle of the backyard, completely naked in front of Sam and Dad.

That was embarrassing.

I made a move to cover my self, and my body ached like I had the flu. It hurt everywhere.

"Jacob, don't bother. We are all guys, we have the same stuff." Sam said while him and my dad laughed. I glared at them.

"Where's my damn clothes?" I said. Thankfully, I could speak again.

"Jacob, did you honestly think they would go in and out of existence when you phased?" Sam laughed.

"Well I don't know! Just tell me where they are!" I said, starting to shake again.

Oh shit. Was I really going to phase again?

"Hey hey hey Jacob, chill. It's all good, just don't get mad again or you will phase. That's what triggers the phasing. I don't think you want to be a wolf again tonight." Sam said, this time completely serious. "Your clothes are right here," he pointed to little scraps of white and navy left on the ground. Great.

"Here Jacob," Sam said as he helped me up. "Let's get you back to your room so you can lie down and get some rest."

I didn't argue the phasing had left me completely wiped out, and in intense pain; the knives were back, stabbing every part of my body. This time, though, I looked down and I was still human. This must be the aftermath of the phase, an it hurt like hell.

I vaguely remembered Sam helping me inside the house, asking Billy where my room was, then helping me onto my own bed.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I lost consciousness immediately.

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