Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Stephenie Meyer and her publishing company for the Twilight Saga. I am not affiliated with her. However, this story is of my own creation.

Author's note: I am writing this story in Jacob's point-of-view because I feel he is the most notable character who hasn't had a chance to really explain himself to anyone. I also can most associate with him and can grasp his feelings. This is after the ending of Eclipse, when Jacob leaves La Push. Obviously this will change as the release of Breaking Dawn finally comes and Stephenie explains the situation to us. Until then, this is my depiction of what is most probable to happen and to help Jacob's haters to see the light!

Determination

I stopped just short of the treaty line, arguing with myself whether or not to step into the territory. There wasn't all too much left for me to do. I had lost so much of myself when Bella had chosen the leech over me. I doubted there could ever be anyone that could match up to the warmth I felt in my heart for her. It had all turned into ice, eventually.

I sighed with remorse, which seemed to be all I carried on my shoulders anymore. I spun around, nipping at the pair of simple black sweats that clung to my shaggy brown leg. I finally loosened the cloth enough and it dropped down beside my paws. I barely missed it when I turned to pounce. I leaped into the air, feeling a sudden rush of wind flow through my mane of fur, seemingly cleansing my body of the pain for one too-short moment. Then it came back along with it, the apparent arrogance that supposedly hid my pain from the world. I rolled my eyes.

I tumbled rather ungracefully unto the damp ground and jumped up to my now-human feet. My dark skin showed through now with the sun making me squint my brown eyes. I grumbled and pulled my sweats on to cover myself as I walked across the Quileute line.

I now knew how Sam Uley had felt towards the Cullen coven. For many obviously different reasons, on the opposing side. I growled anxiously at the thought of grabbing his stone neck and throwing him back against the wall, making him crash into the stubby rock by the waterfall. I grinned slyly at myself. I supposed I looked almost evil, even to myself in my thoughts. My smile quickly turned into a frown as I realized what my idiotic heart would commit to. Of course I couldn't hurt him; it would hurt Bells way too much. I just simply couldn't go that far.

My lips twitched as I bit down, moving them back and forth trying to do something. I looked up at the sky, shaking my head at the boring weather. This town was too predictable. Maybe it was Forks that made it this way, or maybe it was just me. Maybe I was just too busy to pitying myself to realize anything other than my own selfish weaknesses. Maybe that would help. I straightened my posture up, feeling better.

I guess I should visit Quil and Embry. Quil Ateara and Embry Call had always been my two closest friends, even though they were pain in the butt to me, sometimes. I laughed at the thought of them in my head. They had been so concerned for me after I had left. They'd wanted to come up with me, but really all I had needed was time alone. I realized now I had duties to take care of for the pack and for my family. The pain hadn't exactly subsided, but I figured that if Leah did it- I certainly could.

I'd been expecting this whole situation to happen, in a way. Still, I couldn't help but shrug at the fact that I was and still am certainly better than him. Whatever, it really was her loss. I'd fought hard for her. I could have given her everything. It was exactly what I kept telling myself over and over. I was actually starting to believe it. The debate rages on and on inside my own mind. I was like a prisoner to my thoughts.

My thoughts were interrupted as I realized I had turned onto the dirt road that led up to Quil's house. Embry was most probable to be with him. They were probably acting like girls and gossiping about me, too, no doubt. I decided on going to see them and then probably going to talk to Sam, the Alpha of the pack, since I was back and needed to presume my shifts. Maybe, just maybe, Sam would let me off, especially since the Cullen coven had left.

I reached Quil's wooden house, which his grandfather Quil Ateara Sr. had built, and stepped on the porch to knock on the dark green door. The intricate frame caught my eye in the slight sun that shown through the parted clouds. There was a design of a human and a wolf, coming from one another. It was on a heavily deep green hill and past them in the background was a dense forest of trees. It looked similar to the Hoh Rainforest. I was yet again reminded of the Werewolf within. The almighty spirit. Yippee… It was all I could think. All I could be right now was sarcastic.

My large fist banged on the door, as gentle as I could manage. It seemed as though Quil had sensed me coming or something, which was impossible. He opened the door in a flash, seemingly as though he had been standing there waiting all along. I saw his smile turn to a frown and then into a careful mask of un-covered shock and surprise. I raised an eyebrow at his easily read expressions and frowned back at him.

"Hey," I grinned, obviously shocking him into even more of a mess.

"Oh, hi!" Quil could barely contain his excitement now, and he really reminded me of a young girl.

"So… Embry here or what?" I asked, trying to understand his excitement over one of his surely oldest friends stopping at his doorstep.

"Sure, sure." He motioned for me to come in with his hand. I stepped into the doorway, uneasy of myself.

"So, who were you expecting?"

"Not you, that's for sure." Quil smiled at me. A friendly smile. Something I really needed at the moment. I sighed, now in contentedness. Apparently no one thought I'd get over this that soon.

"Do you not know me at all?" I asked, punching him the arm, trying to seem like myself. I almost defended myself by saying I was over her, but I knew he'd know better.

"Well," Quil heaved, trying to manage a calm expression. "Something happened… while you were gone." Quil stuttered out the words that managed to finally be spoken aloud. I growled back at them.

"What?" I tried to contain my anger, already. I didn't even know what was going on. If that Cullen boy killed Bella, I swear….

"It's Bella." I nearly shook him with my fury and anxiousness. I was sure it was seep through into my expression and my voice.

"What the hell happened?" I demanded.

"We have to go talk to Sam." He patted my shoulder, surely trying to reassure me. I was not reassured. I was furious. I wanted to know.

"Well, let's go now!" I started to grab his shoulder and drag him out of the door; he fought against my hold but wasn't winning.

"We have a council meeting tonight." I snarled and clenched my jaw together in fury. I balled my hands into fists, cracking my knuckles into an attempt to calm down. My whole body began to shake out of control.

"Calm down there, big guy," Quil warned. "We don't know what's up yet. Just hang on 'till then, alright?" I couldn't answer. I couldn't even think of anything besides her. She was dead, I was sure of it. I had a subconscious feeling of it. And I was going to kill that bloodsucker for it. I didn't care about the treaty anymore; I didn't even care about myself. But I would wait until the meeting tonight to be sure of it.