Ch. 2- The Line
"Please let this work," Jacob thought to himself as he trotted through the woods. "Sam," he called out feeling slightly like an idiot, "If you can hear me call out."
Jacob waited for a few seconds until he heard Sam's voice in his head.
"I hear you Jacob, what do you want?"
"I'm heading toward your line, don't attack."
"What's this about?"
"I'll explain everything once I get there. Don't send any of the brothers to attack the Cullen's either."
"I don't take orders from you."
Jacob sighed. Of course Sam wouldn't make things easy. Jacob said the words he knew would satisfy his previous leader.
As he thought of Bella and Renesmee, thoughts which Sam apparently couldn't hear, he spoke to Sam. "It's over. I took care of the problem. Meet me at the line."
Jacob emerged at the line in human form so he could appear nonthreatening. Sam did the same except he was covered by four wolves behind them. Jacob figured Collin and Brady must have been in school or not allowed to come.
"Boys," Jacob said with a nod.
Paul and Jared growled at Jacob while Quil and Embry whined. Jacob knew they must have missed him. He missed them too. Paul scowled at Jacob's best friends and they bowed their heads. With Sam human and Paul his second, they had no choice but to obey him.
"This isn't your land anymore Jacob," Sam said getting straight to business.
"I have to talk to my father."
"Whatever you have to say to Billy you can say to me first."
"It's really best if I tell him first."
"You said you took care of the problem, how?"
Jacob sighed. He wasn't going to get past Sam or the pack so he had to come out and say it.
"I imprinted. Bella had a daughter and I imprinted on her."
The wolves behind Sam growled and gasped. He knew what they were thinking; the same thoughts they had once shared after discovering Quil had imprinted on a two year old: that it was wrong, unnatural despite there had been one story from long ago of a wolf imprinting on a child. Despite their disgust, like Quil, they also knew that Jacob's thoughts for the newborn could be nothing but pure and innocent much like Quil's thoughts were for Claire.
Sam crossed his arms. "You have a lot to explain Jacob."
"That's why I'm here."
Sam nodded.