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Author's Note: To let all the fans of Vocare Prabia, my Harry Potter fic, know – I have added a new story entitled "Vocare Prabia Short Stories" as a collection of stories revolving around the Vocare Prabia storyline. Anyone interested should check it out under my profile.
Title: Lone Wolf
Jacob yelped and thrashed out from his den. He looked around wildly, confused by his surroundings. Everything was white… everything was deathly silent… everything was… was… oh. The events of the past few days rushed back to him and he shivered, remembering where he was. Alaska. He was in Alaska. He wasn't in La Push anymore. His father was not in the next room, listening for any sounds of distress or danger. He was alone, he remembered now. He was alone and at peace.
Jacob took a deep, shuddering breath as the adrenaline slowly went out of him. He was tired again, having thought for a moment he was right back where he'd started. He looked around, shaking the snow from his thick coat. He padded back to his sleeping place and inspected it for damage, nudging some of the scattered branches and wood. Aside from a few scratch marks here and there, the shelter had been a sturdy one and Jacob decided he would stay in this place for a little longer. Lifting his massive shaggy head towards the sky, he smelled the next patch of blizzard approaching. It would be good to have a shelter.
With a decidedly cheerful disposition, Jacob pranced away from his den and towards the frozen lake not too far away. He skidded onto the ice before he realized where the edge was. No longer fearful that it might shatter under him, Jacob purposefully slid along the glassy material, enjoying the surprisingly gentle breeze against his face. He shook himself and trotted off deeper into the forest, looking for some food. Perhaps he'd find something good to eat that wasn't berries and twigs.
Before he'd been walking for long, Jacob heard something that made him freeze in his tracks. Twitching his ears, Jacob remained motionless as he listened intently. There! – he heard it again.
Jacob barreled across the short distance between the buried path and the soft groaning he'd heard. Forgetting for a moment what he looked like or where he was, Jacob stuck his nose firmly into an enclosed area surrounded by white trees, an area similar to the one Jacob had spent the night in, and gave a great huff. He nudged carefully and managed to gently push a body backwards so that it lay on its back.
With a sneeze, Jacob shook himself and peered down at what he'd found. He wrinkled his nose when he realized it was not one but two bodies. One of the bodies, larger resembling a pink marshmallow, was a woman. Her blonde hair stuck out from under a pink helmet and there was still a smear of red lipstick across her face, as if she'd only just appealed it. She wasn't breathing and, much as Jacob strained for the sound, had no pulse. She didn't even give off any heat. Jacob surmised that she was dead and, with a mental shake, turned to the other body.
The other body was that of a man in a blue outfit with padding on the legs and arms similar to that of the woman. He was breathing very slowly and his eyelids twitched when Jacob nudged his head gently. With great care, Jacob managed to roll off the man's goggles to get a better look at his face. It was completely white and cold, the nose was probably frostbitten along with the chin, and the man's lips were chattering uncontrollably. Jacob thought the man would be dead in moments.
Looking around, Jacob could not hear a single sound except for the man's breathing and chattering lips. Even his heartbeat was receding very slowly, becoming fainter. Jacob's heart went out to the man but he knew very well what could happen if he became attached. He was in his werewolf form – he resembled an enormous bear with a wolf's head and he was easily stronger than anything in this wilderness. IF the man survived (and that was one of those not-really-possible ifs), Jacob could easily be in jeopardy. It was better to leave things alone, the man would probably die no matter what he did.
Jacob looked down at the man, his mind going blank. He was waiting for the man to die. A hungry, crazy voice in the back of his mind insisted that the man's girlfriend looked tasty. Perhaps, that little voice needled, it would be good for the man to die too. After all, he had to eat, didn't he?