Aww, thank you guys for the reviews. Like I said before, I was a little scared to post this story. I'm normally not a fan of crossovers but this idea has been bugging me for a while and it wouldn't stop until I wrote it down.

If I was in my human form I would have screamed, but because I was a wolf, it came out as a yelp. I hit the car with the front half of my body, but thankfully it wasn't hard enough to knock me out. It was hard enough to send me flying to the ground and I was afraid to move. I didn't want to know how much damage it had done. Sure, I healed quickly, but I still didn't want to be injured. Being injured meant I couldn't get away from the others. It meant I would have to go back to Wolf Lake. I heard the car screech to a stop, and that was when I tried to get up. I didn't want a human to find me. Humans were never that smart. It would either be some animal freak, who wants to save the day, or someone who would shot me to end my suffering. If it wasn't one of those, they would want to take me with them. That, I didn't want but there wasn't really any way I could voice that. I couldn't speak English while I was a wolf, and flipping back into a human was out of the question. One of the number one rules of being a skinwalker is, never let a human know what you are. Ok, so I had broken that rule with Mike, and look where it got him. I didn't want anymore humans to die because of me. So, I was either going to be saved or be shot. Both options didn't sound too good. Getting up was not going to happen either. All I could feel was pain as I tried to move. Such pain, that I wasn't even sure where exactly it was coming from. Maybe all over. I looked at the car that had stopped. It had a nice dent on the side of it. At least it wasn't just me that got hurt. I hope the owner isn't too pissed because then they would be going with the "shoot the wolf" option.

"Shit." I heard a new voice say. This time, it wasn't in my head, so I knew it must have been the human, who wasn't watching where they were driving. Nope, it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I wasn't looking where I was running. I tried not to move around too much, but I looked up at the voice. It was some guy, maybe early twenties. He was big. Not fat, just tall. Very tall. I also noticed that he wasn't hard to look at. He had dark hair, around the length of his chin, beautiful dark, russet skin, and a well built chest, that was shirtless at the moment. Yes, I could have been hit by a worse person. He knelt down beside me and started looking for injuries. I looked away from him, searching the woods around us. I couldn't see Nicholas or the others, but I was afraid that they would come out of nowhere, kill the human, and take off with me. This guy needed to hurry up and get into his car, if he knew what was good for him. It was a cute car actually. A Volkswagen Rabbit. I don't know much about cars. Being a skinwalker, I've never needed one. Some of my human friends were really into cars though. They taught me enough that I could tell what kind of car it was when I saw it. I was hoping that he was just going to leave me on the side of the road and drive away, but luck would have it, that wasn't part of his plans. When he lifted me into his arms, I tried to struggle, but he wouldn't put me down.

"Easy, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm going to help you," he said, in a calming voice. Most people would have laughed at him for talking to an animal. Little did he know that I was kind of half animal half human. Actually, it's always been an on going question whether we were wolves that turn into humans, or humans that turn into wolves. Either way, I wasn't a normal animal that didn't understand him. It would be safer for him to just leave me where I was. Not that it would be safer for me. He placed me in the back seat of his car and then got into the front himself.

"Don't think this means you've gotten away. We'll be close by." I heard Nicholas say. At least this will give me some distance from them. This actually could be my one chance to escape. All it cost me was getting hit by a car. I first had to escape this human though. Speaking of the human, he was now driving us to some unknown location. I hope he isn't planning on taking me to a vet. That could be awkward. Some weird guy poking and prodding at me. Not to mention they might not help me because I'm a wild animal. They might just want to put me to sleep. I would hate to have to hurt someone to get away. I shuddered at the thought. I hated the idea of going to a veterinarian, but I hated the idea of having to hurt someone more. I knew I had to get out of the car. The guy had rolled down the back window for me. Maybe I could just jump right through it at the next stop sign. I moved to stand up but that just forced me to remember how much pain I was in. I would be crying if I was back to being a girl, but my wolf just started whimpering.

"Hold on, I'll take you somewhere so someone can get a look at you," the human said. I continued my whimpering. Not the vet, please not the vet. I moved my head slightly and looked up at him. We must have stopped at a red light, because he turned in his seat to look down at me. In that one second of us looking at each other, something happened that I will never be able to explain. Something, that changed everything. Our eyes locked and he let out a gasp. He looked frozen. His eyes were wide, and focused on me and me alone. I had no clue as to what was going on, so I just tried to play it cool. I wagged my tail a little, even though it hurt, and adverted my eyes. The submissive act of avoiding his gaze, did nothing as I noticed his eyes still on me when I looked back. He just kept staring and then he cursed under his breath.

"No, no, no, this can't happen to me," he said. "It's not even possible. How the hell did this happen. She's not even human." I had no idea what he was talking about. What had just happened? What wasn't possible? He got the human part right. "I'm not ready for love again," he hissed out, in such a low voice that a normal person wouldn't have heard it. I, however, heard him clearly. This only confused me more. His eyes were still on me, and I suddenly felt small and helpless. I wanted out of the car. I started to whimper again as I tried to move. "Stop moving, you'll only hurt yourself more," he snapped at me. I have no idea what put him in such a horrible mood, but it gave him no right to take it out on me. I never asked him to take me for a ride. I was the one he hit with his car, in case he forgot. I tried to yell at him, "shut the hell up," but it came out as "bark, growl, bark." Communicating with this guy was going to be harder than I thought. I found him still looking at me, even when the light had finally changed. I only knew it had change because the cars behind him were now honking their horns. After giving me one final look, he turned back around and started to drive again. I did noticed that he kept looking back at me from time to time.

When the car next stopped, and he came to get me out of the back, I growled at him. This guy was weird, and there was no way I wanted him to touch me.

"Easy girl, I'm not going to hurt you." His gentle voice was not going to calm me down this time. He had the door open, and was moving toward me very slowly. Now that I had the extra time to study him, I caught his scent. He didn't smell like a normal human. He smelled almost like a skinwalker, only different. I couldn't place it. It was strange and I was scared. I kept growling, and showing my teeth hoping that he would get the hint and back off. He didn't and he grabbed for me. I was giving false threats anyway. I would never harm a human. That was what got me in the trouble I was in to begin with. It's actually against our laws to hurt humans. Only the alpha can give the ok to kill one. Nicholas should be in trouble, but he would just lie about killing Mike. Who would believe me over a dominant anyway? I tried to calm down as the guy lifted me out of the car. I was too weak to protest and I ended up letting him carry me into some strange house. I relaxed slightly as I saw that he hadn't taken me to some veterinarian's office. He placed me gently on a couch and backed away. That's a good idea. I might lash out and bite him. Not really, but I could pretend to be a fierce animal if I tried.

"Dad?" He called out. An older man in a wheelchair came into the room.

"What's going on?" he asked, as he saw me.

"I kind of hit her with my car." Kind of? There was no kind of. He defiantly hit me. I'm still feeling the hit.

"And she's here why?" Yeah, great question. I wanted to know the answer too.

"I didn't know what else to do with her."

"Why didn't you just take her to a veterinarian?" I growled slightly at that. Bad suggestion old man, bad suggestion.

"I don't know."

"You know the best thing to do most of the time is to just leave the animal where it is. Maybe you should just take her back to the woods." I started to shake my head "yes," in agreement, but then realized that seemed too human, so I stopped. Then I noticed the guy seemed to glare at his father and if I wasn't mistaken, he let out a growl of his own. That was a normal action for my kind to do, for a human, it was just strange.

"No!" he yelled. This guy must be bipolar because he kept going from fine to furious in a matter of seconds. "I will take care of her."

"Jacob?" The older man questioned. So, his name was Jacob. Memo taken. "What's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong. She stays here until she is healed." He was shaking and I was so confused as to what was going on. His dad backed away from him slightly and held up his hands in surrender.

"Alright, she stays here. I'll see what I can do to help her." He wheeled over closer to me. I watched his every move, growling a little. Jacob came over and started to pet my head.

"It's alright girl," he said softly. "He isn't going to hurt you." The old guy turned his gaze to his son, giving him a questioning look.

"Is there something you would like to tell me Jacob?"

"No."

"You're being awfully friendly with her. I don't remember you being much of an animal lover. I mean, I can clearly understand because she is a wolf, but something seems a little off here."

"Nothing is wrong!"

"And you're being awfully defensive."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are." Jacob didn't say anything, he just kept glaring. "Jacob?"

"Alright. I think I might have imprinted." Imprinted, ah, so that was what was making him act this way. Too bad I don't even know what imprinting means. Jacob looked angry, his father looked surprised. Then they both looked at me. I shrunk back into the couch. What did I have to do with this?

"Imprinting is a yes or no thing. There is no "I think I might have."

"Fine, then no I didn't."

"You did, and on her?" I really wish they would tell the wolf what imprinting is, cause she is starting to get a little testy, not to mention she is now talking in the third person.

"No, it's not possible. I must have been mistaken."

"There are no mistakes. I've never heard any stories of anyone to imprint on an actual animal and not a person before. At least she is a wolf." I tuned out the rest of their conversation. It was just them fighting about if it was possible or not. I don't really care. I had to get away from these crazy people. That's what I cared about. Maybe leaving Wolf Lake wasn't such a good idea. I've never dealt with the outside world. I wasn't prepared for this. I hope everyone isn't this weird. They were no longer watching me, so I sat up and made to jump off the couch. I yelped as I landed on my legs. One of my front legs gave out under my weight. It felt like it was broken. Of course, it would only take a day, possibly two, to heal but that meant I wasn't going anywhere for a while. I felt myself lifted off the ground and placed back on the couch.

"Let me look her over. I'm not veterinarian, but I'm sure I'll be able to tell if there are any serious problems," said the father. When he started touching me, I jumped a little. I was not comfortable with a non-pack member touching me. Jacob placed his hand back on my head and started to scratch behind my ear. It felt really, really nice. It instantly calmed me and I felt like I was being reduced to a stupid house pet by letting a human pet me. The pack would never let me live this down if they saw it. I have no idea why his voice, or his touch calms me the way it did but for some reason, this Jacob person made me feel somewhat safe. Maybe it's just because I've been living in so much fear as of late, that the first person to show me some kindness, is who I'm going to register safety with. "Aside from her left front leg being broken, I don't see anything else wrong with her. She might be in some shock from getting hit by your car." He then started to pet me too. Eh, I wasn't going to complain. After my long run, I was ok with a little pampering. Now, if only they would bring out some water and some meat. I was starving! And tired. Very tired. I felt my eyes getting heavy. I rested my head down on my paws and wagged my tail slightly. I just wanted to let them know I was ok with their presence. If they trusted me to not hurt them, then I could trust them to not hurt me. The guy in the wheelchair wheeled out of the room and when he came back, he used materials he had gotten to wrap my leg.

"Do you think we should get her one of those cone things for her head so she doesn't rip that off?" asked Jacob. My head shot up and I glared at him. Really? If he puts one of those things on me I will kill him. I'm against the killing of humans, but I will so make an exception this one time.

"I don't think she would like that," said his dad, with a laugh. At least someone seemed to understand me. Then again, I bet he just heard me growling. I placed my head back down and tried to get some rest. If I was going to manage to sneak out of this place, I would need all the rest I could get. I think I would be safe for the night. "We might want to take her to someone tomorrow. I'm no expert on fixing broken bones and she will need it wrapped properly." I did not like the sound of that and it seemed Jacob didn't either.

"I don't know. I'm not sure if I want someone else touching her." I noticed a smile appear on his father's face.

"She really is pretty Jake," he said, petting me again. Damn right I'm pretty. Well, at least I think I am as a wolf. My pelt was a very light grey/silver color. I wasn't a pure white, which I was thankful for. White wolves are rare and very important to the pack. If I had been a white wolf, I would have never been able to leave. If I did manage to get away, it wouldn't be just four dominants after me, it would have been the alpha male himself. I would never be able to out run him.

"Yeah, I guess she is," Jacob said. He sounded bitter, like he didn't want to agree.

"Don't push her away."

"We can't even understand each other. How do you expect me to not push her away. Dad, this is crazy and I refuse to believe this has happened. I have not imprinted on an animal. I should have never come back here. I should have stayed away. Not only do I have to deal with Bella marring that leech, but now I have to deal with this. Not to mention having to deal with everyone worrying about me every five seconds. I thought I wanted them to leave me alone before, it's going to be close to impossible now." I watched through my half opened eyes. Sleep had almost claimed me, but I was conscious enough to see Jacob stomp out of the room. His father was still petting me.

"Where are you going?" he called out to Jacob.

"I have patrol tonight." Patrol for what, I wasn't sure. I heard the house door open and then slam shut. The old man let out a heavy sigh.

"He'll accept it someday. I'm still not sure how this happened, but the sooner he accepts it, the sooner we can figure it out," his father said to himself, completely unaware that I could understand everything that they had both just said. "Maybe you'll be the one to bring my son back," he then said to me. I didn't understand what he was saying. It didn't really matter anyway. I would be out of here as soon as I was healed. Once I could run again, nothing was going to stop me.

A/N: Alright, so I know some people are going to ask, how come Jovie can't tell that Jacob is a werewolf? Well, from the part where she catches his scent, she knows something is different about him, but she really isn't too sure. The Twilight werewolves and the Wolf Lake werewolves are different. Think of it as a different breed of dog. Like comparing a German Shepherd to a Chihuahua. The people of Wolf Lake have never left Wolf Lake before. She knows there are other skinwalkers out in the world but she isn't about to go up to him and be like "hey are you one of us." One of the first rules of being a skinwalker is you don't tell others what you are. She already broke that rule in the first chapter, she isn't about to do it again.

As for Jacob, he just got back from running away after Eclipse, he's still really depressed about Bella, and now he thinks he has imprinted on an animal. He's a little too distracted to see that Jovie is not just your everyday wolf.

Last, as far as their imprinting goes, skinwalkers don't imprint, so Jovie has no idea what that means. Jacob didn't imprint on her the second he got out of his car because she was just an animal. He imprinted when he looked into her eyes, because that was the only part of her that was still human.

Any other questions? Feel free to ask and I'll answer them to the best of my ability! Thanks for reading!