3. Anna-Molly

I was able to sprint my way most of the way to Denver in the next two days because of the mountains and forests. Thankfully, I could phase back and walk between most of the no-wooded areas between Forks and Colorado. I got caught a few times with my pants down, but no one seemed to care that much. Well, nobody called the cops. Still, I had to find this place soon. It was getting dark and I was starting to get physically tired. My paws hurt from the pavement and uneven terrain of the mountains. I understood why hikers and mountain climbers used rope instead of trying to crawl over the rocks barefoot. Not to mention I was starving. The last thing I'd had to eat was the popcorn in Emily's kitchen almost a day ago. I was going to fall asleep on my feet in a few hours. I just needed to rest for a few minutes.

No. I was so close. I couldn't stop now. I almost had it. Her house had to be somewhere near here. I'd been going down streets quickly, glancing at addresses.

And then, I found it. It was on an old, short cul-de-sac with large, two story houses lining it. Nice neighborhood. Very ritzy. Her front yard was almost nonexistent. A tree sat in the middle, still young and growing, but strong. It looked small compared to the others on the street. A two car garage barely fit at the top of the short driveway. A Subaru took up most of the space. Her entire lot was filled with her house.

I slid under the archway, noting the open iron doors. I shrank into the shadows, phasing back and pulling the pants on. The nights were warmer here than in Washington.

I walked up the green velvet covered stairs to the front door, trying to come up with something to say to her. I had put it off, hoping to God that when the time came, my brain would come up with it on the spot. Yeah, not happening.

'Hi. I'm Jacob Black. I've been having problems with my friend, who's one amazing girl, and I've come to mooch off you until I get over her.' That's great, Jake. Just wonderful.

I rang the doorbell, sighing, and waited. The blood red, wooden door remained firmly shut. I tried to turn the knob on the iron safety door. Locked. It was really late. I hoped I didn't wake her up. I really hoped she wasn't pissed off right after being awoken. I rang again, this time really leaning into it. A soft click resounded in the high ceilinged area before the chime had ended.

The door was opening.

"Finally," a female voice said.