An: Okay so I haven't updated in a while but here you go! I apologize for spelling errors and to all those that are reading The Missing, it will be updated by Friday at the latest so please do stay tuned! I hope you enjoy but before we get to the story, time for some review responses!

annabelle001: Thank you for staying with me, I so do hope you enjoy this chapter.

Black Sheeba: Here's chapter Two just for you! Enjoy!

iaorana: Hope you like this chapter :)

sindhura: They're going to meet again very very soon :)

on with the story!

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They were running through the forest at breakneck speed, undisturbed by the foliage threatening to slow down their pace. Their bodies twisted to adjust; a cacophony of panting filled the space of the night. Bursts of wind trailed over their furs as they sprinted, paws digging harshly into the dirt and slick leaves. The earth trembled as they all came to a synchronized stop in the clearing not very far from the heart of the city. Many of the pack remained stoic in stature although it was evident in their thoughts that they were tired from their long patrol. Very few of them were out tonight, the Alpha male had let some of them remain home being that there wasn't much danger for them to attend to. He had seen a trio of vampires on the horizon but they were too afraid to come within running distance of the werewolves land, not unless they intended to die at the hands of the wolves. Those vampires were supposedly smarter than that, suicide wasn't a top priority on their list. Jacob couldn't be too sure, they didn't seem all that bright but then again it was a matter of one's opinion.

We'll end here tonight, The Alpha gazed at each of his pack members, a smile building from behind his wolf furs. He took in the smallest one that lay utterly exhausted in a bed of weeds, muzzle hidden behind a haze of green and yellow. Come on Seth, the Alpha moved to nudge his youngest member with his nose earning respectful snort in response. The rest of the pack stood onto their haunches, heads tilting backward to catch the wind in their fur, a cooling method they'd taken to using to provide some sort of comfort during their strenuous patrols. Jacob? Leah, the only female in the pack came to stand beside the Alpha, unafraid by the size difference between them both.

Russet brown eyes met dark molten brown ones before the slight female stooped her shoulders and bent her head to avert her eyes from Jacobs, ears pressed against her skull in submission. We end here; take your brother and the rest of the pack home. Jacob sat on the grass, watching as Leah complied with his request, turning tail to lead the others back into the forest and towards home ground. He was surprised by her submission tonight, she was usually pretty damned stubborn when it came to these sorts of things but perhaps she was too tired to banter with him tonight, not that Jacob minded, even he could use a break from the Wrath of Leah.

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Jacob returned home about an hour after he sent the rest of the pack on their way. It was around midnight and he knew that he'd have to wake up early if he wanted to get to his morning shift at The Café, a little hole in the wall dessert shop downtown. His job working for Genevieve was only part time and it didn't pay as well as he first presumed it would, the woman didn't take too kindly to simply giving her employees a pay check and when she actually found time to pay them, it was a measly amount that could hardly keep a roof over Jacobs head much less food in his stomach.

He supposed being a barista part time was a godsend. He woke up every day with a shit eating grin on his face and made those damned espresso's with pride, the sun had nothing on him. "Glad to see you made it in before sunrise" Jacob's fathers voice came from the couch, cloaked with drowsiness. It warmed Jacob to see that his father had indeed been waiting up for him, even if the old man would never admit to doing so. "What are you still doing awake?" the younger man inquired, walking over to the couch with seamless strides and setting his hands on the leather backside of it. The material crackled under his touch as he leaned forward offering his father his traditional "I'm home" smile which Billy returned with an unimpressed roll of his eyes, lips twitching in subtle amusement.

"That's my line" Billy crossed his arms, the sheet draped over his shoulders falling to pool into his lap. Jacob huffed, maneuvering his massive body through the small space to retrieve his father's wheelchair and set the man into it. Neither one of them said a word as the transition from couch to chair took place but Jacob's hands instantly flexed around the plastic handles instinctively. Ever since his father had become paralyzed after the same car accident that took Jacobs' mothers life, everything had changed under the Black's family roof. Jacob didn't remember his mother all that well but he knew that she brought life into this barren wasteland of a home. He could remember his father telling him stories about her before he went to bed every night. How she was as beautiful as the sun, bright eyed and optimistic. How she would sing him lullabies in Quileute before bed or run her hands through his hair whenever he was afraid as a child.

Jacob hated not remembering her, for the sake of his father. But with every passing year, the memories of her faded in to the back of his mind, disappearing amongst the chaos of his thoughts never to be seen again.

Soon he wouldn't be able to recall anything about her and well, it sucked.

It sucked a whole fucking lot.

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After Billy was put to bed, Jacob decided it was the perfect opportunity to raid the fridge. He hadn't eaten since his last break on the job nearly six hours ago and his stomach as all but damning him to hell for not being fed sooner. As usual his search came up almost empty save for the leftover pasta from the night before and a stray bottle of beer nestled in the far back corner of the fridge. He made a mental note to go food shopping in the morning so that he could feed both Billy as well as himself. Sometimes he felt bad for not being able to bring home a truck load of groceries every time he went out food shopping, he could see the disappointment flicker in his father's eyes every time he came home with just an armful of paper bags in the evenings when he returned home from work. They used to be able to use Bill's disability checks to get by with enough food to last a few weeks but one day, they just stopped coming. To top if all off, Jacob was too busy with work to even file a complaint on the behalf of his father so he had no way of getting any extra money to put towards food.

Jacob sagged on the couch for a moment, brooding as he stared down the neck of his beer bottle. He forked in a mouthful of pasta, feeling it burn its way down his throat and into his stomach as he let out a sigh. One of these days things would turn around, things just had to turn around.

AN: And there's chapter three! A bit of a glimpse into Jacob's life, maybe things will get better for him? Stick around for chapter four to find out!

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