Before I could reach out for her, she was gone. Something had taken her so quickly that not even my eyes had had time to process it. The color of her hair was a brief blur in the aftermath of her departure, all that was left of my Nessie.

I felt adrenaline pumping in my veins. Though I couldn't see her, I could still smell her. I could also smell something else; something foul; something entirely unfamiliar. Well, I knew what the smell was: vampire. I just didn't know who it belonged to. The scent sparked no past memory of any vampire I'd ever encountered.

I cursed and rammed my fist into the steering wheel, causing it to cave in and the airbag to dislodge. That pissed me off even more. I batted at it, shouting incoherently until I'd finally had enough and broke my way through the door. Sure, the ride was nice and it was expensive, but it was replaceable. Renesmee wasn't.

Once I got out of the car, I slammed the door to emphasize even more my anger. It was already falling off of the hinge, so when it impacted with the rest of the vehicle, it ricocheted and landed somewhere behind me. I don't know where since I wasn't exactly paying attention to anything but my confusion and frustration.

I paced in place, looking for something to beat the hell out of. My muscles were thrumming against my skin, preparing to break free into transformation. I looked at the house and saw Bella and Edward walking toward me. Their pace was normal; I think they were just in shock about what had happened. Speaking of what had happened – "WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!?" The words clawed through my throat, angry but fearful. One minute, Nessie had been right next to me. She had been leaning in to kiss me, her scent almost knocking me out. The next, she had been torn from the vehicle, unable to gather enough air to scream.

My reaction sped up their movements, and they were next to me in a matter of milliseconds. Their eyes were guarded, but I could see the anger, especially Bella's. I knew she wanted to blame me for not protecting her daughter. That's exactly what I was doing to myself right now. Edward, on the other hand, would be more reasonable. He would be angry with me, but he'd tell me some crap about how it wasn't my fault.

He could read minds, but I could read personalities, and his was predictable.

"Jacob," he called to me, an attempt at soothing the savage beast. My veins were pumping harder now. Even my bones ached with the call of my transformation. "Jacob, just calm down. You couldn't have done anything to protect her. Not even Alice foresaw this happening."

My jaw clenched as the ache in my chest heightened. My mind was racing with too many thoughts to collect – Nessie's whole life up until this point; what the hell had happened; who could have taken her. I tried to hold my temper, but it was flaring beyond my control. "Why are we wasting time? Nessie's been kidnapped and you're standing here talking to me? We should be out there LOOKING for her!"

I saw a flash of something in Edward's eyes, like I'd just challenged him and he was resisting. How typical of him. When something irrational happened, he chose to rationalize it. "Rest assured, we will find her. Carlisle, Japser, and Emmett are following the scent right now."

I shook my head. "I can't do what you're asking, Edward. I can't just sit here and wait for her to come back. I've got to find her." With that, I turned and allowed the energy to consume me; allowed my body to rip apart painlessly so that I could fall onto four legs and search.

The stink of the foreign vampire invaded my nose, leading me on a narrow path. I caught a whiff of Rensmee's own scent; felt it burn my nose like the pain in your chest that drives you on until you can't run anymore. I had to find her; I had to make sure she was safe.

The trees around me blurred into a constant green, but I could have made out every detail if you'd asked me to. I could have told you about the passing family of sparrows, of the patches of snow that remained on the ground, of the buds that were forming on the branches. Of course, I wouldn't. I was too focused on finding Nessie.

I was soon beside the three vampires, matching their pace. "We're getting closer, Jacob, but nobody's quite sure who we're up against. When we catch up to them, I want you to take Renesmee back to the house. We'll take care of the visitor." I couldn't speak, so I gave a low growl. As much as I wanted to tear apar the piece of shit that had taken Renesmee, I wanted to keep her safe more. I'd follow the doctor's plans.

I planned on sticking next to them, but a breeze caught the scent of Renesmee and thrust it at me. Instinct took over. I focused on the power of my legs and pushed myself harder, flashing past the vampires that were helping me. I'm sure they weren't too pleased about that, but I was going to get to Renesmee as quickly as I could.

The path took an unexpected turn into the deeper part of the woods. I had to jump over inconveniently placed rocks and fallen logs in order to stay on track. The farther I got, though, the weaker the trail became until I couldn't smell the bastard anymore. At first, my only thought had been about saving Renesmee and tearing the vamp that had stolen her to shreds, but now I became slightly more aware of my surroundings. The smell was gone. The place was undisturbed. It was like the vamp had been here one moment and gone the next. There was nothing around me.

In case I'd missed something (though I was sure that I hadn't), I trotted a few feet in every direction. But, of course, I found nothing. The air was completely clean of vampire stink.

I felt the anger thriving in me again. I struck at trees and loped around. The Cullens found me in a state of panic. Just like Renesmee, the vamp had just disappeared! What the HELL was going on?

I turned to face Carlisle, hoping he'd have some answers. I panted angrily, waiting for them. All he could do was look at me strangely while Jasper and Emmett searched the immediate area. I wanted to ask him what the hell was going on. I wanted him to KNOW something. But he just tensed and said, "I think we're facing something far more dangerous than we anticipated." Not finding that answer to my liking, I howled and bounded away, in search for some kind of clue.

Author's Note: Aw. I feel like I'm getting a better hang of Jacob's character. I'm not completely there, but I'm making progress. :)