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Chapter 4: Scent
It had taken about a day in a half, a wet trip over the Atlantic, and a long journey across the American continent just to get to his destination. The only valid reason the owl would have traveled this far was because it was delivering to a secret location.
He was on the right track.
The moment he saw the owl dipping in elevation, so did he. As he did so, a dense, green forest appeared. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed likely the Potter girl was hidden here. He didn't have much time; if he failed, he would pay far greater consequences than he could imagine. He was desperate.
He would take out anyone who got in his way.
Jacob paws pounded the ground in a constant motion. He felt the soft earth in between his paws, every few feet he would avoid a branch or a log. He was smelling the scents of the forest; a sweetness of pine, marks left by animals, and every now and then, a faint scent of a human hiker that was long gone. But there was one smell that was unfamiliar to him, and it was coming from above.
Except in the opposite direction. On a whim, he pursued it.
He could see the house before he could smell the people outside. He watched from above, scrutinizing the scene, as he saw a girl take the letter from the owl. He couldn't read their expressions as she opened it, so he decided to wait.
He lowered his broom until he was in the cover of some trees, and then dismounted. He did not take the cloak off, and while it was annoying having it on, he wanted to keep his little visit a secret.
For now.
The farther Jacob ran towards the Cullen's, the stronger the scent became. There was another presence in the Forks, and it was no normal animal.
It didn't even smell like a vampire.
He ran faster. Whatever the creature was, he would soon find out.
Looks like I'm going to have to go to La Push later. He thought.