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Jacob's POV

Why did she do this? I don't understand; I thought she was happy here; I tried so hard to always make her happy. That's all I wanted and all I ever want if for her to be happy. What if she's out there somewhere hurt? How will I know?

Jake, don't beat yourself up over this, it's not your fault, Quil trails me out of the woods and then lies down on the grass outside of the Cullen's house; we're both in our wolf forms.

Don't tell me that this isn't my fault. Who's feet would the blame be placed at if something ever happened to Claire?

Quil lets out a low whine at the very thought and pushes his nose into the dirt.

I listen for the thudding of the paws. I have just returned from one of the small towns that Nessie's trail leads to. I sent Seth and Leah in the two other directions. Hopefully with three of us all looking in different places we will cover ground quicker. It's only been a week, how far can she possibly get.

I hear the bushes rustle and thumping of paws, my ears turn up and raise my neck to see past the bushes. Seth returns, in his mouth a red and orange sweater, Nessie's Sweater. He drops it at my feet then lies down with Quil, his ears pressed back.

I howl out in pain, another dead end.

I tracked the scent to the lost and found bin, Jake. It never left the station. Edward was right, it's a waste of time, it's just a diversion, Seth whimpers when I growl at him.

We don't know that, Leah could have found her in-

No, Leah appears from the woods, suddenly. In her mouth another article of Nessie's clothing. It is her light green sweater, the one that make the red in her hair pop out the most.

Leah drops the sweater at my feet, on top of the other one that Seth had brought. I feel my throat grow tight and I whimper again, my knees give way and I slump down to the ground with a thud. I rest my head down on the pile of Nessie's sweaters. I hear Seth's whimper join in with my sorrow and he moves closer to me resting his head over mine'. Leah nuzzles the scruff of my neck before taking her position and lying down at my other side. Quil is the last one to join me; he takes his position next to Seth and bellows out a long howl.

Sleep finds me and sweet dreams bring me to a moment that I wish I could go back to…

I swing through Nessie's open window and smile at her, "surprise!"

"No it's not, I knew you were coming," she says sitting at her desk with her feet up. She is a bit of a shorty at 5' 5", I tower over her by over a foot. Her hair is bunched into a big mound at the back of her head and she's working on painting her nails. She blows on the finished product and takes a look.

"Well, well, well… What's this? Miss. Renesmee Cullen is taking pride in her appearance. That's a first," I tease her; she's not one for makeup and fancy clothing.

"Remember when they had that big graffiti problem in Detroit and someone came up with the brilliant idea of painting murals all around to detour other artists from tagging certain locations," she says and blows on her nails again.

"Yeah I remember."

"Well…"

"Protecting your nails from one graffiti artist in particular?" I chuckle and sit down on her tiny single bed. Yep, Edward was definitely protecting his sanity when he bought this bed.

"Alice," Nessie answers with one simple name.

"I see… or maybe perhaps you like painting your nails and you're just using this whole 'Alice theme' to your advantage," I tease her and watch her face contort.

"Jacob—go find a moon and howl at it."

"Nessie, you're breaking my heart," I tease her and clap a hand over my chest.

"You'll recover," Nessie smirks and crosses her arms, "you know you're gonna get in trouble for not using the 'dog door'."

"I can take your mother's heat," I shrug and catch a glimpse of the promise bracelet I had braided for her sitting on her desk; it looked cut. "What happened to your bracelet?"

"It's too small, I guess I grew again, it got really tight and I couldn't get it off so I had to cut it," she said looking sad, I could tell she really liked it.

"I'll make you another one," I promise her.

"Hm, why bother? I'll just out grow it again. You might as well make me one out of flowers because by the time they wilt it will no longer fit anyways," she says taking her feet off of her desk and I pull her chair across the floor so she is right in front of me.

"Then I will… I'll use flower—and I will braid you a crown," I smile at her and watch her blush a little.

The moment fades into darkness and light hits my eyelids.

I feel even worse when I wake from that sweet memory because I am reminded of how much I have lost. Not just because she is my everything, my chosen one—she is my best friend. No one I know can speak as quickly as she does and that's what I love. While most people sit and mope after the face of what they should have said Nessie is content with what she has said.

I feel a low whimper escape from my throat, Seth, Leah and Quil have all left me and I am grateful for the gesture. I rummage around the garden at the back of the Cullen's house for my spares set of clothing I keep hidden incase I explode out of my skin. I phase back and get dressed before swinging through Nessie's window half expecting to see her sleeping in her tiny single bed. The room is empty, nothing is out of place except for the crown of flowers which have wilted from the time I dropped them about a week ago.

"Why did you leave me, Nessie?" I whisper, crossing the room to her desk, next to the cut promise bracelet is a picture of the gang together on the La Push beach. I remember that night. Leah had taken the picture. I'm sitting next to Seth on a dry piece of drift wood and Nessie is lying sprawled out across our laps; Embry, Quil and Paul are stuffing their faces with hotdogs in the background.

Will I ever see you again?

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