It's inevitable that it will be slow in the beginning but it will become more interesting as the story progresses so bare with me love as I take you along the journey that is Scarlet~


Jacob's P.O.V.

When I opened my eyes in the morning I was greeted by a large scarlet shifter staring at me unblinkingly. I didn't know if I shouldn't make sudden movements at the moment Scarlet looked skeptical but not murderous so I guess that's okay. Scarlet got off the couch and stretched her lean frame almost bumping into me as I got breakfast out, thinking about what I was going to do. It was my decision to come here to cool off yet I had no idea what to do and what worried me even more was the temptation to shift and feel the wind dance against my fur, then to have a Scarlet wolf by my side but I shook off the feeling.

Grabbing the large servings of food I couldn't help but find it funny how fast Scarlet scuffed down the food. So unlike Bella. Bella, my heart constricted as I imagined her in the leeches arms laughing, turning towards me, her brown eyes now gone and replaced with the vibrant red of a new born. I flinched and looked down seeing Scarlet hit her large head on my leg and huff, "It's not my fault," I couldn't help but hiss, "It's that leeches fault." But she didn't seem to listen because she went back to her breakfast ignoring any comment I would make.

"You should see her Scarlet," I muttered putting the dishes in the sink, "It's disgusting how every time I want to spend time with her she says she can't because she's meeting Edward or going to Edwards," I could see her scrunch up her muzzle in disgust, "But it seems like every thing she does proves she loves me, even in the slightest," I looked into those stormy blue eyes filled with some sort of understanding, "Yet she runs off to the leech." And when her tongue rolled out of her mouth to mock being dead a chuckle escaped my mouth.

At least I had company. "You'll listen and not talk back right Scarlet?" When she stared at me I realized the comment I had made and almost recoiled back but she just grinned a wolfish grin, "That's why you are better company than any back talking person could ever be."

Scarlet P.O.V.

Of course I'm still living for myself, but how bad would it be to listen to another's experience. The hard part to understand was why his voice lulled me to a peaceful rest or soothed the wolf within me. I probably would never know in this wolf form. But then I stopped myself from every thinking about turning human again, it would only cause me to become weak. I would have to get use to standing on two feet and properly communicating with others and I didn't want to. I wanted to be a wolf where I could roam free without humans pasteurizing me. I wanted to feel empowerment.

"I had known her all my life," He started to speak quietly, "When I went through phasing do you know what the one thing on my mind was?" He looked at me but I only stared blankly at him, "Of course you wouldn't...I couldn't wait to look Bella in the eye and find out the she's my imprint, that she could become my world because I loved her, I love her," He looked so pitiful that it reminded me of when I found out my father had died, "The sad thing is that when I finally get to see her and look into her eyes, nothing. Absolutely nothing." He paused and looked towards me as if waiting for me to say something, but what could I say? I was a bloody wolf.

So he continued, "I thought that maybe imprinting takes a little longer but I watched my friends imprint, heck, I heard stories about imprinting and they always happened instantly. I thought that it was okay," He cleared his throat and looked into the fire, "I had a plan, I would just fall in love with Bella and she with me, then I'll just prevent myself from ever meeting my imprint but then she met him and it ruined me. It lead me to this point in my life." A whine built up in my throat as my head rested on his lap, his hand soothingly petting my fur.

He smiled bitterly towards me, "But I'm sure you've had worse."

You have no idea.

His fingers drummed on the top of my head and every time his finger tapped my eye would close shut, then his hands skimmed to my thick mane and over the jagged lines that is my scar, "When did you get this?" I know he muttered it to himself so I just let his hands skim along it, feeling the bumpy lines and visible scar, "Soon I'll have to go back to fight the leeches in the war," He looked down at me, "It's in two days, did you know?" My head shook, "That's okay but I promise I'll take you with me," He laughed a little when he spoke again, "You'll be my Scarlet medicine."


I'm knackered so,

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