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YAY!!!! Chapter Seven!!!! Omg I can't believe I made it this far lol, I would like this time now to thank Vidaloca who has been such a great friend and advisor to me from the beginning, right back from when we went to primary school together to now, where she still manages to stay in everyday contact with me even now after I moved five years ago to the other side of the country. Although she doesn't write the same kinds of fan fictions that I do i.e. One-shots instead of long-winded storylines, innocent romance instead of dirty lemons,- YET- happy and humorous instead of angst. Despite our differences when it comes to fan fiction she's always there for me, hearing me out and giving her advice so I'd just like to say thankyou… for everything.

OKAY YES CHAPTER SEVEN!!! Lol

Im loving this chapter already. It really takes Sam's and Jacob's relationship to the next level. I've worked out that this story is going to be about fifteen or twenty chapters long depending on how much I write for each chapter. There might be a sequel, might, don't hold me to that because don't know where I would take the storyline.

Ok im getting on with the chapter now.

PLEASE REVIEW!!! I know I nag, but I want some feedback on the results of this chapter….dun da dum!!!!!

WARNING: Rated M for angst, language and sweet sweet lemons…

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Phoenix


Wolf Bite

-Chapter Seven-

Jacob's P.O.V.

"I need to phase… now"

Sam paused, confused at my sudden demand. My wolf snarls grew as he began to steadily crawl out of the pit. His cold blue eyes glowed in the darkness. There was only anger in those eyes; anger, frustration, the need to kill-

"Sam!" Sam jolted out of his dazed and confused state.

"Now? Here?"

"Yes Sam!" sensing my panic he quickly instructed me to close my eyes and to focus on my breathing. I forced it to slow, my heart was racing in my chest, my wolf was almost out of the pit. I ploughed through the darkness calling my own name. It was so dark, I couldn't find him. My wolf raised his head out of pit, pulling the rest of his body out with it. I ran further, deeper into the darkness until I heard a tiny sound.

Sobbing… Jacob was crying.

I raced over to him. He was sitting in the very far corner of my mind. His legs pulled up to his chest and his face hidden. His arms wrapped protectively around himself as he tried to make himself as small as possible.

"Jacob" I breathed. I approached, slowly, cautiously. I could hear wolf straining to get his front legs out of the pit. Afraid, knowing there was no way I could stop him, I threw my arms around my broken form.

Heat seared through my body, I could feel muscle, bone, flesh all contracting and changing. The darkness faded, my wolf howled in frustration.

I opened my eyes.

Sam was standing before me. He was frozen, his hands halfway stretched out towards me, like he didn't know whether to stand back or to hold me.

His steel-brown eyes met mine. He looked surprised, startled almost. When I was in wolf-form my eyes tended to be a grey and blue. When I was in my human-form, however, I remembered they changed to a dark brown. The change was rare, only few shifters had it, it was like a human having one green eye and one blue: next to impossible.

His eyes watched mine until they slowly, very slowly, began to move along my body, taking the rest of me in.

My bronzed skin was soft and even, almost beautiful. It was cleared from all blemishes and imperfections and stretched evenly over my muscles that bulged out in awkward proportions. I was deathly thin, nothing more than skin, bone and muscle. There was no fat, no extra weight. The muscles I did have from running, from my non-stop travelling and looked wildly out of proportion to the rest of me.

His eyes raked over my body, I shivered lightly as his attention was somehow drawn to the curve of my thigh, the V that formed on my abdomen and lower to where-

He ripped his eyes away, forcing them to stay on my face. My breathing had become shallow. My heart pounded in my chest. I focused my eyes on his beautiful face and watched as he looked to my black hair. He'd shaved it short, after all the shampoo and conditioner it shone like liquid black ink. For a moment his eyes stayed there. His eyes turning dark with hunger.

I felt another shiver as he watched me- and my hair- I think he thought he'd cut it too short. Although it had been necessary and it did suit me, I wondered if he wanted it longer; if he wanted to run his hands through my hair, to tangle his fingers through it, to bury his face within it.

My heart stuttered.

Why was I thinking those thoughts? I knew I was handsome, I'd been told many a times at high school. I had been what girls found 'attractive'. But that was then and Sam was certainly no teenage girl.

"Y-you…you did it," he suddenly grunted. His voice broke the silence. It was thick, heavy with some sort of emotion. He cleared his throat lightly. "I'll go get you some pants." Without another word he exited the shed practically breaking into a jog as he headed for the house.

I lay against the cold cement, confused. I was a monster, yet Sam had looked at me unafraid and with that, almost, hungry look in his eyes. But then he'd practically run away from me. I didn't understand. It had been two years since high school and a lot had changed since then. Maybe I was one of those people who grew uglier as they grew older. Was I ugly? Did Sam think I was ugly?

I shook my head roughly trying to dispel the thoughts.

Why did I care what he thought about me anyway? He wasn't my imprint.

Sam returned a few moments later carrying a spare set of pants.

"Here" he held them out to me. "They're mine, but they're way too short- they should fit you." He politely looked away as I scrambled to my feet and pulled on the pants. The fabric felt strange and foreign against my skin. I hadn't worn any sort of clothing for over two years. I had to adjust the pants several times before I realised that I wasn't going to get used to them anytime soon.

"Feel different?" Sam asked watching my attempts to make the pants sit differently. I felt my face turn a slight pink.

"Y-yeah… I'm not used to um- wearing clothes" I couldn't understand why I was blushing,

"It doesn't surprise me. How long have you been in you're wolf –form anyway?"

"…Two years" Sam looked surprised by this. I think he already guessed that I had been in my wolf form for a long time, just not that long.

"That long?" Sam leaned back against the side of Emily's car. I nodded. "Why?"

I froze and looked up to Sam questionly. He stared back. He was really asking me why I had pushed myself to these extremes, why I had been starving myself, why I refused to sleep. He was literally asking me why I wanted to die.

"I…I don't want to talk about it" I turned away from him hoping he would leave it at that.

He didn't.

"Maybe you should. It's been two years"

"I said I don't want to talk about it!" I growled. I didn't know where my anger was coming from. Why wasn't I telling him the truth? Why wasn't I screaming it at him? Telling him I was a monster? That I killed my family and my pack? If he knew the truth he would leave me alone right? He would become disgusted, he would kick me out of the reservation and let me carry on with my serch for death, him and his pack might even save me the trouble.

So why was I hesitating?

Sam watched me for a moment before letting out a loud sigh.

"If you don't want to talk about it it's fine" I turned to look at him surprised. I thought he would push the matter. My eyes met his steel brown ones. "But one day Jacob, you're going to have to stop running."

Word of my transformation travelled quickly. For some reason Emily and Sam treated it as a celebration. That night the whole pack and everyone who knew about the pack were invited to come to Emily's house for dinner. Apparently more people knew about me than I'd thought. Everyone seemed to have heard that I was Sam's imprint who couldn't phase. Then again he was Alpha, a twenty-eight-year old alpha and for him to finally find his imprint was a celebration in itself.

Emily had supplied me a set of clothes to wear to dinner and given me a few tips to impress. Sensing that I didn't want her around me, she had left quickly and spoke little to me, though she always gave warm smiles in my direction.

Guilt.

Emily was so nice to me, she was like a big older sister, or a kind mother and that was why I put the barriers up. I could deal with the pack, even though at times they reminded me of my own they seemed happy to ignore me and they didn't treat me as if I was their alpha. But Emily, Emily treated me as her son regardless if I wanted her near me or not. She was just too caring. I'd never known my mother, she'd died giving birth to me, but if she were alive I knew she'd be like Emily. Emily stood like a reminder of what could have been. If mum hadn't died giving birth to me, if I hadn't killed her, she would still be alive, giving Michael all the love and care he needed. Michael would've been originally in line for the next Alpha and he would've never tried to take the pack by force. dad would still be alive, the pack would still be alive….everything would've been better if I'd never been born…if I never existed.

By the time I had taken yet another shower, pulled on my borrowed clothes and managed to spike up my hair with a bit of gel- which turned out to be a success. Guests had just started to arrive. Sam was standing by the front door with Emily. As soon as I stepped out into hallway he turned froze.

I found myself nervous about what he would say, what he would think of my attire. The dark, hungry look had reappeared in his eyes as he took in the tight black, long sleeved shirt and khaki pants.

"Jacob" he breathed. My heart stuttered at the way he said my name. Why did it always do that?

"Do I look okay?" I asked nervously walking up to his side. I didn't want to be standing randomly in the hallway; I would be an all too easy target for the guests to pounce on me with hundreds of questions.

Yes, being by Sam's side was safer.

"Thankyou Emily" Sam said automatically without looking at her. His eyes stayed on me. I could feel a blush beginning to come over my cheeks. Why did he keep looking at me like that?

Because he thinks you're his imprint. My thoughts reminded me instantly.

More guilt.

It wasn't right for me to stay here, next to him. Why did I even make that blasted deal in the first place? what did I think would happen? That Sam was right and he could look over the fact that I was a monster and we'd live happily ever after, running into the sunset.

Melodramatic enough? I frowned inwardly. It was my thoughts, but it wasn't me thinking it. I did not give myself commentary. It was me but it wasn't, kinda like a whole different form of me…

Or side.

Bingo I almost leapt out of my skin at the response snapping back to the now. Sam had begun greeting the guests and I was standing there like a zombie. The guests congratulated us both and with each congratulation I began to feel more and more guilty. They all thought I was Sam's imprint, maybe to Sam I was, but already I knew what I was, I wasn't Sam's imprint I was a M-

Will you quit it already? You're giving me a headache. I froze.

Who the fuck is this?

No reply.

Go figure.

When all the guests had arrived they all moved into the large dinning room to sit at the long table. I was, of course, seated right next to Sam. I felt grateful. I didn't want to sit near the other guest and Sam was doing a great job of deflecting the personal questions.

Emily had prepared a feast for the guests, though considering there were more then seven shifters present I guessed none of it would go to waste. Surprisingly enough though, the shifters held back. I knew they were hungry, I could practically see the drool running down their chins, but they waited for the other guests and Sam to take their pick of food. Just like a normal pecking order.

Sam piled his plate high with food and served a great deal to me. when he was finished the pack all but lunged across the table to get the food. The attacked it, taking as much as they could and piling their plates high. I watched them curiously as I ate my own food. Dinner's at my fathers place had always been like this, I'd forgotten how wolf-like shifters acted around food.

They sat hunched over their plates, stopping others from taking their food. Those who were quick enough, or the more skilful snatched pieces of food from others plates. if the thief was of a lower rank then the shifter he'd stolen from, they would be growled at or loose more of their own meal. If the thief were of a higher rank however the shifter beside them would have no choice but to let them take their food. For those who were evenly ranked small fights broke out. It was like watching a game. I found myself entertained by how the wolves would try to get the most food. I also found that none of the guest found it odd or none of the pack ever tried to take the food infront of the guest or infront of Sam and me. They ate the same way at the dinner table as they did in the forest.

"Wolves will be wolves," Sam murmured quietly to me when he caught me watching them. I gave a small smile.

"That's for sure." Of course, our quiet murmurings hadn't gone unnoticed and Sam soon had to deflect another round of questions and inquiries from the guests.

After all the food had been eaten and the table cleared, everyone made their way to the back porch. Th guests mingled, laughing and talking about the latest news on the reservation. Emily passed around drinks, pausing every now and then to stop and chat.

I stayed near Sam for most of the night. Occasionally when guests became too pushy I escaped to where Jarred and Seth stood at the edge of the crowd, closest to the forest.

Jarred wasn't exactly a sociable person. I'd noticed that he was quieter than the rest of the pack, he preferred to be on the sidelines then in the spotlight like Embry, Quil or Paul. Even Seth seemed excited by the number of people around and despite Jarred's soft warnings, he soon left and mucked around with the rest of the wolves while Emily tried to get them to settle down. A few people laughed at their drunken antics while the few rolled their eyes. Sam was having a deep conversation with a lady dressed in what appeared to be robes. A turban covered her hair and beaded jewellery clung her wrists and next. I later found out from Jarred that she was his older sister Rachel.

The night dragged on. Someone had put on a dance mix and blared it from Emily's car. Almost everyone was drinking now and had begun dancing in the middle of the backyard, enjoying the music and laughing at the wolves antics as they tried to dance in their heavily drunken state. Soon after that Jarred had taken Seth inside worried that he might pass out. At some point Embry and Paul had started a drinking game and it ended with them both passing out. Emily and a drunken Quil had tried to move them inside while Leah watched disgusted. A couple of the guests were beginning to leave while others stayed to keep the party going.

Everywhere I looked there were smiling faces. Everyone was so happy, so glad to be here, together with everyone.

I stood alone at the edge of the forest watching them. I could almost see myself ling here, amongst them… as one of them.

I suddenly felt sick. How could I ever stay here? Everyone was so happy, so full of life and here I was, the enemy the destroyer…the monster.

I turned and began to walk away into the forest.

With each step I felt my heart wince in pain. I didn't want to leave but I couldn't stay here any longer. I was stupid to stay here in the first place. They might be happy and welcoming now, but if and when they found out who I really was those smiles would be replaced by looks of disgust.

"Jacob?" I'd been souls focused on my thoughts, so focused on getting the hell out of there I hadn't noticed Sam following me.

"Deal's off" I growled. I walked faster, deeper into the forest. His hand gripped my arm pulling me to a stop. I refused to meet his gaze. If I did that I knew I would lose all my resolve.

"You running again?" He asked softy.

"So what if I am?" I snarled. Sam paused. I could feel his grip tighten on my arm. I knew he was waiting for me to look up. The silence stretched onwards until finally he spoke.

"What are you doing Jacob?"

"What dose it look like im doing? I'm leaving!" I growled.

"Why" that got me.

"B-because!" I stammered.

"Why are you leaving" his voice was firm, unyielding, he demanded an answer.

"You don't want me to stay," I mumbled quietly.

"What do you mean I don't want you to stay? - Im the one trying to stop you from leaving"

"You won't," I growled. Finally meeting his gaze. "You won't when you find out what I am"

"And what is that?"

"A monster" the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Silence hung in the air. Sam's arms suddenly wrapped around me pulling me to him.

"What are you talking about Jake?" he chuckled softly. "You're not a monster" I pushed him away.

"Don't mock me!" I stormed away from him. Confused he followed.

"Jacob where are you going?"

"Away!" I couldn't hear his footsteps behind me anymore. Maybe he'd given up. This knowledge stung. I winced at the pain of knowing he really didn't care. His voice suddenly called to me.

"Is this about your pack?" I froze. I wanted to get away but my legs were like lead. "Is this about the reason you left home?"

Yes.

"It's got nothing to do with them!"

"Jacob why are you running? why do you keep running? Jacob you have to give me a reason." I wanted to run. To flee into the woods, but I couldn't phase not without my wolf attacking me and I couldn't move.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest. My eyes stung with tears.

"What happed to you're pack? where are they?-" questions. Too many questions. I just wanted it to stop.

"THEY'RE DEAD!" I yelled. Turning around to face him. My voice bounced off the forest walls echoing back to me.

It was the first time I had said it out loud. "They're dead," I whispered. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Sam appeared at my side, trying to hold me. I pushed him away.

He stared down at me.

"What about you're family?"

"They're dead too"

"All of them?" I thought back to that time, to that place.

"No…my brother, Michael…he's still alive"

"Why didn't you stay with him?" I winced in pain as flashes from that time appeared in my mind.

"Because he killed them." I whispered. Sam took a step back in surprise.

"Your brother killed your pack?"

"Not just him..." I murmured trying to remember. Everything was so cloudy. I had shut that part of my mind away. I didn't want to remember… not really. "Michael had his own pack…they were Nazul." I murmured referring to the clan of 'Black Wolves'. throughout time these wolves had been remembered as the black-hearted killers. They lived for bloodshed and came from a very long, pure decent of the earliest shifters. Although their history was a little sketchy and based on legends, every shifter knew of their kind: they were bloodthirsty animals, more demon than man they took down everything in their path. For years they had run wildly out of control. They took orders from no one unless it was their better. They were rouges and they were the reason why shifters and werewolves alike had such a dangerous reputation among others.

"Nazul?" He repeated. I nodded, unable to look at Sam's face.

"He'd been gathering them, gaining their trust for years. When I passed over my pack I had no idea that he ran with them, I didn't know he would kill the pack." Tears ran down my cheeks. Dimly I became aware of the fact I was no longer standing. I was on all fours, hunched over and beaten.

"What about you're mother? you're father? Couldn't they have stopped him?" I shook my head. The tears kept falling, I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to talk about this anymore but I couldn't stop.

"They're dead. Dad was the only one holding Michael back and then when he died, it practically left the door wide open for take over. I was dad's heir, yet I gave the pack to Michael… I didn't know." Sobs ripped from my chest. I could feel Sam's arms wrapping around me. His touch felt like acid. How could he hold me? How could he touch such a monster? I pushed him away again but this time he held me close, refusing to let me go.

"I left and by the time I realised what I'd done, it was too late" another loud sob ripped from my chest. "I was their Alpha, their leader and they were my friends and I let them die"

"No Jacob" Sam hugged me tighter. Gently he rocked me back and fourth. "It wasn't your fault, you didn't know- how could you have stopped them if you didn't know?"

"I was surposed to protect them-"

"You couldn't of saved them even if you were there. You know what the Nazul are like. Your pack would've forgiven you, they would've understood."

"How can you know that?"

"You gave the pack to Michael because you thought they would be better off right?"

"Yeah… but-"

"So you only wanted the best for them and they knew that"

"But I abandoned them-"

"You were trying to do the right thing." For a moment I let Sam rock me. The soothing motion was deliberately calming. I felt a fresh wave of tears fall. How could he do that? How could he hold me even though I'd told him about my pack? I couldn't let it happen, I couldn't let him trust me, I couldn't black out again like I had with dad. It was because of me he was dead and with it my pack. I couldn't let myself kill Sam too.

I pushed him away, this time more roughly. I scrambled to my feet.

"Jacob?"

"Stay away from me!" I yelled. Sam rose slowly. He was confused, upset. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. "Im leaving"

"Why?" Sam murmured. His tone was so sad. I felt my heart breaking. I didn't realise he was walking towards me again until he was right infront of me.

"I don't want to hurt you." I whispered. His hand caught my chin and forced me to meet his gaze.

"You won't," He whispered softly before lowering his mouth to mine.


CLIFFHANGER!!!! lol

i really do apologise for doing this to you guys i swear!

chapter 8 will be out on sunday!!! and in this one it gets gud!! there's a mini, mini lemon and some soft stroking gaurenteed.

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