Chapter 8: The Truth about Everything
Blair sat on her bed, frozen with shock of what the answer could possibly be and by his definition of the "truth." Would she still be able to love him not matter what he confessed to her? Would she have the willpower to stay with him after she found out about his secret? She gripped the sheets of the bed, trying to prepare herself for the news.
"Blair, I'm a-"his mouth closed, cutting his sentence short.
He tried once more and got the same result, how could he tell her with the treaty bounding to keep his own kind wholly secret.
It was so maddening not being able to tell her, to speak the truth to his beloved. He loved Blair more than anything and he wanted her to love him, to love all of him. But the damn treaty was keeping him from his desire.
"Blair, look up the legends of the Quileute. There you will find out the truth about what I am." Jacob explained as he made his way to the opened window that had entered from.
"Jake!" Blair whispered as she rushed over to the window that Jacob jumped from. She peeked her head out of the opening only to see that Jacob had landed gracefully and jogged off into the darkness of the forest.
She still gazed at the forest; some what hoping that Jacob would come back and explain himself. Why he was acting distant all of a sudden? Did she do something wrong to irritate him so? And why couldn't he tell her the truth about the Quileute clan? So many questions raced through her head, legitimate questions that deserved answers.
Blair quickly grabbed her old laptop that sat on her desk and landed on her bed. Thumbing for the power button. Blair waited impatiently as the elderly portable computer took its time to warm up and fully awaken. She clicked on the internet and waited for that to warm up. She had used the computer many times before but why the one she was in a hurry to find out answers the computer was barely working.
Blair sighed trying to calm her irritation. Once the internet was fully loaded up Blair instantly started searching for answers that she desperately wanted, that she desperately need to know.
She spent most of the night search the legends of the old tribe. She had found all the answers that satisfied her questions but they didn't make any sense. How could a tribe originate from wolves? Was that even possible? Were the legends just based on their old folklore?
It amazed Blair that she had found the answers that she wanted to know but her brain still probed more questions. How much did she need to know until she was satisfied with the truth?
Blair finally decided to call it quits for the hunt and switched the old computer off, placing the devise back onto her desk. She trudged over to her bed and crawled underneath the covers, feeling a slight shiver run through her body. Blair had gotten used to Jacob's natural warmth, the blankets of her bed did little to keep her warm but she was too exhausted to go get another blanket so she closed her eyes, trying to surrender to the dreams she knew best and enjoyed.
The sun rays beamed through the opened curtains and the cold November breeze filtered through the still open window. Blair's body instinctively shivered from the coldness of the weather. Her eyes opened but instantly closed from the brightness of the sun. she opened her eyes once more and glanced at her alarm clock to see that she was two hours late for school.
Blair just shrugged, so she would miss one day of school. She would make up for the missing work the following day. There was no point in even trying to go to school but this gave her a chance to speak with Jacob if he wasn't at school himself.
Finally, after making her decision, Blair got out of bed, stretching her body awake. That usually helped sometimes in the mornings. She walked to her closet and threw on a grey and white striped tank top on, a pair of faded blue jeans and her old favorite converse. She grabbed her dark gray jacket, slipping her arms through the sleeves and buttoned up the buttons to the middle of her stomach, just enough to keep her warm. She strutted towards the washroom where she straightened her side bangs, brushed her hair and her teeth. She rushed out of her room, down the stairs to the kitchen where she grabbed her car keys. She ran out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her to her truck. She clumsily climbed into the vehicle, sticking the keys into the ignition and turned the key forward, causing the truck to roar to life. Blair quickly backed out of the driveway and raced to the reservation.
Her heart raced at what she was going to tell Jacob. Would he even believe her? After all he had been raised upon the legends but it was different when someone would make an assumption that he was actually a werewolf.
Soon the Black's house came into view. She parked her truck just before the entrance of the driveway; the truck was well hidden by some large trees concealing her existence from his view. She hastily stepped carefully to the back end of her truck, making her way through the trees. She made her way through the thin thickets towards Jacob's window. Blair got closer to the side of the house to perceive that she was too short to see through the window. A big long that had been placed near the pile of firewood was just below his window. She vigilantly stepped upon the long, using the side of the house to assist her with her balance. She peered through the window to see that Jacob was dead to the world in his bed that was too small for the tall, hulking teen.
Blair could not bring herself to try and wake Jacob up from his comforting slumber. she hopped off the log and miraculously landed on her feet without even as much as having lost her balance in the process.
Then she heard somebody call his name from across the yard. She glanced from the side of the house to see Sam and his "followers" as Jacob had described them once. She felt a twinge of anger towards them. They had to have been the cause for the change in Jacob's demeanor.
Jacob had confessed to her once that he was almost frightened of Sam for he described Sam always giving him certain looks. His so called friends had abandoned Jacob and joined Sam's little cult or so Blair concluded.
She marched her way up to them, full of determination and anger for what they had done to Jacob.
"What have you done to them?" Blair attempted to shove Sam but he was so well built and tall that it merely made him rock back.
"We haven't done anything." Paul spat in her face, defending the pack and their leader.
"Then why is he like this? Explain." Blair demanded.
"We don't have to explain anything to a puny little girl like your self." Paul growled as the others roared with laughter.
"Plus, Jacob has changed for the better. He was such a loser before." Paul laughed.
Now Paul had gone too far as to insult the very man that she dearly loved. Her anger was beyond her control, there was no holding back.
She raised her hand and slapped Paul across the face with all her might.
What she didn't expect was Paul's body to go into violet tremors.
"Blair, stand back." Sam yelled at her and she obeyed.
In front Blair, Paul's human form quickly morphed into a giant grey wolf. Human hands turned to giant powerful paws. Everything on the wolf seemed powerful.
Blair turned around to see that Jacob had jumped over the wooden railing of the front porch and ran with great speed towards them.
"Jake, run!" Blair yelled as she ran towards him.
Jacob jumped over her head and exploded into a new form. A light red pelt sprouted over his entire body. He landed gracefully on all fours roaring in Paul's face, defending the woman he loved so much that he would never let anybody hurt her. Not even someone from his own pack.
Blair stared astonished at the two giant wolves that growled at each ferociously, exposing their sharp daggers for canines. The hair on their back stood up straight, tails were fluffed out to full extent. Each wolf meant harm for what was about come.
This was definitely not a day that Blair had prepared for.
