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SORRY guys for leaving you hanging this long! School's been a bitch, and yeah I do know I carry on about it, but really, last year of high school takes up most of your free time, well for me at least.

FINALLY we're into double digits! Oh that's kinda scary, in five or more chapters-most likely more- this baby's going to be over!!!!!

thank you or all the reviews, god I love reading them! Now chapter 10, let's see if we can get somewhere with Jake and Sam yeah?

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WARNING: Rated M for language, angst and sweet lemons

-Wolf Bite-

Chapter Ten

Sam's P.O.V.

"Excuse me?"

I jumped, startled by the old lady that had suddenly appeared at my side. "Can I get past?" realizing I was blocking her way, I quickly moved, muttering apologies as I did. I'd been standing in the fresh food section of the store, staring at the same pile of oranges for the last five minutes.

I pushed my trolley onwards, my mind still racing from the events of that morning and the pain in my chest, now reduced to a dull ache, numbed my senses and slowing my actions.

Jacob was afraid of me.

He couldn't stand my touch.

I grabbed random items off the shelf, filling the trolley quickly. I wanted to get home, to see him; my imprint...

Who was disgusted by my touch.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the thoughts that just wouldn't disappear. Even in the beginning Jacob had avoided physical contact, even when he was scared or unsure he used to stay as close to my side as possible without actually touching me.

And now...

After the kiss he'd started avoiding any kind of contact, he was shying away from me as if he was afraid that I would attack him, that I would force myself upon him.

I shook my head more roughly this time. The thoughts, the doubt, just wouldn't leave.

Last night I'd given him plenty of time to pull away, yet he hadn't, nor did he break the kiss so why? Why was he acting like this now?

"Can I help you with anything there?"I'd reached the checkout and no the server was looking at me as if I was stupid or just plain brain dead. I realized it wasn't the first time they'd tried getting my attention. I felt my face flush as I began to pile my groceries onto the counter.

"How's your day going?" The server started up the routine conversation.

Terrible.

"Good"

"Planning anything for this week?"

Well let's see... hmm trying to get my imprint to open up, trying to figure what the hell is going on in his head- I mean one minute it seems like I'm getting somewhere and the next he's gone back into his shell...

"No, not much"

"Just the usual?"

Are you always this nosy?

"Yeah pretty much" Thankfully by this time she had finished packing the groceries. I hurried out the door and headed to the car glad to get out of there but at the same time dreading who I would find when I got home. Who would it be this time? Shy Jacob? Crying Jacob? Tortured Jacob? Or just withdrawn Jacob? I sighed.

As least no one can say he's boring.

I arrived home quicker than expected. When I opened the front door the last thing I expected to see was Jacob cleaning.

He'd done the breakfast dishes, which was surprising, but what was even more shocking was the fact that he's also de-cluttered the bench top, swept the floors, got some fresh flowers for a vase, dusted the display shelves in the hallway along with the photo frames, straightened the mats and by the looks of it- mopped the floor too.

How one person could get so much done in such a short amount of time I would never know. I found Jacob in the lounge room, he seemed to be tidying up my DVD collection.

"Jake?"

I swear he jumped about a foot in the air when he heard me and when he did turn around to face me he refused to meet my gaze, a guilty and shamed expression lining his feature.

Ah- withdrawing Jacob.

"I-I...I decided to do a bit of cleaning- not saying your house is messy!" he added hastily. "I was just doing something to pass the time." I blinked dumbly. Who cleaned to pass the time?

"I thought you were going to take a nap?" that made him pause.

"I-I couldn't get to sleep- I'm not tired anymore, it's okay" I frowned. He waited. He was being evasive but I couldn't figure out the reason why. Maybe it was his actions this morning, maybe he felt guilty about it....

But what the hell for?

"O-oh, okay, well I'm just going to unpack the groceries...-"

"I'll help" Jacob seemed to be almost seemed excited to help. Growing more weary and unsure of this new side of Jacob I let him help without comment. I didn't know how many more sides of Jacob I could take.

I set the groceries on the kitchen counter and began filling up the cupboards while Jacob tackled the fridge. He worked efficiently, determinedly as if he was focusing all his energy into putting the groceries away properly ad as quickly as possible.

Strange...

I reached blindly into the shopping bag as stared into the cupboard wondering how much would fit when I felt my hand grab something warm and smooth. I looked to my hand. Jacob looked to his, he locked up. My hand had somehow found a way to wrap around his as we reached into the shopping bag, both not looking where we were reaching. I saw him hold his breath.

I was holding his hand.

I could feel Jacob's eyes on me, terrified of what I might do. I wanted nothing more than to intertwine our fingers, pull him to me and remind him exactly who I was; his imprint, and to remind him of last night and the kiss he hadn't refused.

Instead I released his hand and grabbed another item out of the shopping bag, continuing my work and acting as if nothing had happened. I could feel Jacob's shocked gaze. He remained frozen for a moment more as if startled that I hadn't attacked him.

After a moment he continued his work, this time more slowly as if his mind was elsewhere. I wondered if it was to the feel of my skin against his or to last night's kiss...

Jarrad's P.O.V.

I walked on the side of the road. Content with the peaceful sounds of the neighboring forest, the distant sound of the ocean and the sound of two pairs of footsteps crunching into the gravel.

Seth walked beside me, he had his hands in his pockets, his eyes downcast. He chewed the corner of his lip nervously. I continued walking, enjoying the scenery...waiting. I always knew when Seth was embarrassed or anxious, I knew him too well and right now he was practically sweating from nerves.

He was nervous from the moment he woke that morning and saw me. Knowing it was defiantly something to do with me I'd offered to walk him home so he would have th perfect opportunity to voice his concern. He hadn't so far, I wasn't worried. He would tell me when he was ready, he never could keep things from me, I was his best friend after all. I sighed.

Best friend....to him.

It seemed my little sigh was enough to set him off.

"J-Jarred?"

"Yes Seth?" I looked over to him a completely innocent and questioning look on my face.

"I-I'm sorry" whatever I was expecting to hear it certainly wasn't that.

"For what?"

"Last night...I acted really stupid" he referred back to Emily's party and the quantity of how much he'd drunk. "You told me not to drink so much, but I didn't listen and you ended up caring for me when I got sick." I felt my heart soften. Seth had always been bad with alcohol. It hit his stomach hard and ended with the rest of the night and most of the next morning with his head down the toilet. Knowing this, I didn't want him drinking. But when he had I hadn't stopped him, he was a teenager, and a friend and most of all a kid...he still needed to have fun and if he got that from drinking with mates who was I to stop him?

"Seth it was nothing"I put my arm around his shoulders comfortingly. "What are friends for?"

"But you stayed the whole night, Emily said you stayed with me just in case I got sick again"

"Seth it's nothing, believe me" I would do anything, anything for you.

"But you stayed" he whined continuing, elaborating his words. "No one should have to see that much spew in one night." I laughed.

"I told you not to drink so much"

"I know, I'm such and idiot." I frowned.

"You're not an idiot Seth"

"I certainly acted like one" I chuckled and tousled his hair playfully.

"What am I going to do with you-" we were walking around the corner when suddenly, the reve of an engine blasted in my ears. "WATCH OUT!" I grabbed Seth shirt and threw him onto the side of the road just as two speeding jeeps tore around the corner. They were racing, hooning around the corner and up the road, their mates hanging out the side of the car egging the drivers faster.

I lay face down in the grass fuming. They could've hurt Seth, they could've killed him! Who the hell did they think they were endangering everyone's lives.

"Um...Jarred?" Seth's tiny voice came from beneath me, at some point when I had landed I had made sure to land over him to protect him from any harm. Protecting him was a reflex, my actions instinctive. If I hadn't reacted he would be dead.

I tightened my hold on him, gripping him just to remind me that he was still there.

"Er- Jarred?" I sighed, my breath trembled.

"Give me a minute" I whispered, my mouth at his ear. Seth waited in questioning silence. He didn't know about my father or my sister. He didn't know how much I cared for him. He knew I lived with my mum but he hadn't questioned the matter as to why or where my father was.

Why hadn't I picked up the sound of the Jeeps sooner? I was a shifter, I had the hearing of a wolf for Christ's sake! So why in hell hadn't I picked up the jeep?

Because I was focusing on Seth, on my arm around him, the closeness of him...

"My father was killed...and my sister in a car accident." I whispered quietly. I felt Seth stiffen beneath me. "They were pulling out of the driveway when two cars came around the corner...they were speeding and they were going too fast for dad to get out of their way...-

"Jarred I'm so sorry!" Seth's arms wrapped around me, hugging me and holding me close. I felt my heart squeeze painfully at the memory.

"It's okay... it was a long time ago"

"How old were you?"

"Six"

"Shit. Jarred..-" Suddenly he pushed me back so I was hovering above him. I wasn't expecting the movement. I wasn't ready-

"Seth wait-"

He took my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes.

The world faded away and all that shone, all that mattered, everything I would ever want lay beneath me.

Recognition shone on his face. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Holy crap"

Sam's P.O.V.

I thought that after the 'incident' with the shopping bags, Jacob would trust me- or at the very least trust me enough to know that I wasn't going to attack him every time I saw him.

I was wrong.

He got worse.

Jacob began avoiding me altogether. Hording up in his room, only coming out for meals. When he did make these appearances I tried everything to stop him from disappearing again, or at least postpone it. I tried talking to him with easy conversation, small talk. That worked to some extent- that's if you count him eating his meals slower as he was required to make some input into the conversation as progress.

I tried deeper conversation, trying to get him to open up so I could find out more about him, but that only seemed to withdraw him even more. So I tried talking about myself instead, but that ended with him wafting down meals as fast as possible before hurrying off to his room at an alarming pace.

The only action that seemed to postpone his retreat was when I deliberately touched him. I had done it a number of times to show him I wouldn't hurt him. His reaction was to stand rigidly still, he didn't pull away he didn't react. The more I tried to encourage physical contact, the more tense he became. Every time this happened, I released him, hurt by the fear that shone in his eyes. It was directly after these moments that guilt and shame would drench his features and instead of running off to his room, he would run around the house trying to find something to clean or mend.

This game continued night and day until the Friday of the second week of the month. As I sat staring at the meal I hadn't the stomach to finish after watching Jacob retreat to his room yet again, I sighed loudly in frustration.

I had only two more weeks until he left, until he walked out of my life forever, that was unless I somehow managed to prove to him that I really was his imprint.

I sighed again.

This was turning into an impossible task. I thought things were improving- and now this. What was next? I knew something had to be done, something to break this horrible routine that had developed, But I didn't know how. If I had more time I would be able to win his trust over time, little by little, but this deal was now on a two week time frame and everything had to be rushed. Not only did I have to gain his trust,but I had to also separate his wolf side from his human side and then bring them back together so they could bond and Jake could become one with his wolf again. It was then, and only then, would Jacob be able to recognize me as his imprint.

My thought trail was interrupted by the abrupt sound of knocking at the door. Grimly I rose from my seat and unlocked the door. As soon as I did I was swept aside but a colorful figure with Indian skin and braided hair tied up in a series of cloths.

"Samuel!"

"Rachel?" I growled, not in the mood for her antics, especially her patronizing tone.

"It's so good to see you Samuel, it's been so long..-"

"-I saw you three days ago!" I interjected. She continued as if ignoring me.

"...-I mean you never visit-why is that by the way? Afraid I might bite?"

"Rachel I talked to you at Emily's party!"

"Yeah..." she sighed as if thinking. "That was before you snuck off into the woods with my handsome brother-in-law right?" a sly smile crossed her face. "How'd it go by the way?" I felt my cheeks get hot.

"I don't see how it's any of your business"

"You're a bit touchy today" She noted giving a quick inspection of me. "Look at those dark rings around your eyes? Haven't been sleeping much have we? That's what you get from too much pulling and not enough sex-"

"Rachel!"

"Sleep after sex, God that's the best kind- did I ever tell you about Gary? From school? The captain of the football team? You know, the BIG one-"

"RACHEL!"

"My, my Sammy look how clean your house is" Rachel said, finally turning her attention to my now spotless abode. "Jacob's a good cleaner- send him over to my place will you? There's this pile of stuff under the sink- I don't know what it is, but it smells horrible this time of year and-"

"Rachel please!" I pleaded. Begging her to stop her rambling.

"Yes I know you hate me- come on make me a cup of tea" I opened my mouth to protest but I knew a loosing battle when I saw it so I closed my mouth dumbly before heading off to the kitchen to boil the kettle with Rachel's praise of "That's a boy."

As we made our way to the kitchen, Rachel continued to wipe her finger over every surface and holding it up for my inspection constantly repeating the phrase 'look, no dust, he's a genius"

"Ah look mess!" Rachel exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen to see my half eaten meal still on the table.

"Rachel why are you here?"

"Boil the kettle"

"Rach-"

"Now." Meekly I followed her strict orders on how she liked her tea. Before serving it up to her and finally sitting down.

"You have a problem"

"Thank you Rachel, now why are you here?"

"Why do I normally come to see you?"

"So you can torture me" she laughed.

"Oh Samuel you're so funny-" she stopped in mid-laugh, her face suddenly turning deadly serious. "Now you have a problem-"

"So you've mentioned-" WHACK! "Ow! What was that for!" I demanded, glaring at the hand she'd just hit me over the head with.

"Don't interrupt!"

"But-"

"Do you want some booty or not!"

"Huh?" Rachel let out a long sigh.

"You have a problem" I opened my mouth so say that's she'd already repeated that fact three times but her hand raised in warning made me close my mouth again. "You have a problem-" She repeated, hopefully for the last time. "-And you need my help. Jacob is sulking"

"I know"

"Samuel don't make me hit you-"

"Okay! Sorry- keep going"

"Jacob's unhappy, so you're unhappy which makes me unhappy- and I don not like being unhappy Samuel!"

"I can tell" I muttered. WHACK! "OW!"

"Shut it or I won't help you anymore!" I nodded, not daring to make a sound. "Jacob isn't getting any better, you're not getting any arse so therefore it's my turn to intervene-"

"Rach, no-" she help up her hand to stop me.

"Please I've watched the pair of you sulk for three whole days now and that's enough! So don't tell me not to intervene when my brother's unhappy!" I felt my heart warm slightly.

"You really do care-"

"NO! I just want to get some sleep at night and not have visions plaguing me at all fucking hours of the day!" I blinked in surprise at Rachel's outburst. She took a deep breath then continued calmly. "Now it seems to me like you can't do this alone as Jacob is doing a very fine job of mind fucking himself-"

"Rachel please, stop swearing, it's weird coming from you"

"I haven't had any sleep for three days so I'm sorry if I'm a little irritable!" She growled savagely. I swear I saw her trembling as if she were going to phase. I cringed back.

"Sorry"

"You better be- now do you want me to help you or not?"

"Help please"

"Right, now as I was saying...Jacob seems to be having some sort of inner turmoil when it comes to you"

"How so?"

"I don't know exactly, the visions into his mind are quite blurry- but thankfully, he tends to repeat himself a lot. Basically his thought trail is along the lines of; 'I can't get close to Sam because I'll hurt him' and 'I can't deny him either because he's just so good... blah, blah, blah-' honestly it makes me sick"

"So he don't hate me? He doesn't have an issue with trusting me?"

"It's more like an issue with trusting himself"

"How so?"

"Sammy, I can't tell you everything" she smiled, draining the rest of her cup. Then seeing my death stare she added. "It's all blurry after that, I can't make it out"

"So what can I do?" Rachel sighed.

"You need to show him that he can trust you to protect him-"

"But I've tried! Haven't I done enough already?"

"You've showed him that you'll protect him yes, he knows that- why do you think he huddles closer to you when he's nervous or scared like when he sees the pack or Emily?"

"I'd hardly call that huddling" I muttered.

"For him it is, for now at least. Now if you let me finish before- I would've said that you need to show him that he can trust you, that you will protect him even from himself"

"Himself?"

"Yes"

"How do I do that?" She glanced at the non-existent watch on her wrist.

"Oh look at the time I have to get going-"

"Rach!"

"How many times do I have to tell you Samuel?" She asked. Rising from her chair and heading out to the front door. She glanced over her shoulder.

"I can't tell you everything."

Yay!!! chapter 10 done!!!!!!

i handed in the last of my assesment for the term today YAY!!!! But i was so desperatly craving to write the next chapter of wolfbite that i managed to work on this chapter a little bit and today i managed to finish it!! i was also going to wait til sunday to upload like i usally do but i just wanted to get it posted today!

Chapter 11 will be out next sunday!

FINALLY we're getting somewhere, at least Sam's not so braindead to whats going on in jacobs head now. GOD i love rachel, she makes me laugh when im writing about her.

REVEIW!!! i love hearing everyone's comments, it really gives me a massive confindence boost to hear all these comments and helpful advice. Thankyou to everyone who has reveiwed so far!! keep 'em coming people!