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Chapter 12

Jacobs POV

That stupid, blood-sucking leech. I know I told Bella she didn't have to come, but quite frankly, I could tell by her voice she really didn't want to. I've been trying to speak to her for days, Charlie either says she's gone, or Bella completely blows me off. It's probably him, telling her that she can't come and see me. My patience is wearing thin, there should be no argument, the Cullen's should be annihilated, if not because they are disgusting parasites, then because of what they did to Bella. But of course she's starting to forgive him, Lord knows what thoughts he put in her head, I could practically feel her gushing over him the few times we've had a second to talk on the phone. This is my fault, all the extra patrolling for the red-headed blood sucker Sam's got us doing, has made me unavailable to Bella. And made him too available to her.

When I tried to talk to Sam about it, he just says to stick to the treaty. Because the Cullen's are hunting the red head like we are, and they are posing no threat, they are upholding their part of the treaty. So we can't touch them. But I could hear his bitterness when we are out patrolling. He felt, in way, betrayed by Bella; after all that she's been through with the Cullen's, he felt like maybe, she was the one person who could understand his anger towards them. But instead, she's welcoming them back with opened arms. Though most of the pack don't know how to feel about Bella spending more time with the Cullen's, his pain is the most obvious. In his mind, all he can seem to picture is the look on Bella's face the night he rescued her from the woods. The dead lifeless person he placed in her father's arms. There was nothing of her personality, her warmth or compassion she had shown him since she had been hanging around with us. Nothing, he could have been carrying a dead body, if it weren't for her steady heartbeat, he would have thought she was one. And now that she's working things out with them he just feels disappointed and alone. I felt bad for intruding in his head, but when you're all connected as we are; it's kind of hard to find privacy.

This is something we wish we could have, when Seth and Leah joined the pack. I'm not sexist, but the Sam, Leah, Emily pain fest was getting old fast. Leah was heartbroken when the love of her life, Sam, imprinted on Emily, making him her soul mate instead of Leah. Though Leah wants to understand and let it go, it's easier said than done, especially when their flaunting their happiness in her face all the time. I can understand that more than I would like. What's worse, she going to be a bridesmaid in their wedding. I can get why she would be bitter, she has every right to be, and it would be fine if she did that privately. But since we're all connected, we are all suffering for her pain, hearing it in her thoughts incessantly. We get no reprieve from her mind. The only upside is that her younger brother, Seth, is pretty cool to hang out with. So for him and Sam's sake, everyone bites their tongues, and lets it go. But the tension is far from at bay.

I tried to keep these thoughts from distracting me when I went to meet with Sam in the woods. We were in human form for now, meeting up to go in the house, we had been patrolling all night. But I had official business to handle.

"Sam I wanted to speak with you about the Cullen's," I said firmly. I didn't want them here anymore, and I definitely didn't want them near Bella.

Sam shot me a tired look, "We talked about this Jacob, there's nothing to talk about. She is choosing to speak with them again, there's nothing we can do."

"Yes there is, they could be planning to turn her, and when they bite her we can start the war," I said pacing, I flinched at the thought of them turning Bella, of losing her forever to those monsters, "they are a danger to her. We could just start the war now."

"No," Sam voice rang out filled with the authority of the pack leader, "this is her choice, and they are not endangering anyone else. She knows what they are, and what she would become; if she does choose to change, there will be no point in fighting with them. We would just needlessly loose our people trying to fight for someone who doesn't want to be saved."

"This is our duty," I growled at him. I couldn't give up this way, I couldn't let him take away her life and turn her into a heartless, soulless, blood-sucking leech, there had to be a way.

"It is our duty to protect our people, and we will, but Bella does not want to be protected. I will not waste our resources on pointless fights over jealousy Jacob. I'm sorry, but this discussion is over," Sam tried to put a hand on my shoulder but I shook it off, and ran past him back into the foliage. My blood boiled in my veins as my adrenal spiked through my system. I could barely think clearly, all I could do was feel. Shivers racked my body, until my body was gone from underneath me. The form of a solid, massive wolf in its place. Paws raking the soil underneath my feet pushing me forward.

Six words ran through my mind, making me see red, there had to be a way. I just had to get him away from her. With her head clear of his growing influence maybe she would come back to her senses. Maybe she could see there was a better, safer choice, me. I could protect her, be with her, love her without the threat of me hurting her, or leaving her. She would be safe with me. Most importantly, she didn't have to change for me, she was already perfect. She doesn't need to constantly fight who she really is with me; we could be how we were before that blood sucker returned. Happy, just her and me, no drama, just peace. There has to be a way.

I don't know how I ended up back home. I guess my exhausted body just to me to the nearest bed to rest. I crash into the garage on the side of the house. Banging into the two hanging doors. I usually kept a spare pair of shorts for when I've been out patrolling at night, just in case I lost the ones strapped to my leg. It was there, in the soft light of the garage; that I found the answer to my problem in the form of a beautiful, small machine. A motorcycle; at first, I just stared at it. I didn't know why the light bulb in my head was shooting sparks and singing, and then it hit me. The perfect way to keep Edward away from Bella. It came in the form of a question.

I wonder what Charlie would do if he knew that Bella had spent all her time, and money, fooling around with a motorcycle?