Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with the Twilight series. It's all Stephanie Meyer's.

WARNING: It's rated M for a reason people!

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Thanksgiving was less than two days away. Amy had been released from the hospital the day before. She had never been so glad to be released from her so-called prison. Her mother had driven her home with strict instructions that she not leave the house or drive herself anywhere. But what her mother didn't know, wouldn't hurt her, surmised Amy. If she remembered anything, it was how to drive. Amelia hadn't had the foresight to take Amy's keys and now Amy sat in the driver's seat of her 1966 Mustang and turned the key. It roared to life and she thought that it sounded smoother, keener than it had. Now, where did that thought come from? Her memories were still gone. Nothing but shadows on the edges of her mind. At night she would dream, but in the morning, she could not grasp the contents of what she'd dreamt. Just wolves and vampires.

She slowly backed out of the driveway and turned on the street. She headed out of town. Her instincts guiding her. That was all she had now. Gut feelings. She thought of Jacob. He had not tried to contact her since the scene in the hospital hallway. So, she had had plenty of time to think about him. He hated Edward. That was a fact. He had loved Bella. And now he supposedly loved her. That night, when he had showed his anger towards Edward, she had also felt his all encompassing love for her. She felt the heat from him. Felt the need and passion. And it had scared the hell out of her. She had felt him enter her mind and desperately she had shoved him away. Mentally and emotionally. She knew that she had hurt him deeply, but what she saw there in the recesses of his mind…was the connection that they shared.

She had had plenty of time to think about things during the rest of her stay at the hospital. Edward came to visit at least once a day. Either by himself or with Bella. She realized she could not read Bella's mind, but Edward's was there for her to delve in and talk to him when she couldn't say things out loud. He understood. They had a connection, but it was not like his and Bella's or the one that they told her she and Jacob had. It was different. As he had said during their first time alone in the hospital – kindred spirits. Telepathic spirits.

She was barely aware of the car winding its way along the road to La Push. She shook herself back and realized she needed to keep an eye on the road, or she would end up back in the hospital. Plus, she would be in deep shit with her mother. She drove a few more miles and then she came upon the cliffs. Something compelled her to pull off in the turnabout and she did. She cut the engine, put the car in neutral and set the brake. Slowly, she got out of the car. It was a chilly day, and the wind blew her choppy brown hair about her face. She pushed back her long bangs and walked to the edge. Something was stirring within her. Was it memories? She stared out at the Pacific Ocean. Something was significant about this spot. But she couldn't put her finger on it. Sighing, she turned and walked back to the car.

Back on the road, she drove towards the pull. That's all she could describe it as. The next thing she knew, she was pulling off the main road onto a dirt drive that led back to a simple clapboard siding house. A detached garage set to one side and the door was open. An older model VW Rabbit set at the opening. She pulled behind the car and turned the engine off. She sat there for a few minutes, contemplating her next move. She knew she was at Jacob's house, but how she knew how to get there she couldn't answer.

Finally, she eased herself from the car and walked towards the garage. The interior was dark, and she felt unsure about entering. However, when she did, there was nothing there except Jacob's motorcycle. So, he must be here. Somewhere. She looked around then and suddenly thought herself stupid. It wasn't like he was going to jump out at her. She would go up to the house and knock on the door just like any other normal person. Geesh. And with that, she strode over to the house and up the porch steps. Her hand was raised to knock when she heard the howl. A shiver ran all the way up her spine and into her hair. She dropped her hand and whirled around. The forest beyond yielded nothing. She decided it was much safer being inside and she turned and rapped loudly on the screen door. She strained to hear movement from inside, but there was nothing.

The howl came again and this time it sounded much closer. She spun around again, her back pressed to the door. She scanned the edges of the forests. She thought of Bigfoot which had given her nightmares when she was a little girl. She thought of man-eating wolves. Werewolves. If there were vampires, why shouldn't werewolves exist too? And she didn't realize how close to the truth she was. Her heart was pounding and then she saw movement in the brush beyond. Something was coming out of the trees.

"Omygod, Omygod," she chanted. She swiped a glance at her car which seemed to be miles away and wondered if she should chance making a run for it. Just as she mustered up the courage, the figure stepped out of the woods. It was on two legs but it wasn't Bigfoot.

Jacob. Oh, thank God. It was Jacob. He was shirtless and only wore a pair of cutoffs. His feet were bare. At the same moment, she recognized him, he saw her standing on the porch. He started jogging across the clearing and she suddenly found herself running down the steps and across the yard to meet him. She rushed into his arms. He smelled of the woods. Earth, pine, wolf. She knew then. It had been him. He held her tightly in his arms and it was the safest she had felt since she had awaken in the hospital and had no memory of who she was.

Since she had wrapped her arms around his neck, he had lifted her off the ground. Her legs dangled in mid-air and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to be close to him. Her legs found their way around his waist and she clung to him as if her entire being depended on his holding her. And maybe it did.

He pulled his head back to look in her eyes. "Amy," he breathed, not believing he was holding her in his arms. That she had her legs wrapped around his waist. He drank in her green eyes that he had missed so much. He savored her breasts that were pressed against his bare chest. His chest tightened with emotion. The imprinting was still strong as ever. Could she feel it?

"Why are you running around half naked?" she asked then. He was startled. It wasn't the type of question he had expected, but then again she had no memory of what he was. He didn't know what to say. She was bundled up in a bomber jacket, jeans, boots and scarf. And here he was only in cut-off jeans. Not even shoes on his feet. He had just come from a meeting with the pack. They had been scouting the area, looking for suspicious signs. Thankfully, everything seemed in order. Since the disposal of Lucius Manning, they had been on high alert, expecting vampires to come looking for him. But so far, nothing. Carlisle Cullen had discreetly inquired of Aro to Manning's whereabouts, and Aro had told him that he knew nothing of the ancient vampire's movements. No one did. Nothing but convenient for the supernatural residents of Forks, Washington.

"I, uh, run hot," he replied. She stared at him, her green eyes penetrating his black ones. He could feel her searching his mind. So, she knew of her power. He deftly put up the shields and she frowned at him.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"I think it's best not to shock you," he said.

"Shock me? How can anything else shock me after what I have learned over the last week?"

"Good point."

"Why am I drawn to you?" she asked then, still gazing into his eyes. They still stood in the clearing and the sun was starting to dip below the tree tops. Jacob could hold her in his arms forever. She made no move to be released from his hold, and he saw this as encouraging. However, he wasn't going to push his luck either.

"It's complicated," he replied. And with those words, she unwrapped her legs from his waist and he set her on her feet. She placed her hands on his chest and decided, that yes, he ran hot. Very hot. His arms were still around her waist and she looked up at him. They stood there silently, observing each other. Jacob was very aware at how fragile this moment was. He was virtually a complete stranger to her. He had shown his bad side at the hospital that night, and he was determined not to make the same mistake again.

"You were the wolf I heard," she said then. She saw many emotions flicker across his dark eyes. Wondering if he should deny it. Wondering if she would run screaming to her car if he confirmed it. And then finally…

"Yes. It was me."

She didn't go running, but she didn't say anything either. She stepped away from him then, gathering her thoughts. She was in love with a werewolf. What did that mean? And then there was Edward, the vampire. He had feelings for her, but not like Jacob's. Edward loved Bella, but he felt something for Amy. Brotherly love? She never could get her finger on it. And here she was a blank slate except for this strange desire in the form on this dark-skinned werewolf.

"I wish I could remember," she muttered. Jacob remained silent. She paced back and forth while he stood still. "I'm a telepath," she muttered. "I have the Sight. A vampire drank from me. Maybe too much." Jacob winced at these last words. He regretted every second that he hadn't reached her in time.

"I feel our connection, you know," she said to him then. His eyebrows raised and they gazed at each other. "But it's frustrating not knowing what the connection means," she continued. "And your temper frightens me," she added. Jacob dropped his head and said, "I know. It's my worst fault. I let things get to me that shouldn't. It's the wolf inside."

"Well, that wolf better be calming things down because I'm not about to end up like Emily."

He stared at her for a moment. "What did you say?" he asked quietly.

"Emily? Sam's wife, Emily? All scarred because he lost his temper and the poor thing happened to be in swatting range? Yeah, I don't think so," Amy said. Jacob continued to stare at her and he replied, "Who told you about Emily?"

"No one. I've met her…" Then the significance of his questioning registered with her. Her mouth formed an "O" and she whispered, "I remember Emily…and Sam."

Jacob grabbed her shoulders then. "What else? What else do you remember?" He gave her a little shake. She grimaced and pushed his hands off her, "Ow! You're hurting me! Stop it. Just like that day at the cliffs when you had to knock me flat on my back!"

Jacob stared at her and his heart beat erratically in his chest. She remembered their first meeting. At the cliffs. He grabbed at her and she dodged his movements. She was remembering someone else grabbing at her. Pushing her to the ground. A pack of wild animals tearing at her clothes. The pain. Red in her mind.

"Amy," Jacob said. He truly wasn't trying to scare her, but her two memories were encouraging him. She batted at him. "Get away from me!" He backed off then, realizing she was remembering something darker and more sinister.

"Let me help you," he said then, holding out his hand. "Let me shoulder the pain."

She eyed him warily. The sun had gone down behind the trees now, and it was dusk. She was standing in the middle of nowhere with a werewolf who claimed undying love for her, and she was having the most horrible memories of anything she could ever imagine. She looked at his large hand and tentatively put her small, pale one in his. They clasped hands then and Jacob gasped with the onslaught of memories. Memories of her rape. Memories of the attack. He didn't think he would ever have to see those again, but here they were. Full force. He was there as they tore at her flesh. He was there to see her dad put her in the Jeep. He was there as the drunk driver slammed into them, spraying stars of pain everywhere. He saw Lucius Manning – felt the power of his charm. Felt him drinking from Amy. Draining her to unconsciousness. Draining her of her memories. He felt her fear upon waking up to a roomful of strangers. He felt her now. Struggling.

And then the only thing he could think of. The only thing he could comprehend was to give her back what she had lost. His love. And with that thought, he pulled her to him, her hand still tightly held in his. His other hand held the back of her neck and forced her to look up at him. His eyes smoldered, and she swallowed. And then he was kissing her. It was a kiss that possessed her all the way to her soul. It burned inside her. Starting in her stomach and going up and down her body. His mouth was hot. His lips felt wonderful. Flashes of them making love ran through her mind, and she groaned. She yanked her hand away from his to enable herself to wrap her arms around him. She couldn't get enough of his mouth. He tasted of cinnamon. His tongue thrust its way inside her mouth and she sucked greedily on it. That elicited a groan from him. His mouth left hers and trailed hot fiery flames down her neck. He kissed the tender spot behind her ear and licked her earlobe. Her scarf and jacket inhibited his continued trek down her collarbone area, and instead he went back up her jawline to her mouth.

"Jake. Jake," she gasped between kisses. He continued his assault on her mouth. Oh my God, she thought. Her body hummed. She could fell the wetness pooling in her panties. She could feel his hardness pressing against the denim of his cut-offs and her stomach. Her hand brushed against his swollen dick and he moaned.

"I love you, Amy. I love you," he told her, pressing kisses in her hair. Breathing in her scent. He could smell her. His heightened senses telling him she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Something swelled inside of her and it wasn't the desire to have an orgasm. It was the feelings that had been buried deep within her mind. They came shooting forth, and tears formed in her eyes. She pulled away from him and placed her hands on his face. Her eyes glistened and she sent to him, My eyes see with joy. My eyes see with love. I remember you. I remember you. God, I remember you. My lifemate.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and his tongue flicked out and licked the salty wetness from her.

I want to make love to you, he sent back.

I want that more than anything, her mind caressed his. She showed him images of what she wanted him to do to her, and he growled and swept her in his arms. He began striding to his house and suddenly Amy put a hand on his shoulder, "Your dad!"

"Is at a friend's house for the evening. Won't be back until tomorrow," Jacob answered gruffly. Thank God for Sports TV and Harry Clearwater's fish fry (may he rest in peace), he thought. Then they were kissing again. Jacob didn't need to see where he was going. His senses led him up the porch steps, inside the house and down the hall to his small bedroom. He was glad that he had felt the spirit move him earlier that day to clean his room and change the linens. He sat Amy on her feet once they were inside the small room and he shut the door and locked it. He didn't want a chance surprise. She smiled slightly and then shrugged out of her coat and scarf, kicking her boots off in the process. Her eyes flitted around the room. This was actually the first time she had seen it. They hadn't spent much time at the Black residence. She knew Jacob felt somewhat shamed of his meager home, but it was simple and clean, and she liked it. The walls were bare. A desk and chair set to one side while the double bed took up the other side. A closet was partially open showing his clothing which consisted mostly of jeans, sweats, and t-shirts. As she surveyed the room, he pulled her sweater over her head. Today, she had on a midnight blue bra. He kissed the tops of her cleavage and she shuddered under his touch. While his lips roamed over her mounds, his fingers deftly released the snap and zipper of her jeans. In the meantime, she reached around and unsnapped her bra. In the next instant, she was naked and he drank her in. Her pale skin glistened in the moonlight streaming in his bedroom window.

"A full moon," she whispered. "You're not going to change into the big bad wolf, are you?"

He grinned and in one swift motion was out of his cut-offs. "Don't you know, I already am the big bad wolf?" In the next instance, he pulled her to him, his cock pressing against her stomach, and all she wanted was to have that inside her. Now.

Suddenly, he lifted her up and sat her right down on his shaft. Her legs wrapped around him, and she gasped. He grunted, "You're so wet. I've missed you so much." His hips began rocking back and forth, and she was amazed at his ability to stand and fuck her. She gripped his shoulders, and the muscles rippled under her fingers. She panted into his ear which only turned him on more and made him move that much faster. He grasped her hips and moved her up and down on his swollen cock. The position was driving her insane. His dick was pressed firmly on her g-spot and she could feel the tremors rising within her.

"Oh, God, you're going to make me come," she breathed, straining against him. She continued to grip his upper shoulders and she moaned and threw her head back. His rock-hard thighs and calf muscles supported them endlessly, and he could feel his own release on the horizon. And then at the same time, they came together, purple crimson washing over them. Amy screamed. Her insides squeezed him and he could feel her milking his dick. Jacob cried out and ground his hips into hers. He felt her walls convulse again with a second orgasm. Her chin dropped to her chest and then they looked at each other, eyes smoking. Tears ran down Amy's cheeks and Jacob became alarmed. He stopped moving and pulled her upper body close. "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head and smiled through the tears. "No, no. You saved me."

He kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth. She pulled away and smiled impishly at him, "However, I think I need more saving."

He grinned and they fell back on the bed.

To be continued . . .