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Eleanor POV

We stared at each for what felt like hours, yet only two minutes had passed by. I felt her analytical eyes roaming over me, taking in every detail. My self consciousness rose as I stared back at her.

There was no denying the peculiar beauty that Bella Swan held. Her thick chestnut locks and rich chocolate eyes, both much like Andrea's. That explained some of Jacob's previous infatuation with her. But then came the difference in the skin. Bella was among the few people that I had met while living on the reservation who's porcelain skin matched mine. It was something I really did like about myself, Andrea had always called me her little porcelain doll.

That was before she hated me though. Rightfully so, but nonetheless.

"So, Jake, uh. Jake told you the legends were true."

She finally broke the silence, pulling me from my trance. I nodded and internally sighed. Not this again.

"I don't want you to think he's crazy." She spoke again, her eyes boring holes into mine.

I only stared back at her. She sighed and her eyes skirted across the room. She wasn't good at this kind of thing either.

I knew it had take a lot for her to come here. Something inside of me stirred.

"It's all true, Eleanor. About the 'cold ones'- they're vampires. And the 'shape shifters'- they're, uhm, they're wolves. Eleanor."

I felt everything inside of me freeze in realization. This wasn't real. There was no possible way that any of this was true, it couldn't be! These people were all crazy, every single one of them, that's why they were all so close. They were just waiting until they thought I would follow along with it to tell me.

But something told me that wasn't true.

This was all true.

My heart was pounding and I felt my breathing quicken. The edges of my vision blurred and I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't lose it right now, not here, not with her.

I felt as if hours had passed sitting there regaining myself. When I opened my eyes I met her own. I expected judgement or disgust, though I was only met with a look of pure curiosity and intrigue.

We stared at each other some more.

"I think you should see Jacob. Let him explain. It's his story to tell." She had a hard time making eye contact.

"Then why did you tell it?"

She sighed and a small smirk made its way across her thin lips, her eyes fell to the floor.

"I guess I have a little role in the story. But like I said, you should really hear it from Jacob."

I watched her for more, though it never came. She left shortly after that. I was relieved when I shut the door behind her.

Then came the hard part. I didn't want to see Jacob. But something inside of me burned to be around him again. Did I really believe that this was all true? It was something completely bizarre and irrational, I suppose my last few months had mimicked such a nature. I didn't even know what I was feeling. How could I believe this? I did though. Some sick and twisted part believed it, and was not freaked out at all. And I think that's what really freaked me out, was the fact that I wasn't freaked out. If that even made sense. But it didn't. None of this made sense. Vampires? That was something out of a horror film, not a small town in the most boring place on earth. And wolves? Shapeshifting wolves? That was even more outlandish.

"Can I see you?"

I sent the txt before I came to my senses.

The answer came back almost within seconds.

"Absolutely."

The familiar knock on my door brought both a sense of relief and horror all at once. Though as I opened the door to find Jacob's beautiful face in deep concentration, every negative feeling washed away and a wave of astonishment and adoration hit me like a bus. He was so beautiful, and now so mysterious, and so set on being around me for some unknown reason. I had no words.

Sitting down with him in my living room felt different this time. No words were spoken as we sat down side by side. We faced one another and I took note of how much I had missed his presence. Bags lay under his eyes and it was then that I questioned his physical state from the previous day.

"Wait, Jacob, your ribs. Yesterday they were-"

"Broken, yeah." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

My eyebrows shut upwards and he chuckled again.

"I'm going to explain it, if you'll let me." His eyes found mine and I felt like a puddle in his hands. I nodded.

Here we go.

"Do you remember the legends, from the bonfire?"

I racked my brain and replayed them in my head. The shapeshifters- protectors- the cold ones, the third wife, all of it. And then I nodded again. He sighed in relief.

"Those are all true. It hasn't always been the way that it is, but something changed." He began. I watched him as he spoke, my mind trying its best to comprehend and accept it all.

"There's a gene, a shape shifting gene that's been carried on since the times of those legends. It takes the presence of a 'cold one' - if you will- to awaken it. The guys and I, we had all had the gene passed on to us from our fathers. It was only fairly recently, not even a year, that it got awakened."

"So there were 'cold ones' around?" I interrupted him.

That's what he was trying to get at, right? And him and the guys? All of them, were, shapeshifters? They all turned into wolves?

I tried to process it, something inside made me.

He nodded.

"The Cullen's. They came back, after so many years, and they awakened it in us. One at a time."

The Cullen's. Dr. Cullen. My doctor? No! There was absolutely no possibility that my doctor was a- vampire? And Bella, Bella was with a Cullen. Edward Cullen was her boyfriend. Was he a vampire too?

"But," I began, Jacob's eyes finding mine with a sort of sadness. "But my doctor, he's, he's Dr. Cullen. He can't be a-"

"He is, Eleanor."

"And Edward?"

Jacob grimaced.

"And Edward."

I watched Jacob as he began to speak. Was this all true? I knew it had to be.

"Sam was the first to phase. And then Paul, Jared, Embry, and then me. I was furious. I didn't want this. I didn't used to. Then Quil changed, and Seth and Leah too."

"Girls can do it?"

He chuckled, "It's never been done before, but, Leah's the exception I guess."

"You didn't used to want 'this' but you do now?"

He looked at me and smiled. Smiled like he knew something I didn't. That smile was only for me. That one could make my stomach do swirls and my head flutter.

"I wouldn't trade it for the world now."

I blushed. I didn't know why.

"Now that the Cullen's are here, more leeches have showed up. It's our job to protect the good people of the Rez from them." He spoke with pride in his voice, a light shining in his eyes that made me smile.

"So..." I wasn't sure how to ask the question, the undeniable question that was itching in my childish curiosity. He raised an eyebrow. "So what?"

"You turn into a wolf?"

He released a big belly laugh that could've rattled my small house.

"I turn into a very big wolf, Eleanor."

I giggled. A nervous giggle. This was insane.

"Can I see?"

He stared at me with wide eyes and an uncertainty fell across his face.

"Are you sure? I just, I don't want to overwhelm you."

He didn't want to upset me. But I needed to see. I needed to see that this was real, that I wasn't surrounded by crazy people and that I wasn't turning into one.

"I'm sure."

He sighed and ran a hand through his cropped hair.

"Well, let's go!"

I followed him out the back door, into the small yard between my house and the wood line. I felt jittery, but I was okay. I was anxious and excited somehow, I wanted to see this.

"I need you to come into the woods, just a step or so, in case someone shows up."

Jacob was nervous too. I didn't know why, if it was just who he was. But I obeyed and followed him into the woods, a place to foreign to me despite it being my own back yard.

"Alright." He chuckled, moving towards me, "I need you to lean against here, close your eyes, count to ten, and then open them."

I raised an eyebrow, "Why do I need to close them?"

He smirked and my stomach flopped, "Because I need to take my clothes off."

My cheeks heated up and I looked to the ground, his hand finding my chin and lifting it so I faced him once more. His touch sent chills down my back.

"No close your eyes, and count to ten." His breath hit my face and I fought the urge to blush once more. He had such an effect on me, though I could find no reason, nor any fault.

I did as he asked, leaning my back against the tree behind me and squeezing my eyes shut.

1

I heard him chuckle.

2

Silence. What if he left me here?

3

I heard his pants unzipper, he was still here.

4

The pants hit the ground.

5

Something else hit the ground, I'm assuming his shirt.

6

Silence.

7

He took a deep breath.

8

A sound I've never heard in my entire life ripped through the woods. My heart rate picked up and my stomach was in my throat.

9

A thud hit the forest floor, not three feet in front of me.

10

I opened my eyes and the air left my chest.

Before me stood the largest and most beautiful creature I had ever seen. He towered over me, the russet wolf staring down at me with kind brown eyes. Jacob's eyes. This was Jacob.

My breathing caught in my throat and I gawked upwards at him.

This was Jacob. Jacob Black. Beautiful, kind, Jacob Black was a wolf. A shapeshifter. The legends were true, it was all true.

And somehow, I was still okay.

"Jacob?" I found my voice and his mouth flopped open in a grin, his eyes twinkling. This was him.

He changed back shortly after that. I had a hard time believing it was true, but how could I argue with the fact that I had seen him?

As we sat in my living room once more, I couldn't help the content feeling that overwhelmed me. This was all okay.

"So, you really want this now?" I asked. His arm was lazily cast around my shoulders as we sat side by side on the couch, his fingers tenderly drawing circles on my arm.

He faced me and his eyes bore into mine.

He wanted to be a wolf? To work shifts for Sam and hunt down vampires? How could anyone want that?

"I want this more than I've ever wasted anything, Eleanor."

He smiled at me. He smiled like he knew something I didn't. Like he meant it on a whole different level.