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When I heard that Jacob was in danger, I sprinted as fast as I could through the trees to get to him. I had never run so fast in my life, and I loved it. I hated myself for loving it when Jacob was in danger. But I still treasured it.
I reached the spot where Sam was in only a minute. I had left Quil far behind but I couldn't bring myself to care. I looked around and saw another wolf by Sam's body. I tried to look at his mind.
Where's Jacob? I asked him panicking.
He's over there. The wolf pointed his bleeding nose towards a part in the woods that looked like it had been bulldozed. Be careful though.
I nodded. Thanks…
Jared. He thought. It's the least I can do. I'm not much help with fighting.
I rushed off following the path of broken trees and blood. Ignoring the want to go back away from the smell of vampire, I pushed forward trying to see Jacob.
When I arrived, a vampire was on his throat strangling him while Edward was trying to pull him off.
Jacob! I screamed but it was silent to anyone other than a werewolf. Jacob! No, fight Jacob. Fight!
I assisted in pulling off the vampire and I slammed him against a tree full of fury. I didn't try to fight him more because I was more concerned about making sure Jacob was okay.
Please be alive, Jacob. I thought. Don't die. I couldn't bear for you to die.
I licked the blood off of his wounds and put my head next to his mouth to see if he was breathing. I didn't feel any air. I kept my head there for a minute praying that he would breathe and that I just wasn't feeling it. Nothing.
I lowered my ear to his chest and felt a low slow pulse. It wasn't strong but it was hope. Come on, Jacob. I know you can do this. Please pull through.
I touched my nose to his. There was blood on it and I tenderly wiped it off. I had never thought that Jacob could die. I knew that I would but I had never imagined that he could die before me. My heart felt as if it were trampled and broken. My entire body was sad.
A cold hand touched my shoulder. "I'm sorry." I turned to see Edward standing over me.
I pushed his hand off of me. It couldn't be true. Jacob couldn't be dead. I refused to believe it thinking that maybe if I willed it not to be true hard enough it wouldn't be true.
I stroked his cuts with my snout and inched over until I was laying on him lightly so as to make it easy for him to breathe if he needed to. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be.
I must have fallen asleep like that because the next thing I knew, I was in Quil's room on his navy blue bed. I got up quickly. Could that all have just been a terrible realistic nightmare?
Quil walked in wearing just boxers. "Oh… you're up." He looked at me sadly. "If you turn back we can talk."
I realized that I was still a wolf so I focused on turning back to myself. This time it came easier than I expected. My fur turned into skin and my claws disappeared before I knew it.
"What…" I asked.
"Let me explain." He interrupted.
SUPER short chapter! Makes up for the long one.