DISCLAIMER: I own nothing besides those not mentioned in the Twilight Saga.

Thank you to my awesome beta, kallmecrazy! She's an amazing writer, and you should really check out her story, It's called Imprinting and her one-shot, Jacob Black.

Epilogue is up, which will be the ending of Shooting Star. Go read my sequel, which is about Embry but the same universe. It's called Black Hole, and you can find it on my profile. I also planned a third, which will be about Ness and Jake again.. so, don't worry, this is not the end!

Epilogue: Moon light

Jacob's POV

College was ending in one month. And I was excited to be finished. Rosalie, Embry, Quil and I's car brand, was running perfectly. Actually, more than perfect. I had never imagined myself being rich someday, but here I was, with all the money I could ask for. Our cars were custom made and it had ended up being named "Wolfe". Rosalie hadn't really cared, neither had she cared about fame. She just wanted the joy of building cars. I couldn't exactly have the pride of saying that myself. Not only did I have the best girlfriend ever, the best family, an endless bunch of money, but I was Goddamn famous too!

"Wolfe" was the it-car now. If you were a cool celebrity, you couldn't drive anything else than "Wolfe". All the gangsters had one, the actors, the singers, the fashion industry, all the cool people had one. And the price of our cars was rising at every car sold. It was insane, but I was going to live of what I loved – building cars – the rest of my life. What more could I possibly ask of? It didn't seem fair for me to have every simple thing I dreamed of.

Embry was bathing in women, and I knew he liked it. He liked the attention. He was beginning to have some rumor in Seattle, and I was almost certain of that he had ruined his chances of ever getting into a serious relationship, because everyone knew how... weak he was at one point, and what a hard time he had, resisting women. The only possibility there was left for him was to imprint. He hated that idea. He hated us who had imprinted, and how different we had become. He'd said he liked living the life he did. But I was sure he deep inside didn't enjoy it one bit. He was lonely, and he knew I knew. He refused speaking about it, and dealing with it. He was who he was, he had said, as the last words to that discussion.

Quil on the other hand, enjoyed his life fully. He gave his little princess Claire-Bear everything in the world. He spoiled her awfully much. But so did I with Nessie. Claire was thirteen now, and slowly realizing how cute Quil really was to her. He, of course, didn't believe that she was faintly starting to like him that way, but we all knew it was unavoidable for both of them, anyway. Claire's parents had moved to Forks, and she went to school there with her friends, and then hanging out with her Quileute friends after school. From what I'd seen of Quil's thoughts, I knew she was happy, and in the end, that was all that really mattered.

I had been doing some touch-ups on my latest car and was finally done, as I came into the wonderfully smelling kitchen. Nessie was standing with her back to me, stirring in a pan.

I grabbed her waist, and she jumped a little. "Hey," She smiled, her eyes not leaving the pan .

"Hey sexy," I murmured and trailed kisses down her neck line, smiling as I could feel the shivers going through her.

"Cut it off, Jake!" She giggled.

"What are we having for dinner?" I asked.

"Dunno. I'm experimenting. If it goes wrong, we'll have pizza, if I succeed we'll have something I haven't thought a name of yet."

"Sounds interesting," I mumbled, moving my lips from her neck up to her ear whispering ideas of what we could be doing right now.

"Jake, no! I'm not gonna have sex with you on the kitchen counter, that's just too gross. Jeez! You're like a horny teenage kid sometimes,"

I laughed a little. "Well, technically I am," I chuckled, "Stopped aging remember? And how am I supposed to be calm all the time, when my girlfriend is so Goddamn hot and sexy?"

"If you can't control yourself around me, then I guess you picked the wrong girlfriend, right?"

I snorted and let go of her, to take the plates out of the cabin. I placed it on the kitchen table, and went for forks, knifes and the glasses. "I don't think so," I said as I placed a knife. "It's your fault too."

"Oh. How so?" She asked, amused.

"You could stop wearing attractive clothes,"

"So you're suggesting, I should wear dirty baggy sweatpants and a loose t-shirt?"

"No. I've gone more like wearing a big winter jacket that covers all your... bare skin,"

"Not gonna happen," She said. "Especially not when Alice is around."

We both laughed quietly, and we settled down with the food she'd made, which had succeeded. It tasted beyond good, though she was sure it still needed some last ingredient to make it perfect. She was crazy. She seemed slightly puzzled and silent, like she was burning inside to ask me something, as we ate. I teased her as always, and told my amazing jokes, and she didn't give much of response to any of it, as she usually did.

"Baby, what's wrong? You're quiet," I asked her, as I was finished with my third plate.

She stared at me for a few minutes before answering, her eyes steel-hard, which was something you rarely saw with a girl with such soft chocolate coloured eyes. "I talked with Leah just before you came in,"

"With Leah?" I said, shocked, eyes widened. Leah hated Nessie, for some reason. It hurt me since she was my best friend, therefore I was a pissed at her. But maybe she had pulled together after all, to get to know Nessie instead of judging her prejudicially.

"Yes, with Leah," Nessie confirmed. "She told me that you had been lying to me."

"Lying to you?" I said, even more shocked than before. I hadn't been lying to Nessie! Not that I knew of at least.

"About a certain thing,"

"Which is?" I pressed curiously, though I was angry with Leah.

"Remember a couple of years ago when the scent and the paws were in the woods?"

A lump started building up in my throat. I nodded, swallowing, and knowing that I had screwed up.

"No one ever told me what that was. Everyone kept quiet. And I was too busy having sex with you to ever really get to know what it was! You said Carlisle recognized the scent. Now what was it out there?"

Damn Leah! "Can I explain why it was kept quiet before you make me say it?"

She nodded, arms crossed over her chest.

"I didn't want to freak you out," I began, and her mouth became a tight line. Okay, I had definitely screwed this up! "Sam's pack had gotten strict orders not to tell anyone at all about what was haunting the woods, and I had given my pack the exact same orders. The Cullens wouldn't say anything either, not even to the Denalis. Carlisle said it wasn't good to get a rumour running around about it, because it could increase the danger. I didn't really understand it, but it disappeared quickly again, and the meeting about it we had planned was cancelled since it wasn't necessary any longer." I twitched my lips, nervous for how she would respond to all of this. "Carlisle said it wasn't impossible that it would come back, but the chance was small, since there wasn't a lot of them left. We all just wanted to forget it, so we avoided speaking about it completely."

"Tell me what it was," She demanded, her eyes stern.

I gazed at her intensely. A stream of pictures flowed through my mind of the monsters. I had seen lots of horror movies, and it didn't made it any better. I was terrified of these mysterious, sickening creatures. It wasn't the same like vampires. We had a hold of the vampires. We knew what they were, and what they were able to. Not with these monsters. It was so much different.

The only sounds in our house, was the sound of the water dripping onto the sink, our breathings – mine nervous, hers quickly like when she's on an edge – and both our heartbeats strangely fluttering.

"They're the real ones," I said with a voice so serious and unmistakable, there was no way you could question it. "Those who runs with the moon. Those who was born by the moon. Werewolves."