I had done it.

After they had left me, after Edward had left me, I had finally felt myself getting back to normal again. Thanks to Jacob.

I knew Jake wanted more than friendship, but I wasn't there yet. I didn't want to make that step, and then have it all come crashing down.

I had told him that for months after I started coming around his garage to work on the bikes, he seemed like he understood where I was coming from. His patience must have worn out because as of three days ago Jacob Black was no longer answering my phone calls or text messages.

I thought that I had explained things well after I pulled my hand away from his at the movie theater, but I must have hurt his feelings.

Billy had told me that Jake had mono and that he would be out of it for a few days. I knew that was a lie. Jacob Black was never sick a day in his life, he boasted about it every time I got a common cold.

The longer I stayed away from La Push, the wider the whole in my heart felt.

I couldn't really understand it. I missed Jacob, but I felt like there was something else on the reservation that was pulling at me.

I grabbed my keys and headed to La Push.

If Jacob wanted to blow me off, then he was going to have to tell me to my face.

I had had it with men in my life tossing me aside like trash.

As if I never matter, as if they didn't give a damn.

I deserved people in my life that actually cared about me and I was done wasting my time.

I pulled up to the red-shingled house that had brought me so much joy and paused.

Something is off.

I wanted to see Jacob, but I felt this weird feeling to go further into the woods.

Knocking on the door, I stood back, preparing myself for whatever lie Billy was going to tell me.

"Bella, I wasn't expecting you," Billy said with a surprised expression.

"I need to see him."

"He's not in."

Another lie.

"I'm sorry Billy but I need to see him," I said as I stepped through the door and past Billy's wheelchair.

I walked down the hall to Jacob's room and froze.

He was here.

Snoring.

In his own bed.

He looks so tired.

I pulled his blanket up from the end of his legs. Granted, the last time I saw him he had a fever but if he got the chills, I would feel bad.

I heard men whistling outside from Jacob's bedroom window.

Fucking Sam Uley.

Is that what was happening to Jacob?! Why the hell was Sam in Jake's backyard? Why were there three other men with him?!

I ran out of Jacob's bedroom and out of the back door of his house.

I felt magnetic. I needed to go outside. The pull to continue forward was more than just anger at this point but I was just so angry I couldn't focus.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?" I screamed at Sam as I pushed him in the chest.

I know I'm not that strong, but he didn't even move.

"What did WE do? What did HE do!? WHAT DID HE TELL YOU!?" the man standing next to Sam yelled back at me.

From this moment I had not looked anyone in eye besides Sam.

I had to look up to look at all of them.

I'm 5'7" soaking wet and here is this 6' 3" douche yelling at me when I am just trying to help Jake.

I looked at him, I was still angry.

Angry.

Hurt.

Lonely.

Confused.

But when I looked at his brown eyes, I felt all of those emotions plus a thousand more.

Whole.

Understood.

Admiration.

Attraction.

Lust.

I didn't understand any of it but anger stood out the most.

"He told me nothing because he's scared of you!"

All of them laughed at me. The douche laughed the loudest and I just snapped.

I slapped him.

All of the frustration I had felt since Edward had left, and Jacob started ignoring me came out in that slap.

"PAUL! Calm Down!" yelled Sam.

So that is his name…Paul.

He was livid. I had never seen someone so angry before. He was shaking and I saw a gleam of sweat come from his hairline down his forehead. Paul looked like he was trying really hard to focus but he also looked like he wanted to eat me alive.

Paul shook a few more times and then…he just exploded.

Paul exploded into a huge, grey wolf!

WOLVES ARE REAL NOW TOO!?!?

I heard Jake yell my name.

I turn around and ran.

Running from a wolf isn't a very good idea. Something in the back of my mind was screaming not to run. To stay and apologize for hitting Paul and pray to God that he would forgive me. However, another part of my mind was telling me that I had nothing to apologize for a Paul deserved that slap. I probably just did another girl a favor.

Running towards Jake, I had almost reached him, but he jumped over me.

By the time Jake landed, Jacob was no longer there.

Instead was a giant, brown wolf that was now trying to murder Paul in wolf form.

I couldn't tell who was winning but when the wolves bounded into the forest, intent on murdering each other; I felt an intense pain in my chest and passed out.