Jacob was flummoxed.
Sure he was a wolf, but this was RIDICULOUS.
He couldn't have actually given birth, right?
"This is all YOUR fault." Jacob glared at the small wolf pup nestled on his pillow.
Ok so maybe his first thoughts upon seeing Tokol were a bit weird. He'd named her Tokol. It meant "dark" in Quileute, and she really liked the dark. When he found her, she'd run under the bed in fear of him, and it had taken a lot of coaxing, and eventually phasing, to convince her to come out (he'd phased outside and nosed at her from the window).
But if there was a time in his life Jacob needed a friend, this was it. Bella had left him to get married, and he was expecting a wedding invite any day now. Actually, he'd received it the day he met Tokol.
Jacob had wanted to "abandon all hope" and leave. And he'd tried. But just as he'd been about to phase—Tokol was there. She was standing there, in the way. She looked at him and tilted her head, and just whimpered.
Then Tokol had pranced back in his room and sat on the bed. Jacob had looked helplessly at his dad, then at Tokol, then trudged back into the house.
Billy had watched, smiling knowingly.
"That's another thing that gets on my nerves." Jake said, looking at Tokol, who nodded every once in a while like she understood. She was a good listener. "Everyone in the tribe who sees her just looks at her like they know something I don't. It's like Sam's Cult all over again."
Tokol showed her teeth, grinning fangishly at him.
It took a wolf like Jake to recognize a smile from a pup like Tokol.
"Aw cmere." Jake grabbed her and wrestled with her a while, then fell asleep with her in his arms.