Jacob Black, in wolf form, ran through the woods.
He had finally made it to the northern mountains, near Canada.
He had to get as far away as possible from her, Bella.
She had married that LEECH, and then they had done...THAT...and now she was dead.
He growled as he lurched forward, struggling up the mountain. He knew he had left Tokol behind, the pup struggled to keep up. He paused, let the pup come closer.
He had to get away.
To be free.
"Really? And what will you do then?" A voice, feminine, sounded in his mind.
It wasn't Leah's.
No one from the pack had that...sound.
Jacob felt his ears perk to hear more.
A wolf, grey with blue eyes, climbed down from the mountain. It was Tokol!
"Who are you?" Jacob asked curiously.
Same size and shape are the Quiluete wolves.
"I used to be a girl." She said, pain lacing her thoughts. "Then came the heat, the anger, and I was like this. And I'm so angry all the time—"
Her voice ripped out in a howl.
"You can't change back." Jake finished for her. "No one talked to you? No one explained? Your a Shapeshifter. You must be a Quiluete. What's your name?"
"That's not it." She responded. "After I transformed, there was nothing. No memory, no anything, just the wolf. And a name."
Jacob realized suddenly that he had no access to her mind other than conversation. He sighed. What a freeing feeling. She wouldn't know his pain.
"What name."
"Yoro." The wolf looked up to the mountain. "Yoro of the Northern Mountain."