Chapter 11

*Jacob's Point of View*

Being able to change into a wolf most defiantly has its ups and downs, and for the longest time I could only see the negative aspects of it. The very noticeable change in appearance, the dramatic and unexpected mood changes, being part of a pack and never having a single thought to yourself, and the always fun super puberty; where we all went through the normal teenage boy puberty faster than a rocket. It was defiantly not a walk in the park. But the one good thing, the one part that makes it all worth wild was meeting her, my imprint.

I can't lie, at first I wasn't that big of a fan of the whole imprinting thing. Sometimes it felt like I was wearing a t-shirt that said, "wolf looking for soul mate, I will be yours forever" or something like that printed across the front. But when it actually happened everything became so out of my control, and finally I just gave into it all and in doing so gave into her. As the idea of actually imprinting settled into my very thick head, I realized that I couldn't see myself or my life being happy without her somewhere in this new picture that was my new life. It was like some unknown hole deep, deep down inside of me; a mysterious void was instantly filled the second I laid eyes on her. It was so hard to admit and even harder to believe, but she stole my heart and she didn't even realize it. I don't care if it's the last thing I ever do on this earth; I am going to steal her heart away as well. With a silent chuckle I accepted my fate, I was hopelessly and forever in love with an English witch. Who knew?

It has been about a week since my life was turned completely upside down. One minute I was madly in love with Bella. Ready to fight for her until all the life drained from her eyes, but now everything was different. Now all I can do, all I wanted to do was be next to her; this strange girl who is apparently a witch from England. I don't even know what her first name is; but even so my mind, heart, and soul is connected to her and I will stay with her until the end of time.

On that note I made sure to claim my territory, the prime sitting spot right next to her bed in the make shift hospital the Cullen's have in their basement. If I had it my way I would not leave my spot until either she woke up or I was absolutely positive that she was safe. However that dream was shot down real fast. First the pack had to have an emergency meeting; new blood suckers with magical powers and the whole imprinting thing really was top priority. Then I had to deal with being in the Cullen's house on a daily bases. If Bella's leach of a boyfriend even got near the room where my soul mate was lying I was going to lose it wolf style. But Doctor Cullen was actually really understanding and grossly nice about everything. But the one thing he made clear was that since it was his house it was his rules, so I had to leave once and a while to eat and bathe; which made Sam and my dad very happy.

At first I was not a happy camper about the whole situation and did not take to the new rules very well. However the blond one, Rosalie, promised to watch over her and be there with her when I couldn't. That became the beginning of our routine. Since I was literally forced to go home to sleep I would be knocking on the Cullen's door around eight am and by the time I would make it down to the basement Rosalie would have just left. Then she would appear again the instant I left at noon to go have my forced meal and then again in the evening. We never spoke, I barely even saw her; but for some reason I trusted her and it made me feel better that the girl of my dreams wasn't totally alone.

So here I am again, sitting in my usual spot with my chair tilted back so that my head can rest against the wall. Today actually has been very uneventful and somewhat relaxing in a way. My eyes were drooping as my breathing fell into sync with hers and I had to fight to keep myself awake. But there was something about sitting here in her presence that just calmed me down. I felt so at ease when I was with her and the second I left the room the feeling instantly evaporated. She was like my own personal drug, when I was with her I was higher than any crack head could imagine. However not every day was this peaceful, this was actually a rarity in comparison to the past few days.

The last few days were filled with screams and sobs that would engulf the little room at any given moment. Her once peaceful face would turn in what looked like pure pain as she would start to thrash and move around. It looked as if she was trying to escape from something, something that was haunting her even in her dreams. I would try to calm her down by saying anything that would pop into my head, trying to desperately to convince her that she was safe; but nothing would work. Sometimes it would get so bad that Doctor Cullen would have to come down and sedate her. Her body that was so tense and stiff would slowly relax and all that would remain would be her silent tears pouring down her cheeks. Even though sedating her was for the best because she could ultimately hurt herself more if we didn't, it still killed me inside to see her in so much pain and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. I wish that I had the power to chase away any demons that lingered in her dreams, but not even Edward could enter her mind. She was completely alone in her thoughts and I had to wait on the sidelines until she wakes up, unable to do anything but be there and hold her hand through it all.

However today was different, I had only been there for about two hours since I had to leave for my mandatory lunch break; and everything is so calm and peaceful. I could hear the birds singing from outside, and it made me smile. There is space near the ceiling where parts of the room were lined with windows that were set at ground level. Even though they were low to the ground, sun light poured in and illuminated the sleeping beauty. I could see little dust particles in the air swirling and dancing around her face, moving with each breath she took. It was truly a sight to see, I was the luckiest guy in the world to have imprinted on the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and that wasn't just me that thought she was cute; I know for a fact that Seth was super jealous that he didn't get to imprint on her first.

All of a sudden out of nowhere a piercing crack shot through my ears and I was caught so off guard that I tipped my chair all the back and smashed my head into the wall then continued to tip over to the side and fall off the chair completely. As soon as I got up and register what the hell had just happened, ever member of the Cullen family was present in the room and my imprint was gone.

Everyone started talking and looking around for the now missing girl, but I couldn't hear any of it, I could barely even see straight. Fear and panic were overtaking me; I couldn't think straight, hell I couldn't even breathe. My breaths became ragged as I stumbled for the door, trying to find my way through the fog looking for my missing imprint. I was soon stopped by Sam who had just arrived on the scene; he knew exactly how I was feeling. I don't know how he got here so fast but I didn't care, I was so glad to see him there because I knew he would help me find her. Time seemed to stop as I was forced to wait for a plan to be developed. My head was spinning out of control and my mind was racing through every possibility; where could she be, was she safe, will she come back, will I ever see her again? It was so much to take in I seriously thought I was going to be sick. After what seemed like an eternity we had our plan of action and were just about to set off when that familiar load crack sounded off upstairs. Everyone came to an abrupt halt as we all could hear, as clear as day, the distant voice that was coming from the floor above.

"Hello? Heeellooooo? Is anyone home?" I couldn't believe my ears as I listened to the voice that was ringing though the house. Her voice was velvet; so soft yet filled with so much confidence. A sigh of relief escaped my chest, as I realized that the voice upstairs defiantly belonged to my imprint.

To Be Continued…