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Jacob:

It was hard at first, letting go of Bella and accepting it. Accepting that Bella had just been "puppy love", a very intense form of puppy love, but it was nowhere near how intensely I felt for Cara. She was the last thing I thought of when I went to sleep at night and the first thing I thought of when I woke up. The sight of her sent my heart on a rampage and my head reeling. I never wanted her out of my sight, I couldn't deal with her being away from me. Caralin Jamison was the one.

Sitting in english Wednesday morning, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She'd glance up at me every once in a while, blush then look away, but she had slid her hand into mine the moment she sat down. Her touch sent shockwaves through my body.

After Saturday, I knew my life would never be the same and I have a feeling she did too. The moment my lips had touched hers, my world shifted views. Everything I did was for her. Even just getting up in the morning.

I was still trying to get used to it, imprinting on someone. Especially someone I still barely knew. After school, I'd drive her home, talking the whole time, getting to know the person I was irrevocably in love with. Everything she said made me smile, her optimism and incessant belief in seeing the good in people.

She had asked me once about Bella and all I said was "Bella who?"

The bell rang, and the class erupted from their seats. I held Cara's books for her as we walked down the hall to her next class. She and Embry had advanced physics together, so they talked about the latest project assignment as we made our way down the hall.

For only just meeting the Pack, she already fit in. They all seemed to like her- except Leah, but she didn't like anyone- and accepted her as if they had grown up with her. She even knew all about the legends that were as true to us as the fact that werewolves didn't exist to everyone else.

"You know… I can carry my own books. People do it all the time, Jake" Cara said, her head tilted back so she could see my eyes. She was a full four inches shorter than me.

"Yeah, yeah… but this way I feel like you need me around"

"Aw, I need you around all the time" She said as the bell rang. She snatched her books and turned towards the door.

"Oh yeah? For what?" I grinned and already felt her absence.

"To beat up all the guys who hit me, duh!" The door closed in my face as the grin vanished.

I hope she's joking.

Cara:

After school, Jake drove me home in the Rabbit- which he had built himself-like he did every day so far. Granted, we had only been an official "imprint" couple for about a week, but even in that time I felt like I had known him my entire life.

Everything about him had become so familiar, I had him memorized. From his laugh to his walk to the way his eyes shifted from warm reddish-brown to almost black in seconds. Except for when I was home with my dad, he was always around. And I liked it that way.

But that day, something didn't quite feel right. The weather was cloudy and gross as usual, so that wasn't it. I had noticed how quiet he was in the car, how his jaw clenched and unclenched. Something was bothering him.

"Is it me or…?" I started to say but didn't quite know how to put into words how I felt.

"No, I feel it too… something's wrong" Jake said, but when he saw my face, he reached over and held my hand.

My heart sped up and a heavy weight fell onto my shoulders. What did it mean? Though I was a werewolf just like the others, they didn't let me go on watch or patrol like they did. I was new to the whole "pack" life. A few days ago, I had gone with them on a run and almost passed out from dizziness.

Apparently, when in wolf form, our thoughts are connected. I could hear what they were all thinking, see what they were seeing. It was too much at once. I wasn't used to other people invading my head and I wasn't sure if I'd ever be.

We pulled up outside of my house and Jake cut the engine. He usually comes inside for a few hours, but I knew he'd have to go meet the Pack. I just wish he didn't have to.

"I'll call you when I know what's happening, okay?" he looked into my eyes as his hand cupped my face, his thumb stroking my cheek gently. I smiled into his hand and nodded.

"Just be careful, whatever happens" I said and saw my dad peek out the living room window. Sighing, I leaned away and grabbed my bag as I opened the door. I hated being away from him, even for the hours at night when I was sleeping. There was apart of me that needed him there, all the time.

"You have to let go of my hand, Jacob" I laughed. He made a face, but smiled and let go. My hand automatically felt so much colder without his holding it.

I tripped up the steps and waved as I opened the door. Jacob peeled down the street and eventually disappeared around the corner.

My dad was planted in front of the t.v. when I walked into the living room. The news was on and I could tell by how dark it was in there that I could tell this was the extent of his day. He wasn't even out of his pajamas yet.

"Jeez, Dad… let there be light" I said as I flicked on the lamp. He blinked in the new light. I swear, sometimes I wonder why he even bothers paying the electric bill. He never uses anything but the television. I brought the empty cups and plate on the table into the kitchen, kicked off my shoes in the hall and dropped my bag on the steps before going back into the living room.

"Have you seen the news?" He asked, looking at me for the first time. Something in his eyes scared me, the desperation in the blue.

"No, but I know you have. What happened in the world today?"I said with a smile, hoping to drag a smile from him, or at least a lighter shade of blue from his eyes.

"Not the world… Forks- just ten minutes away… the Sheriff was found murdered this morning… it's weird because there's no evidence, no nothin'. There wasn't a single drop of blood left in his body they say" I dropped down next to him as the weather came on. My dad sighed, shaking his slowly like the news had been about a traffic jam instead of a murder.

Something clicked in my head as I suddenly remembered something about the stories the Pack had told me… there was one about a great battle, between a werewolf- one of our ancestors- and… what was it they called it? Oh. A Cold One… a vampire.

But they couldn't be real, could they? The more I thought about it, I realized- If werewolves exist, why can't vampires?

Jacob:

The easy going feeling I had this morning was completely gone by the time I opened my front door. The air was crackling with something so intense I couldn't even figure out a name for it. One thing was for sure, something horrible had happened and I had a strong feeling we were going to get involved.

"Dad?... Hey, have you heard from Sam?" I called through the house as I dropped my backpack and threw my coat on the sofa. The house seemed oddly quiet…

"Dad? Wh-"

"In here Jacob!" There was underlying emotion in my dad's voice, though I could tell he was trying to mask it. I took a deep breath and picked up a new scent… I wrinkled my nose but headed towards the kitchen.

"You have a visitor, but I'm afraid it's under grave circumstances, son" I slowed to a stop in the doorway. My dad's eyes were puffy and red, as though he had been crying.

The hair on the back of my neck rose and a shiver traveled up and down my spine. What could have driven my father to tears… and who-

"Jake?" That voice. My heart started to beat three times faster, I could feel it hammering against my rib cage. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move.

No… my head was shaking before I even saw the person that voice belonged to. It threatened to break everything I had built up, every barrier and crack I had almost mended that had been broken by her.

"Bella?" And there she was. Beautiful and sad… and cold.