Its time to reintroduce my least favorite character. Sigh, but the story would just not be complete without Jacob, as much as I hate to admit it. Please review and enjoy!

The wolf formerly known as Jacob Black

My feet flew beneath me as I sprinted through the darkness. I had that stench clear in my nostrils and I was going to catch it if it was the last thing I did. I could hear the panting of my breath but I was not fatigued. I had simply been running for many hours now, trying to overtake that filthy leech.

I had first caught the scent of the disgusting bloodsucker somewhere in northern washington. That place held some importance to me but I could not remember what. I had felt the slightest tugging on my conscience but I did not know what had been happening. I faintly remembered being with other wolves at some point, but the faces were unclear and the memories faded.

The only things that I remembered were that my first name was Jacob and that I had left some other life behind. I could only remember the past month or so of my existence. I was a huge wolf running through the woods, feeding on game and running wherever my heart took me.

However, when the scent had cut across my path, something awoke inside of me. One word came to mind. Vampire. Not thinking I had spun around and run at full speed following the scent northward. I knew that I had to kill the creature. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to rip the bloodsucker limb from limb.

I pushed my legs even faster and the scent grew stronger as I continually lessened the gap. I felt as if I was heading south now and I realized that the leech was backtracking. No matter, I would catch him soon enough.

As I ran, I saw a metal fence up ahead with jagged wire sticking out of it. I had vaulted a similar fence in the early stages of the chase. I jumped the barrier easily, not comprehending in my mind that I had crossed back into the United States from Canada.

The surrounding forest became more humid, the air more damp. I felt oddly at ease in this surrounding. As I followed the scent, I began to feel the slight tugging on my mind again. It was as if some other voice was trying to break through. I pushed the thoughts away and focused on the vampire. He had to be close.

The tugging grew stronger as I followed the scent southwestward. The environment was more familiar as I ran. Why was this place so well-known to me?

Jacob some voice cut through my head with crystal clearness. I looked around frantically for the origins of the sound but I did not break my stride. It was probably the vampire trying to play mind games with me.

Soon however more voices began to ring through my head, calling my name and welcoming me back. Back where though?

That first voice cut through my head again, quieting all the others with an authoritative tone. Jacob, is that really you? I recognize your presence but you seem different somehow? What is wrong? the man's voice asked.

Who are you and why are you in my head?! I cried out in my thoughts. This must be the stupid bloodsucker playing tricks on me... I thought to myself. But then I heard outcries of surprise in my head. All the voices wanted to know who the bloodsucker was and where was he headed.

Jacob, you must listen to me. I don't know what has happened to you, but I am your friend Sam. If you are chasing a vampire, there is a good chance that we can cut him off. Please open your mind so that we can find you the original voice said with some urgency.

Sam. That name was like a catalyst for a rush of memories. I suddenly remembered a different form, a human form. And I remembered my father Billy Black. That was my last name. Black. I remembered the garage with the rebuilt Rabbit and the black motorcycle. I remembered riding along a dirt road with a beautiful brunette girl following me on a red bike. I remembered the pack and Sam and my best friends, Quil and Embry. I could see the vision of myself bursting into a wolf in front of that same brunette and chasing down another wolf named Paul. That girl... Her name was Bella.

Bella... My first love and probably the only girl I could ever care for with such intensity. The mess that she had been and the way that I had helped her become a person again. And how that filthy bloodsucker had taken her away from me. Edward. I would never forgive him even though at the moment I did not know why.

I felt the pack's presence even more strongly and I opened my minds to them. I became one with their thoughts and emotions and we lined up in perfect synchronization. I felt the every movement of the pack, coming to meet me, to cut off the leech, to destroy our enemy. We were surrounding the vampire from every side, there would be no way that they could escape.

I burst into a great clearing and saw the flutter of a black cloak in the distance. I felt two more presences coming from behind and looked to see two giant wolfs coming to flank me from both sides.

Hey Bro Quil's voice echoed. Embry's voice vocalized a greeting in my head as well. We charged forward, quickly gaining on the bloodsucker. We saw the figure abruptly change directions ahead of us as a huge black wolf emerged from the trees directly in front of the leech. More wolves burst from either side and closed in on the vampire.

The pale figure turned around looking for a gap but there was no escape. The blood red of the vampire's irises shone with determination, and he lowered into a crouch, preparing to fight.

I was the first one to reach the bloodsucker and I felt no hesitation as I leapt at the figure. I aimed my jaws for the throat and hungered for the kill. I let my instincts take over as I fought the vampire, snapping at limbs and tearing bits off. The leech screamed with fury but continued to thrash at me. I felt long cuts down my shoulder blade but I paid no attention to the wounds.

I had the upper hand and more white limbs were ripped from the form. In a moment of weakness, the vampire exposed his throat and I took advantage of the lapse. I sand my teeth into the rock hard flesh of the throat and ripped the head off with one great tug. The body went limp and the fighting fire in the ruby eyes dimmed.

I jumped back, panting with the victory. I saw all of the wolves surrounding me utterly silent and still. My wounds no longer hurt and I glanced at my shoulder but all that remained as evidence of the injuries was some dried blood and some bright pink scars that were quickly fading.

Gather all the pieces into a pile. Don't let any escape notice, we must burn them all Sam's thoughts echoed through the minds of the pack. All of the wolves moved and began scooping up the white pieces of rock in their mouths and assembling them in a pile around the black cloaked body.

I watched in awe as all the parts were piled up. Suddenly I felt Sam's presence disappear and I looked around in confusion. Standing where Sam had previously been sitting on his haunches, stood a lean muscular Indian man adorned in a simple pair of sweat pants. I jumped up and growled at the being, having only been at most within a mile of any humans in my last month of existence.

"Jacob, relax, it is just me," Sam's true voice reached my ears. He approached me very slowly not making any sudden movements. "Jacob, you have probably been a wolf for the past month or so and I can see that it has messed with your memories. However, you are human. You are a human who can transform into the body of a werewolf whenever you so choose. It may seem difficult to comprehend right now, but I am telling you the truth."

I did not know what to make of what he had just told me. I knew that I had memories of a human form and bursting into the shape that I now possessed. I closed my eyes and focused on those thoughts. I felt my body shrinking and my bones narrowing. The conversion was not painful and I opened my eyes to look at my tanned skin.

I heard snickers coming from the surrounding wolves and looked up. I could sense that Quil and Embry were laughing at me and I saw other wolves averting their gazes. Sam came over and held out a piece of black cloth to me. Oh, I was naked! I grabbed the black sweat pants and quickly put them on.

"You can thank Quil for letting you 'borrow' his pants. Let's see how he likes having to walk naked into his house," Sam said with a laugh. He then acquired a more serious look on his face as he pulled out a silver lighter. He flicked the fire to life and walked over the the remains of the vampire.

I watched as he lowered the lighter to the remains, wrinkling his nose in disgust. The flames came to life upon contact with the stones and purple smoke began to rise into the air.

Sam backed away from the flames and approached me once more. "It's nice to have you back Jacob. We have missed you," he said.

My voice cracked slightly as I responded, having not used it in over a month. "I am still slightly confused and memories are still coming to me. I remember the pack and a girl named Bella and about some other vampires, one named Edward I think," I told him.

I saw his body tense and he looked extremely uncomfortable. I heard low growls coming from various members of the pack. "Jake, I'm not sure how to say this but Bella and the Cullens disappeared four days ago. We think that they have broken the treaty," Sam stated with a strained voice.

And then it all hit me. The treaty, the wedding, the invitation, the note, the ramifications of a disappearance of such length. She couldn't have been turned into a filthy bloodsucker, she couldn't...

I felt my body burst into my wolf form once more as shredded black cloth flew in every direction. Suddenly my legs were pumping against the ground and I was flying in the direction of that white house. The house of the filthy bloodsucking Cullens.