Jacob's Point Of View.

"Um…Do I have to tell you?" Bella asked, blushing.

"Kinda yeah."

"Well, you know, um…"

"Keep going." I said, desperate to know.

"You're kind of…Beautiful." she said, looking embarrassed. I was speechless with joy, but I didn't let it show on my face. If only I could tell her how much I loved her; how much I wished that she would love me.

"You're beautiful as well." I managed to say, and I watched her face turn red. She looked so beautiful, a picture of perfection. Then, the hours passed like seconds and before I knew it, I watched Bella walk back to Charlie's. I sighed and drove back to my home, Billy was already there. I opened the door and put the keys on the table, thinking about the love of my life, wondering if she felt the same way. If Edward – I hissed the name even in my thoughts – hadn't left her, or even better, not come at all, there could be or would be a chance that she would love me. It was natural, easy. But he broke her heart; tore it out of her. It enraged me so much that I clenched my fists, eyes narrowing.

"Jake?" Billy asked. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Why?" I replied.

"Well, you look a little bit weird." He replied. Then, suddenly, I exploded out of my skin and transformed into a wolf, growls erupting from my chest. My shredded clothes fluttered to the ground like confetti. I felt like I was ready to kill someone; rage and I glared around the house like there was a criminal inside. Billy looked so taken a-back that I stopped growling and started laughing. Only, it sounded weird, like a dog laughing. Then, I realised something. I was a wolf. I, Jacob Black, was a wolf. A wolf. Holy sh-

"Jake?" Billy asked again, interrupting my thought. I cocked my head to the side to show that I was listening.

"Jake, you've turned into a werewolf. Control your temper for a while, calm down." he instructed calmly. I followed, and soon turned back into my human, normal state. But, oddly, I started hearing a voice in my head, telling me about what I was, why I was, and what to do. Then, I felt sick, like I was about to throw up or faint. As I was listening to the voices in my head, everything turned black.

"Jake?" my father asked, bending down to shake my shoulder. I opened my eyes, disoriented, and found that I had collapsed on the floor.

"Jake, take a rest in your room." He said. I nodded and did so. I heard the voices in my head again and felt awful. Like I was in unbearable pain and there was no cure for it. I lay in my bed and groaned. How long would this last? Then, as if the voices could hear me, they answered 'Just a week.' WHAT?!? The voice in my head went on and on, and I soon recognised it. Sam. It was as if he was talking to me. 'Embry's changing as well. You can hear him as well.'

'Embry?' I tried, to see if he could hear me.

'Jake?' a voice answered.

'Duh. This changing thing is like hell huh?'

'You got that right. One week? You've got to be kidding me. '

'Ugh. Great. I'm supposed to meet with Bella tomorrow. I guess I can't now, since I'm in the pit of hell.'

'It doesn't last forever Jacob.' Sam said. 'There are some things you guys need to know about being a werewolf.'

'Alright. Hit me.' Embry replied.

'Well, we turn into werewolves when we lose our temper. So, keep cool. Especially around humans. You see, when we phase, that's what it's called, and we could hurt our friends, family if they're standing too close.' Sam replied pain in his voice as he showed us his memory of phasing in front of Emily, scarring her face.

'Alright. Rule one, keep cool. Next?" I said.

''Well, this isn't a rule but it does happen sometimes. There's this thing called imprinting. You guys ever heard of it?'

Embry and I both shook our heads mentally.

'Well, it's like love at first sight, only much, much stronger. You have to see the girl you're meant for, then, it's like gravity moves. The world revolves around her. You become anything she needs you to be, be it a brother, guardian or soul mate. It's like you were made for each other and each other alone.'

'Sounds romantic.' Embry joked.

'By the way, Paul is also a werewolf. There is only one pack and so far, there's only Paul and us. There is one leader in the pack and so far, it's me, but now, Jacob is going to become leader.'

'WHAT?' I screamed mentally, horrified.

'Well, you do have the strongest blood relation to the last leader. You do have a choice though.' He replied.

'Uh-uh. No way am I being leader. You keep on being leader Sam. There is no way in hell that I'm going to be leader.'

'Maybe you should decide after you finish changing. Get some rest Jacob, Embry.' he said. Then, suddenly exhausted, I fell asleep.

6 days passed quickly, but the pain had not ceased. It hurt whenever I moved around, which was a pain (no pun intended) in the neck. I heard from Billy that Bella had been calling. I was eager to finish changing, so I could see Bella.

'Jacob, you can't see Bella. It puts her in danger, you could lose your temper as quick as that and she would end up like Emily is now.' Sam told me.

I thought of the image of Emily Sam had showed us, I shuddered and agreed. I wouldn't risk having Bella like that.

'The good news is that this is the final day of your changing. Stay away from your family and friends; go into a different room from them, because you're going to explode into a wolf again. You'll first feel rage, furious, then you'll explode.' Sam announced.

'Nice sentiment. Explode. Gosh, I'm looking forward to that again.' Embry said sarcastically. I laughed in my mind. Forever the clown, Embry. Then, I felt rage as Sam said. My eyes narrowed and I heard Sam telling me that it was happening. The room turned slightly red and I clenched my fist. Then, I 'exploded' and was snarling loudly.

'Try to calm down Jake.' Sam instructed. I tried to and after a few attempts, I changed back into my human state.

'Sam?'

'Yeah?'

'Do your clothes always, like, rip into shreds when you phase?' I asked, looking at the strips of my clothes on the floor.

'Yeah. We need to carry our clothes with us. Bare essential, like pants. By the way, never carry jeans. It really sucks. Sweatpants are a lot better. Come down to La Push. Embry's almost gonna explode.

'Alright.' I replied, putting on a new change of clothes. I headed downstairs and saw that Billy wasn't there. Must have gone to Harry's place again, I thought. I drove to La Push, and saw Sam and Paul waiting for me. They waved. I got out of my car and headed toward them. I realised that I was more…aware of things now. It was as if I was connected to the animals and forest. My sense of smell was also better now, sharper. My sight had improved as well, not miraculously, but better. I could hear Embry's footsteps behind me, heading towards us. Then, when he arrived, Sam and Paul told us about what it's like to be walking, moving in our wolf forms. Then, we all headed to the desert forest to test it out.

We hung our clothes on a tree and we all phased. It was easy for me, natural, but it was hard for Embry, Sam had to piss him off purposely in the end. I noticed that all of us looked different, Sam big and all black; Paul was dark grey and fierce, Embry was a sort of desert brown and slightly smaller then us. I was a reddish brown like my skin colour and I was as big as Sam.

'Yeah, we all look different.' Sam said.

'Huh? How did you…?'

'When we're in our wolf forms, we can hear each other's thought, whether we want to or not.' Sam explained.

'So, if you're thinking of something embarrassing, the whole pack will know about it if you're in wolf form?' Embry asked.

'Yeah. It sounds sucky but sometimes it comes in handy. Another thing you guys should know about is the speed. We run really fast. Give it a go.' suggested Sam. So, we all started running, and it was incredible. The wind through our fur, the sense of freedom but yet some duty, was exhilarating.

'Jacob, you still don't want to be leader?' Sam asked.

'No way. I'm never going to lead a pack. No way.' I told him. Sam and Paul told us more about being a wolf, the growth spurt that was going to happen to me and Embry, what responsibilities we had, who our enemies were. Then, we all phased back, put on our clothes and headed to back to La Push. Then, my phone rang. It was Bella.

"Can I answer it?" I asked Sam. He nodded, 'Tell her that you can't see her though.' I pressed the answer button.

"Bella?'

"Jacob! Are you feeling better? Billy said you were ill for a week. Are you alright now?" she asked me, worry in her beautiful, honey-sweet voice.

"Yeah."

"Can I come over to see you now?" she asked. Sam heard her voice on the phone and shot me a warning glance.

"Um, no sorry Bella."

"Well, when can I come over? Tomorrow?"

"You can't come over Bella. I'm sorry. It's not safe."

"What? Why Jacob?" she replied, her voice hurt and worried. It made my heart ache to hear her like this. She didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry. I really am. Bye Bella." I whispered into the phone.

"Wait, Jacob." She said, talking once more.

"Sorry." I said again and hung up, putting the phone back in my pocket.

"You're doing the right thing Jacob. Don't worry." Sam told me. I nodded and headed back home, my spirit miserable as Bella's pained voice ran over and over again in my head.

The day passed slowly, unbearably. Bella's voice and face was always carved into my mind. By the end of 2 days, I was in torture. I thought of how Emily looked, and Sam's words about it not being safe for Bella. That was the only thing that kept me from sprinting to Charlie's house and seeing Bella. The next morning, we all met up at La Push again. As Sam had said, Embry and I had grown. We talked like old friends, not like a leader and pack. We walked along the beach, then, I saw a brown-haired girl, wearing a dark green shirt and a familiar dark blue jeans, just a few metres in front of me. Bella.

"Bella!" I called. Sam shot a murderous glance at me but I ignored it. Then, the beautiful girl in front of me turned her head to the sound that had called her voice. When I saw her face, it was as if I had never seen light before, like I had been under a coma, and Bella had awakened me. Everything that had defined me before drifted away, and was replaced by the angel beauty in front of me, a masterpiece, magnificent and glorious.

"Jacob!" she called back, a smile stretching across her angelic face. I ran towards her, despite Sam's hand trying to hold me back, and held her tight against me in a hug. I felt like I would never let go. My face was close to hers, my mouth close to her forehead, and I was tempted to kiss her. A shiver of happiness; contentment ran through my spine. I heard the rest of the pack coming up behind me.

"Jacob!" Sam growled, his fists clenched tight.

"Remember what you said about imprinting?" I said, my tone implying something. Bella looked at me, her beautiful face confused. I felt as if I were gazing at a beam of hope, as if she was she was the whole universe before me. Sam's face was surprised, along with Embry's and Paul's.

"You've…imprinted on her?" Sam asked. I nodded.

"What's imprinting?" Bella asked, her face still confused. The four of us began telling her what we were, what imprinting was and basically, everything else. She seemed pretty calm about it and when I asked her, she said she was used to weird. Right.

We spent the rest of the day together, as I ditched Sam, Paul and Embry. We laughed and talked as usual, now and then I caught her looking at me sort of …intensely and when I asked her, she shook her head and blushed. Then, I reached out and took hold of her hand, binding it to mine. I looked at her, and she looked back, and we both knew that our holding hands had a new, different significance now. We carried on walking, not really talking. I felt like there was an electrical current running through my veins when she walked closer to me. I looked at her face and took in all the details of her features. Her eyes were a deep, clear chocolate brown, framed with long, curling eyelashes. I felt weird as I looked at her mouth, like I wanted to move closer to her. To kiss her. I controlled that urge and tried to keep my breathing even as I imagined kissing her, my hands on her delicate face, my lips moving with hers…Then, Bella's phone rang.

"Sorry Jake." She said, then she answered it. "Hello? Ch-Dad? What is it?" Then, there was a faint noise of someone talking on her phone.

"No power in the house? None at all? Why don't you call the electrician or something? He's busy? Well that sucks. At least it's just for a night or two."

Then, an idea occurred to me. She and Charlie could stay at our place. Billy wouldn't mind, I was sure.

"Bella?"

"Yeah?" she said, covering the phone to stop Charlie from hearing.

"You and Charlie can stay at our place tonight."

"Jake, that's too much. I really don't want to bother you and Billy."

"Bella, seriously, it's fine. Ask Charlie if he's fine with it."

"Jake, it's seriously too much."

"If you don't ask Charlie, I'll ask him for you."

"Fine, I'll ask." She replied, asking Charlie if he wanted to. Charlie also seemed to agree with her, but in the end he agreed as the water supply was also evidently down.

"Alright, you win. We're staying at your place tonight." She said, sighing.

"Do you want to go back to your place and get a change of clothes first?" I asked.

"Um, kinda yeah." She replied. We headed to my house and got into my car and drove to Charlie's. I stayed outside, leaning against the car. Bella was going to be in my house tonight. Maybe in the same room. The thought of that quickened my pulse. She came out with a small backpack in hand. It matched her outfit. We drove to my place, talking and laughing as we usually did. I opened the door for her and shut it as she got out. The wind blew in her direction, swirling past me and I detected a hint of perfume. It was like Unforgivable Woman, I guessed; Rachel used that. It was nicer on Bella though; sweeter. We went to my room after greeting and explaining to Billy why she was here. I glanced at the clock, it was 8:30. Charlie would be here soon.

Bella was going to be sleeping in my bed while I slept on the couch in my room. Billy was going to sleep in his room and Charlie on the living room couch. If the thought of having her in the same house as me quicken my pulse, the thought of her in the same room as me speeded it up rapidly; almost unhealthily. Bella had gone to take a shower so, it was just me and Billy.

"Jake?" he asked me.

"Yeah?"

"Have you, um…Imprinted on Bella?"

Damn. How did he know? "Is it that obvious?" I asked, embarrassed.

"A little bit yeah. You look at her like she's the grand prize or something. It's not that easy to miss." Well, she sort of was, to me.

"Just don't you know…" he said, trailing off and I knew what he meant. I turned crimson, wishing a hole would open up and swallow me.

"Dad!"

"I know you've imprinted but…" he sighed, "Just tell me that you'll be responsible."

"Sure, sure." Then, Charlie arrived, ringing the doorbell. Bella also had finished showering, coming out of the bathroom, steam following behind her as she opened the door. She was wearing a white shirt and black shorts; her lips a seductive red against her pale skin. She looked gorgeous. Then, after Charlie and Billy had finished chatting, I went and changed into my normal vest-and-boxers pyjamas. Charlie changed into his nightwear and so did Billy. We all began to go to our assigned rooms, but Charlie said that he wanted to talk to Bella first so Billy and I went first. Outside, I could hear Charlie mumbling something about 'Jacob' and 'responsibility', mixed with 'just friends' from Bella. I had a pretty good idea what they were talking about. I felt Bella's embarrassment; I had to cope with a much shorter version of that lecture. In the end, Bella came into the room, a breath-taking shade of pink painted in her cheeks.

"You alright?" I asked. She nodded, I gestured towards the bed for her to get into as I climbed onto the sofa. Billy and Charlie came in to say goodnight and then left. I lied awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the girl I loved. I had imprinted on her, and I was probably the happiest werewolf alive.