Jacob's POV

It had been a few days after we had learned about our little friend, and in that few days, we had never come across him at all, let alone even caught his scent once. I had began to loose hope in finding him. He had probably left the area since he might have smelled our scent and didn't want to get involved. But three things kept popping up in my head that made me doubt that.

First of all, Old Quil's words seemed to pop up in my head very often. He wanted me, me of all people to find this werewolf before the next full moon. It was almost like he knew it wasn't going to leave. And so if the next full moon came, and I had not found the wolf, the blame would be on me.

Second of all, on one of the websites, it said that in wolf form, they are savage and out of control. The wolf inside them could kill someone they loved and they wouldn't even know it. This for one, scared the living hell out of me. Because even if we caught the werewolf and were on good terms with him, if he phased and we weren't careful, he'd kill us all.

Lastly, if Old Quil was right about the whole vampire extinction thing, that means this werewolf could bring unwanted vampires in the area, that could bring danger to our friends and family, and that we would have to fight off. Not something any of us wanted.

I kicked a stone in the middle of the path I was walking on. I didn't feel like phasing, because I didn't want Embry hearing what I was thinking. Bella was a mess right now. She has to face so much. After that leech left her, than I phased and made things worse. I feel like she's just going to fall apart. I try to be there for her, but it's so difficult. I wish she would understand how hard it is. I was glad I had told her about the werewolf. She told me she was going to be careful and watch out, but I was still nervous. Not to mention the red head vampire that keeps popping up and trying to break through our protective barrier.

Snap.

A twig snapped ahead of me and I froze. I had been so lost in thought that I hadn't even noticed where I was going. I strained my ears to hear all movement around me, and I heard a heartbeat. It was abnormally fast, which meant it was probably a small rabbit or fox. But something inside me made me itch that that wasn't what it was. I took small steps forward, being as silent as I could be. It was then that I began to recognize where I was. This trail went right by the graveyard. And this particular part of the cemetery was where my mom was buried. I made my way silently through the brush till I came close to the edge. I peered through the brush to see a girl, not extremely tall, dark brown hair pulled into a bun, black yoga pants, and a black jacket, standing in front of my mother's gravestone, staring down with respect. I was silent as I watched her. Though her hood was pulled up, I could still make out some of her features. She had tan skin, almost as dark as mine, she had a few freckles that spotted her nose, her nose was small and round at the end, and her mouth was small, pulled into a thin line. She was stunningly beautiful, but there was one thing that stuck out on her face, that made me stare. A jagged scar, that traveled from her hairline, across her right eye, and down to her nose, stood a out in a pungent red color. This made me wonder how she got it, seeing that it was probably from a blade of some sort.

What was she doing? I wondered. Did she know my mother?

A sudden gust of wind blew at my face and I caught a scent that I recognized. It burned in my nostrils, and made me gag. This noise made her head snap up and her eyes immediately met mine.

I blanched as I saw what color they were. Yellow. The most deepest, thickest yellow I had seen in my life, and right now, they were drilling holes through my skull.

It was our werewolf. And it wasn't a boy.

Then just like that, she was gone. I had to blink twice before I realized she was sprinting through the graveyard, running away from me. So, seeing this as a chance to shine, I chased after her.

I quickly learned that she had no super-speed or super-strength. When she wasn't a werewolf, she was a normal human.

But that didn't mean she wasn't fast. If she hadn't of been running in the middle of a well used road, I could have used my super-speed to catch her. As for now, it was all human speed as she wove in and out of honking cars, me desperately trying to follow. She wasn't giving up either. Never once did she go out of a place well populated, never once did she run into the woods. She was clever, and quick, constantly slipping from my grasp, never to slow to let me even touch her. I wanted to warn the others, but right now, I couldn't. If I let her go, I might never be able to catch her again. This was my only chance.

When I smelled salt, I knew we were getting close to the ocean and the beach. But currently, she wasn't heading for the beach, she was headed to the cliffs. No, not the ones we jump off from, but the ones that line Edge Cliff Road. The waves are the worst there, not to mention the sharp rock population that waits for you at the bottom. She began to push herself faster and I saw her quickly strip her jacket and shoes.

Was she insane?

I chased her all the way to the edge where she stepped up on the railing then leaped off, screaming with happiness as she fell. I skidded to a stop at the railing, leaning over the edge as she fell.

"Your fucking crazy," I shouted down, hoping she could hear me.

She disappeared into the churning waters, her scream eaten by the water. I stared down at the water, watching, waiting, seeing if she would resurface. The waves crashed against the rocks ferociously. There was no hope. She had killed herself.

Well, I guess we wouldn't have to worry about our werewolf problem.

I turned to go when something caught my eye. I looked out across the water away from the waves and noticed something in all black, floating on the water.

It was her.

"That's impossible," I muttered, staring dumbfounded at the girl in the water.

"How in hell's name-" I froze when I saw her flip me off, with both hands, mouth "sorry mutha fucka," then swim back to shore.

Anger raged through me. I sprinted to the woods and phased.

Hey Jake, Embry thought happily.

I found the werewolf, it's not a guy, it's a girl, and she's swimming to first beach. Get Sam and the other's and hurry. We can't let her get away. I'm going there now! I shouted in my thoughts, not allowing Embry to see any of it.

I didn't have time. I quickly phased back to human and ran as fast as I could down to first beach.

But I was too late. I walked on the edge of the water, inhaling as much as I could, trying to catch her scent, but the water was too strong.

We had seriously underestimated her.

That's when I saw it. Blood. Her blood. She must have hurt herself on the rocks. The scent was strong, and I followed it. I searched the crowd with my eyes, trying to find her. She wouldn't have a jacket on, so she would be cold, and she wouldn't have any shoes. So she'd be barefoot.

I hear howls from the forest.

I walked quickly up the stairs, searching for her as I walked. I cut through the forest then caught another strong scent coming from Hidden Beach. No one came here, they had it blocked off because it was too dangerous. I went there anyways. The strong scent hit my nose again and I froze. There was a large boulder in front of me, with blood plastered across it. I followed the blood all the way down to the ground, where laying there, was a bloodied piece of rock. When she hit the water, she must have hit a rock, and jammed a smaller one into her. I looked all around the boulder but found no one, and I didn't find any more blood either.

"AAHHHH!" There was a roar and I quickly turned around, just in time to see the girl flying towards me with a stick above her head.

I could have jumped out of the way, but I was too stunned to move. She tackled me to the ground and began beating me with the stick. I reached up to shove her off me and she bit me. I roared and with a good shove, made her go flying, landing with a huge explosion of sand.

She snarled at me, literally snarled, then laughed.

Wait, why was she laughing?

She dropped the stick by her feet and chuckled. "It's Jacob, right?"

I stared blankly at her as her words rang out like a song. The girl laughed again, staring at me quizzically. It was then that I noticed where the scar met her eye, the yellow pigment changed into a brownish red. It was right over her pupil, and wondered if she could be blind in that eye.

"Did I scare you or something? Because, I thought it would be pretty hard to silence such a tough guy like you." She crossed her arms over her chest, emphasizing the muscles in her arms.

I glared at her. Just a few seconds longer and the pack would attack.

She spoke again, this time, slightly annoyed. "Don't you speak at all? I thought you were quite the loud mouth, at least, that's what your mother told me."

I stared at her, replaying what she said over and over again. My mother? What the?

Sam's roar rang out across Hidden Beach, and his mouth made contact with her throat as he pinned her to the ground. She made a goggling sound as he placed a paw on her chest.

"Stop!" I shouted, reaching out trying to stop it. Sam growled angrily, as I stood up.

"Old Quil didn't say to kill her!"

She stared up at me with a strange curiosity. Paul trotted up and stared angrily at me, growling.

Then just like that, Sam whacked her across the head with his paw, knocking her out.

"Oh, she's going to love that headache you've now given her," I spit sarcastically as I began to lift her up.

"What happened to your hand?" Jared asked as he pulled on his shorts to come help me carry her.

I stared down at my hand where she had bit me and noticed it had tuned black.

"She bit me," I muttered, though it was more like a question.

Jared shrugged and picked up her feet, I got her arms and head.

"Look at that scar!" Jared emphasized, as we began to walk back to the woods. Sam, Embry, and Paul trotted on up ahead.

"I know, I thought it was a blade."

"Totally, that's pretty sweet. It's probably war wound from when she fought the leeches! I mean look at that! She's probably lived over three hundred years!"

I glared at him. "Have you been playing World of Warcraft again Jared?"

"No!" he spat quickly, "I just think there is a possibility she could be a Worgen, you know?"

I moaned. This was going to be a long walk home.

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