Authors Note: I'm taking the whole story into another direction. It's rated Teen now since there will be no lemon. It is completely off from the story. Sorry if you wanted the lemon, but I think you'll like this direction much better.
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I had no idea what time it was or how long we had been going. Sam only grunted as I squinted to try to figure out where we were. It was terribly dark and all I could feel was the cold wind slash through my face and the occasional branch to incise my cheek. I was terribly thirsty, my tongue felt heavy in my mouth. I had a headache from hitting against branches. My entire body was sore, traveling with a werewolf was hell compared to a vampire. I tried to count the moments yearning for this travel to end but no end came.
The moon was slowly falling and from my mind, I thought it to be around 3am. Where in the world was Jacob? And how did his pack find him? Finally Sam decreased in his speed and gently put me onto a tree stump. The moon was bright here so I could actually see somewhat. I groaned as I felt the sharp pain shoot down my legs. Sam frowned and slowly transformed back into a human. He walked away and I was suddenly alone. Panic sprung and my heart started to beat faster as I heard footsteps behind me. I whirled around despite my body protesting in agony to come face to face, with Jacob.
He didn't look like my Jacob, in fact he looked older. His eyes looked worn as his body was much paler. His hair was cluttered and extremely long. There were leaves in twigs in his locks to add to the mess. He was caked in dirt, mud and dried blood and there were scars around his chest. But there was nothing in his eyes, like an endless pool of sorrow. Who was this man in front of him?
What ever happened to my Jacob?