Roxy shrieked, destroying her wardrobe furiously. How could she continue to do this? The orders were clear: Find the werewolf. Bite him. Bring him to Ashadeth.
How could it be so DIFFICULT?
The werewolf had IMPRINTED on her for god's sake! It should have been the easiest chore she'd ever endured. But no -- he had to be in love with this Cate person. Who was dead. What was it she had that was so fantastic anyway? Some insignificant girl he'd picked up on his quest to kill Edward Cullen; what was so special about that?
All she had to do what make him fall in love with her enough to follow her to Atlanta- where she'd bite him…
Maybe she could change her tactics. Surely there could be some measure of leverage?
What was important to him? This Cate person? Roxy couldn't use HER- she was dead.
Who? His father? Not good enough. Bella Cullen? With the rest of the family, that'd be impossible. Who else could pull the strings to Jacob Black's heart?
Right.
He had a daughter.
It was cold that night- the wind that plagued the hills of La Push swept black clouds across the sky like a sheet of velvet black. Thunder crackled and lightening flashed. Cate- who'd never really witnessed these rare but deadly storms was scared- her lower lip trembling.
Jacob wrapped her into his arms, smoothing the goose bumps that had risen from her skin in the frigid air. He collapsed onto the bed, closing his eyes. Cate snuggled closer to his chest, flinching when a huge clap of thunder ripped through the sky, rattling the house. Jacob settled into the bed, curling around Cate like a cat. She relaxed, her eyes growing calm in the blackness of the room.
"I love you," Jacob whispered.
Cate kissed his cheek, settling into the curve of his body. "I know daddy."
Roxy's hair fell in soaking waves, rain running down her face in a steady stream. BOOM! Thunder rumbled, sending vibrations through the ground. Lightening lit up the black of the night- illuminating her flashing eyes.
Jacob dreamed badly. Roxy was kissing him, cupping his face in her hands, but he kept hearing Cate's voice. He tried to turn around to find her- but Roxy kept shoving him back around. But Cate is dead, Jacob kept thinking, but her voice was distinct. And then he didn't hear Cate anymore. Instead, he heard his daughter's scream.
Jacob flew out of sleep, in horrible cold sweat. Lightening flashed and thunder shook the house with a rattling strength. It only took that burst of light for him to know. Cate was gone.