It didn't matter to me. Werewolf of not, he was still my Jacob, and there was no way that I would love him any less. For a long moment, we simply stared into each other's eyes, and then, the next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was asleep in my bedroom, with Jacob nowhere to be seen.
Was there something wrong with me? Why was I so drawn to mythical beings? Oh well, probably just another dimension to my danger magnet side. I loved Jacob, and that was all that mattered for the moment.
I sleepily tumbled out of bed, and in doing so, my foot caught on the nail of one of my floorboards. I cursed under my breath, and checked the damage. There was a small, shallow cut where I had snagged my foot on the nail, but that wasn't what I was so surprised about. The floorboard had lifted up, revealing a small area full of objects- objects that I recognised immediately as my birthday presents from the Cullens.
It will be as if I never existed. That's what Edward had said to me. And yet, here was proof that Edward was real, not just in my mind. I thought that the pain of the hole ripping was bad all of the other times. I was wrong. I would take that any day in place of the pain I was feeling then.
I was on my bedroom floor, feeling my heart tear in agony so painful I wondered if even Jacob, my dear Jacob could attempt to stitch it back together.
Then suddenly I heard the doorknob turn. How odd: Charlie wasn't meant to come home for another two or three hours. It must be Jacob. Oh, God, how was I meant to pull myself back together in time? I had only just picked myself off the floor and managed to sit down on my bed before Jake came in.
Traitor tears were rolling down my face, ruining my charade that everything was normal. "Bella?" "Bella, what's wrong?! What happened?" I didn't have enough strength left to give a proper explanation, so I merely uttered one word to him. "Edward..."
Suddenly Jacob was shaking violently, so violently I thought he was going to explode. And then there was a tearing sound, and in the place where Jacob Black once stood, was a giant, russet coloured wolf staring straight at me.