Author's note: All character's belong to Stephenie Meyers. Please review, This is my first fanfic I hope you like it.

Chapter 2 - Secrets

* Alex *

I put my hand to my pounding head and groan. What happened? Where am I? I open my eyes and notice I'm in a hotel bed but I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I quickly look down and am relieved to see I'm still fully clothed.

"Are you alright?"

I gasp at the foreign voice and sit up in the unfamiliar bed. The guy standing in the doorway looks much older than me but something about his face makes me think maybe he isn't.

"Who are you?"

I snap, quickly getting out of the bed and struggling to put my boots on.

"Sorry, I uh… found you in the woods. You were unconscious. My name is Jacob"

He says with a small friendly smile.

"Why didn't you bring me to a hospital!"

Jacob doesn't answer. I have to get out of here. I try and push passed him in the doorway but he won't move. Now I'm totally frightened.

"I need to go home. My family will be looking for me."

"Do you remember what happened in the woods? How did you hit your head?"

I remember the giant wolf in the field. Could that have been real? Of course it could, I'm a wizard, my brother is dating a vampire, and my boyfriend is a werewolf. But that wolf I saw was nothing like Mason. I can't tell this guy about what I saw. He would think I'm crazy.

"I… saw a wolf"

Jacob cringes then continues interrogating me.

"What were you doing out there?"

Mason! I didn't find him. He's still gone. Oddly, I don't feel the same stabbing pain at that thought.

"I… I was … looking for someone"

Jacob looks at me skeptically

"In the middle of the night?"

He questions. But I can't tell him what I was really doing, like he would believe me even if I did.

"Well what wereyou doing in the woods in the middle of the night? "

I snap back.

"Well … I was… looking for someone"

Wow real clever. I roll my eyes.

"I have to go"

I try again to push past him. He lets me this time but catches my arm as I pass. He looks at me with desperation in his eyes.

"I don't want you to leave"

The warmth from his hand on my arm is impossible. It gives me a weird flutter in my stomach. I feel like there's much more to him than meets the eye. His face looks worn and tired, wise beyond his years.

"I have … I have to go"

I yank my arm from his grasp and he lets go even though he's more than capable of keeping his hold on me. As I quickly walk away I touch the spot on my arm where his hand had been. I look back at him, now a few yards away, his broken expression makes my chest hurt but I shake it off and walk faster.

I cut through the woods on my way home. The sun is just rising and it casts a beautiful glow on the forest but I can't enjoy the view. What just happened? I close my eyes as thoughts and images from last night swirl in my head. I shake my head scattering my thoughts.

Within minutes I'm standing in the same field I was in last night. In the middle of the field I spot a huge paw print and kneel beside it to make sure it was really there. Images of the giant wolf flash through my head followed by ones of Jacob, strong, majestic, and shirtless in the woods, kneeling over me. I inhale sharply at the memory. Quickly I stand and run back to my house.