I found myself outside of Jacob's house. I didn't know what I was doing. What if I was wrong about what I saw? If I could heard voices-Edward's voice- in my head I could also see things that weren't there as well. If I told Jake would he think I was insane.

"Why are you here?" Jacob asked as he appeared outside of my door. His face was hard with fury. He was taller than he was last time. His muscles were even more noticeable. His eyes were flat but searching, for what I had no clue. All of these things were not what caught my attention. His gorgeous long black hair was gone. It was cropped quite short, covering his face.

"You know why." If I was wrong and the werewolves weren't reality, then I could at least cover it up by complaining about his attitude toward me. I soon realized we weren't alone. Four other stood behind him. They all looked identical. One stood out from the rest of them. I met him when I first brought the bikes to Jacob. He was Embry Call. He was staring at me with glazed over eyes. I blushed and looked back at Jacob.

Jake turned back to Sam Uley. Sam gave a sharp nod and the four half naked boys went into Jake's tiny house. He focused back on me. I got out of the car and started walking. I knew he would follow behind me. Soon enough he got tired of waiting and stopped in front of me. "Lets get this over with." he said in a cold voice. "None of it was what I thought. Sam and the guys are pretty cool so forget everything I told you."

I glared at him. "That's it?" Cool? He was totally terrified and now he thinks they're cool! What the hell?

He stared at my face, once again searching for something. There was still anger in his black eyes. "I can't tell you." he said finally.

"I thought we were friends." I said through gritted teeth.

"We were."

"So that's it! Are you just going to ditch me to be in Sam's gang or cult, whatever? I thought I was more important then that. Why is Sam making you do this?" I ranted loudly, not yet screaming but almost there.

"It's not Sam's fault. He never wanted this for any of us. He's helping." he defended Sam. His hands were shaking.

"He's helping you." I stated blankly. Jacob didn't respond. He continued breathing deeply. This couldn't possibly be over the werewolf thing. He had already told me the legend. This was different, I was sure.

"Jake, tell me. Maybe I can help." I whispered.

"No one can help me now." His voice broke.

Tears collected in my eyes. "What did Sam do to you?" I demanded. I reached out for him but he cringed away from me. "What is Sam catching?" I asked sarcastically, trying not to show him how much that hurt. Though he probably wouldn't care if he knew.

"Stop blaming Sam! It's not his fault."

"Then who's fault is it.? Who has gotten into your head and brain washed you. I wanna know who is making act like a total prick!" I was shouting now.

Jacob seemed hesitant before answering. "The Cullen's." I flinched but he continued. "This is all your reeking, filthy bloodsuckers fault." He sighed, angrily.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Jacob." I whispered. "Even if I did, I till wouldn't understand how they're related."

"Things have been set into motion. It's far too late."

"You're being ridiculous," I complained "and you're not making any sense."

He was still breathing in deeply. "I wont argue with you. Lets get back. There's nothing more to say." He started walking passed me.

"Nothing more to say! There's everything to ay because you haven't said anything!" He continued to walk away as if he hadn't heard me. "Have you seen Quil lately? I have." That got him to stop. I continued. "You ditched him like you ditched me, leaving him worried about you. He's even afraid he'll be next."

Jake clutched a tree for support. He started mumbling. "No It can't. He wont be next. It's over now." He suddenly punched the tree. It wasn't a large tree but it still stunned me when the tree fell over. Jacob didn't seem to expect it either. "I have to go."

"Back to Sam!"

He shrugged. "You could look at it that way." He began sprinting away. I chased after him back to the truck.

"Jake, wait!" Are…Are you breaking up with me?" My voice cracked and those traitor tears eased down my face. I knew the words were all wrong but it was the best I could come up with.

He turned t me. "If that were the case, I'd say let's be friends but I can't even say that."

"Jake…Why are you letting him do this? Please, I need you. You promised, Jacob." There was a new hole forming in my chest. It was just as, or maybe even bigger, than the one Edward left me with. I couldn't possibly feel any lonelier.

"I'm sorry." he said in a cold voice. Some kind of realization came into my head. This couldn't be about the wolves or Sam. Maybe this was all about me.

"I wish I could change how I felt about you…If I had more time…"

"No Bella." All the anger in his face vanished, leaving only agony. "This isn't your fault at all. It's all me."

"It's not me, it's you. I've never heard that one before."

His eyes were tortured. "I'm no good for you. I'm sorry."

"Jake, no!" I cried. He all but ran into the house. I stared after him. The rain drizzled on me. I waited but he didn't come back out and he wouldn't. How could he do this to me?