R&R and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. This chapter makes me equally happy and sad. But don't worry…I'm sure Edward will come up with something. He ALWAYS does. Team Edward or Team Jacob? Put your answer along with your review! THX

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BPOV:

There was a knock on the front door of Charlie's small home. The knock was loud and clear, even from upstairs. Charlie wasn't home…so I couldn't help but wonder who our unexpected visitor may be as I inched towards the entryway.

I blinked in surprise as I swung the door open. "Jacob."

"Hey, Bells." His warm and friendly grin greeted me also. He took me up in a hug and I gladly accepted, grateful for the warmth of his body and the feel of compassion electrifying from his veins. Charlie wasn't one for hugging, and neither was I…although I couldn't help but miss my mom's love and affection in her childlike personality.

"How are you?" I looked over at him and then before I could stop myself, blurted out: "Have you been working out?" My cheeks flushed as I looked away, automatically wishing I hadn't said that.

Jacob's laughed boomed throughout the house as he rubbed my right arm. "Nope. Why, do I looked different?" he asked, amused.

"Sort of, I guess," I shrugged casually, trying to cover up my extreme embarrassment on my part. To tell you the truth, Jacob did look different. His body was fit, muscular and in shape. His short-sleeved tee exposed his biceps. I stared in awe, but quickly tore my eyes away to look back up at him—still smiling his ear-to-ear grin.

"How can you be wearing a t-shirt in this weather? It's cold," I asked, immediately changing the subject. I tried not to add a grudging sound to my voice as I said the word cold. You never heard anyone use that term in Phoenix.

"Naw, I'm fine." He put his hand on mine, and he was fine. His hand was warm. It felt very nice on my icy cold skin.

"Your hand is freezing," he complained, but didn't retract his hand from mine.

"So what brings you here?" I asked, pulling my hand free from his.

His expression was a little hurt, but quickly went back to his happy, at ease personality. "A person can't visit?"

"No, of course you can."

Jacob chuckled and gestured me out the door. I looked up at him, confusion spread across my pale face.

"Mind going for a walk?"

"Sure," I replied grabbing my jacket on the hook by the doorway.

We walked in silence for a few moments before we finally came to the forest behind my house. Of all places he wanted to walk, it had to be the forest—a place where I would most likely trip and hurt myself. I always knew that I was a magnet for danger. It never occurred to me that it would get worse in Forks. Should have known. The rainy weather was only one of the reasons that I was so clumsy, sliding across the parking lot every morning like an out of control vehicle.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked Jacob as he stared straight ahead.

He met my longing expression and smiled. "Just some old stories we used to tell on the rez."

"Stories?" I asked curiously. "What kind of stories?"

"Quilette legends."

"Tell me some?" I asked as we came to a broken tree stump. Jacob offered the seat to me but I shook my head, sitting on the floor beside it. Jacob sighed and then sat on the stump, his eyes looking me over.

"You really want to know? They aren't even true, at least I don't think. Billy seems to think so. Superstitious old man," he scoffed.

"Yes," I assured him. "I want to know."

"Okay then," he grinned leaning towards me. "Some people believe that our ancestors descended from…wolves."

"Wolves?"

Jacob nodded. "Mhm. Wolves."

"So…sort of like…werewolves, right? Half human, half wolf?"

"I guess you could say that, yeah." Jacob's voice was wary, but I ignored him, looking up waiting for him to continue with all too real legend. Sitting next to him, I felt like a child listening to an adult. He was just so big.

"And then there are…'the cold ones'."

"Who are 'the cold ones'?"

"Well you can guess some parts of them, just by hearing their name. They were cold…kinda like you," he teased. I scowled but felt a little frightened. I didn't want to be compared to some creepy ancestors in a Quilette legend.

"Jeez, calm down. I was only kidding. But you are cold though."

I shook my head and then looked straight ahead.

"So anyway," he continued. "The cold ones…they were pale. Not like you people in Forks, but like ghost white." He chuckled. "Another name for them would've been: leeches, bloodsuckers…or vampires. You can see how crazy these legend are, right?" He stopped. "Hey don't look at me like that! You wanted to know."

"You're right I did, but…" I stopped and my eyebrows creased. "Vampires?"

"Oh so when I mention that our ancestors descended from wolves, sure no problem. Vampires on the other hand…"

"Whatever," I growled. "That it?"

"Pretty much, if that's all you want to know."

"I'm good, thanks." I fought back a shiver and then looked up at him. Jacob was watching me with an amused expression.

"Did I scare you?"

"No." I denied it, but I wasn't sure if the words were entirely true.

"I'm sorry I scared you," Jacob playfully apologized, standing up from his tree stump. He reached out his hand and my attitude reflected his a bit. I playfully smacked it away and stood up from the wet ground underneath me. I looked behind me. I wasn't wet, that was good. I brushed myself off and then looked at him. He was frowning a bit.

"What's wrong?" I asked confusingly.

"Nothing," he assured me, although I could see lie behind his words.

"Jacob Black, you tell me what's wrong," I demanded.

He smiled halfheartedly. "Why didn't you take my hand?"

"I was just messing with you. Seems like you've been doing that this whole time here, haven't you? Hurts, doesn't it?"

Jacob scowled and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Swan," he grinned. "Shall we?"

Jacob showed me through the forest, as the night was growing dark. I needed the help. I had a hard enough time finding my way through here during the day.

"Thanks for walking with me," Jacob said.

"Wow, was that a 'thank you' I heard from Jacob Black himself?" I teased, acting surprised. "Can I hear that again? One more time, just a little louder, please." I leaned my ear towards him, cupping my hand around it. Jacob pushed my head away and smiled.

"Thank you," I said as Charlie's house came into view.

"A 'thank you' from Bella Swan herself?"

I rolled my eyes as we came to the front of the house. I was surprised to see an unexpected visitor there. What surprised me most was that it was this person. Jacob scowled a bit as we came closer.

He knew who it was too.

Sorry for leaving it hanging there, guys. But I'm sure you all know who it is. :) haha. R&R and I'll update soon so you can see who our mysterious visitor is. Thanks!

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