This chapter is very short, sorry, but I just wanted to keep it simple and to the point. I hope no one gets confused while reading. If you do, feel free to send a message and ask questions. Jacob basically gets in touch with something inside him, let's leave it at that. And Edward finds out they're more attached than he thinks. Hope you all enjoy, I loved writing this one and showing their softer sides.

Waking up alone was starting to become a regular thing at this house, so it wasn't unusual that I was the only one making noise in the early hours of the day. Even though they didn't sleep, the Cullens made it a regular habit to stay in their rooms until a decent time of the morning. The legends book I had been reading almost all of last night was currently on the floor when I picked it up, taking it and heading outside. My back was starting to complain from sleeping on a small couch but I had to ignore it. Even the woods around the house were quiet, save for the occasional chirp of a bird. Walking out into the backyard I scanned the area for somewhere decent, yet hidden, to sit and think at. About a mile away there were some large bushes surrounded by trees, and a clear spot in the middle of them.

"This is perfect."

Sitting cross-legged I opened the book once more to look over the page about the wolf. If there really was a 'spirit guide' for me, then I had to find it. There was no way I could help anybody, not even myself, if both halves of my body weren't cooperating. The human and the wolf needed to intertwine.

Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and turned my head to face upward. If anyone were to walk in on me it'd look like I was meditating or something. Thoughts about the people back home flooded my head – the pack, our neighbors, and especially my dad. The sooner I helped Edward, the faster I'd get to go back with no regrets. I stayed perfectly still, looking deep into myself, trying to find something that held the two parts separate. I couldn't find one thing - not one single thing - that would be the cause. Scrunching my eyebrows together harder I tried to concentrate. There was a strong feeling in my chest as I focused all my energy to one place - like my heart was being pulled out of my body.

Opening my eyes I couldn't focus at first, due to how I was clenching them shut tightly, but as they cleared I noticed I wasn't alone. A giant black wolf with piercing blue eyes was standing right in front of me. I stayed perfectly still, not wanting to frighten it. The only thing it did was sit down, turning its head slightly to the right, staring into my eyes. I took a closer look, reaching tentatively to touch its midnight black fur. In a way it felt that it was trying to tell me something.

Suddenly I got a vision of a female; she looked like an Indian, with her long dark hair blowing in the wind. In her arms was an infant, wrapped tightly in a bundle of blankets. Ocean waves were crashing against the rocks on the cliff below them, and quickly she turned around to face the woods. Red eyes were staring back at her through the trees, getting closer with every beat of her thundering heart. She looked at her child, letting a sad smile cross her lips as a single tear touched the baby's small, tan cheek. Setting it down on the soft grass she faced the enemies once more, hearing their footsteps approaching. "Be strong, my little Kwoli" she whispered, not looking back as she bared her fangs, running straight towards the darkness.

Reality came back sharply after that painfully vivid vision. That lady – she sacrificed her own life to save the one of her baby. The baby didn't even know at the time, being asleep in the warm blankets. It didn't know that its mother would never come back.

"Kwoli" I whispered, "That means 'wolf'."

Looking back down I felt my heart pound faster.

"…Mom?" I asked gently, not believing what was happening. A nudge under my chin was the only answer I needed as I put both hands behind her soft head.

"It is you…" I whispered, not caring if my tough-guy act got washed down the drain as tears started to form. My mom was right here with me, the person I had wanted most in my entire life. I finally knew what that vision was – she was showing me what had happened so many years ago. Her piercing eyes, the sharp fangs – it all made sense. I had gotten the werewolf gene from my mother.

Burying my head in the fur of her neck I cried, clinging tightly. She lay her muzzle gently on my back and put one paw around my waist. Never had I cried so hard in my life. I didn't have anyone to comfort me - to tell me it was gonna be alright when I was afraid – or to be there when I needed help. Right now she was with me and I wanted to let it all out while I still had the chance. So much pent up anger, sadness, and pain came pouring out as the powerful sobs wracked my body. She let out a whine, licking my cheeks tenderly to dry the tears. I wiped my eyes, smiling to show her I was fine. She stood on all fours then, causing me to sit up and face her directly.

My eyes followed hers as she glanced at the folklore book then back to me.

"The spirit guide…it's you?" I asked, picking up the novel and flipping pages until I found the right one. She nodded her head once, ears perking straight up.

"Why didn't you come sooner?"

Out of nowhere a soft, melodic voice came. "It was for the best, my son."

I sighed, dropping my head. "It's not fair, though. You shouldn't have had to die, mom."

She let out a small bark at that, human laughter mixed in.

"Oh Jacob, do you not realize I did it for a purpose? I wanted you to live, to be strong – for your father and me."

"But it's been so long…I thought you just left us, that you didn't want me."

"I've always wanted you. Never did a day go by where you didn't cross my mind. It's my job to watch over you, to do what no one else can."

As she pressed her nose to my face I felt a gentle, warm kiss.

"Whenever you need guidance, Jacob, just look inside yourself. I'm always watching over you, do not forget that."

A large gust of wind blew over the forest – trees' shaking in its wake – and slowly her body started to disappear into air.

"Wait!" I yelled, getting up and running after it.

"Remember who you are. I am a part of you, Jacob. And I will always love you."

"Don't leave me!" My voice echoed, startling birds that flew away from the offending sound.

"I love you, my Kwoli..."

Dropping to my knees I watched the wind carry leaves across the pale blue sky. It felt like so much stress had been lifted from inside me; I could even breathe easier. Standing once more I headed back to the hiding spot to get the book, seeing two paw prints embedded in the dirt. Curling my fingers in I placed my hand on the imprint, smiling. I didn't return to the Cullen house for the rest of the day, staying in the comfort of the bushes.

Edward's POV:

That morning I had seen Jacob heading out into the woods with that book, the same one I was reading, and he didn't return all day. I looked out the open window as the clock struck three, toward the area he had went, and felt a large wind gust sweep over the land. Colorful leaves of red and green danced around, swirling past, locked in their own world. I closed my eyes, taking the fresh air into my lungs, even though I didn't need to breathe. As the wind blew I felt a tear escape from my eye, landing on the grass below. Opening them both I stared out at the tree tops, surprised that such emotion had come sweeping over my body. Putting my head against my arms, which were situated on the windowsill, I let my mind drift off while the scent of wolf and pine combined to make a sweet change in the atmosphere.