Jacob stared at the ceiling of his compact room incessantly. He remembered back in the day how he used to do this and think about motorcycles, cars, and of course Bella, but this was all before his life was ruined. All before he became a werewolf. Now, there were more pressing matters, and new things to discover and think about.

He reminisced as he rolled over on his side, about where he'd just been, and maybe where he was going. He still had never told the others where he had been, when in all actuality, he hadn't been far at all. The last of his days he had spent in northern Canada and Alaska. It seemed relatively simple enough, but then again that wasn't the entire story.

While on his journey of self-discovery, Jacob came upon a new group, a new pack. They knew he was a werewolf, but Jacob wouldn't budge. The pack mocked him, trying to get him to join, but he had promised himself that he wouldn't phase back, never again. It was too painful to see what he had become.

So the pack invited his weakness, basking in the hilariousness of it all. Through the next few months, Jacob had been beaten, mauled, and torn apart. If he wouldn't become part of the pack, he shouldn't be able to join anyone else's pack. Jacob winced at the thought of it.

After being incapacitated, the pack left him to die. He lay there for weeks, bleeding and bruised, not knowing where to go, or even how to get up. Somehow though, Jacob had gotten up, and he had made his way back to La Push, a safe haven.

He feared the truth though, what would his pack say if they knew where he had been. Would he be mocked? Shunned? Would they just accept him back? All these questions taunted him as he lay there in his room. Sooner or later, his story would be discovered.

Jacob felt the fear inside as he thought of the six humungous wolves that had found him. He could have taken them, but there was a point when pride and defeat took over. He didn't need anyone to see him at that state and his whereabouts had to stay secret. But that was before he returned; now he was home.

Jacob sat up in his bed abruptly, stunned by a shattering noise outside. He quickly jumped up and tramped through the house.

Billy groaned from his room. "Jacob? Is that you, are you alright?"

Jacob put a foot in the doorway of his father's room. "Yeah, I'm fine. Do something for me okay, just stay here."

"But—" Billy retorted.

"Dad, I mean it, someone's out there." He gestured towards the window.

Billy said no more as he watched his son walk out the front door, facing whatever it was.

Jacob paced around the yard, searching for a sign of a shadow or noise in the piercing moonlight. Almost instantly, he turned around, realizing where the noise was from. He ran over and pulled back a large door to reveal his shop, with bits and pieces of assorted cars and bikes lying around.

All looked just as he had left it, all but one thing. The windshield of his Toyota he had been working on was shattered into a million pieces. Jacob whirled around, searching for the cause of this disaster. It seemed no one was in the room. He looked up into the rafters and there it was.

Jacob climbed with lightning speed, eager to find out more about this mysterious shadow that was hiding from him. He crossed one of the beams, approaching the figure. As he got closer he realized that the figure was in fact a person.

It was a guy, about the same age of Jacob, balled up terrified. "Jacob tapped him, which only caused a whimper from the heap of person.

"Hey!" He tapped more frequently now. "Who are you, and what are you doing here? Are you alright?" The figure never moved.

Jacob let out a big breath as he faced this middle of the night dilemma. "Okay, listen sir. You've already done enough damage; you're going to have to get off of my property. I'd like to help you, but you have to be willing to take the help first. Understand?"

The figure finally nodded. The two climbed down off of the rafters, and onto the solid ground. Now the person could be seen more clearly, more plainly. He was a big guy, at least six foot, although no one towered over Jacob. He looked scruffy and worn, reminding Jacob of how he might have looked when he returned to La Push just recently. The stranger hid his face behind his head of dirty blonde hair. When he finally looked up, the sight of his blue eyes weakened Jacob. They were so blue, it was scary, and the mere sight of them pierced his soul.

"Who are you?" Jacob just asked, entranced by this unexpected visitor.

The boy looked around, then back at Jacob. "My friends call me Joe, so I suggest you do too. I need your help." His voice was smooth and gentle, like the voice of a poet.

"Well just come inside, and get cleaned up. I'd be glad to help you if you explain all this to me." Jacob smiled slightly, although he was still up on his guard. The boy walked in, followed by Jacob, who silently locked the door. All was still as midnight fell upon them once more.

I have a lot planned for the story, so be sure to come back for more later. For me it's vacation time, I'll be back with another chapter for you next week, I promise things are going to start getting reaaaallllyy interesting. Thanks for reading! Britt

Okay, so I'm reposting this cause I got a question about how this whole werewolf thing works out. I am just now introducing this idea, don't worry, It plays a role later!! But to answer the question, I write as I go, so yeah, I didn't think to put this in at the beginning. All in all though, these werewolves are a nomadic pack of wolves around the north in Canada and Alaska (hoping to maybe gain a closer connection to the said "spirit world"). No one said that Jacob's pack had to be the only one, so I added in another for plot twist. And basically, they came across Jacob, and tried to get him to join the pack, but he had convinced himself, he'd never phase into a wolf again, because of how it had ruined his life. So thats why they beat him and all that jazz. (Plus their views weren't exactly the same either) So I hope that this kind of explains a bit of what some of you were asking. I'll try to add in a bit more of a synopsis of this later. It'll all tie in later, so don't worry. Thanks again! Britt