Chapter Twelve
Fight
Margarete's POV
I growled as Emmett knocked Jacob to the ground. He got in my face, asking how I could kiss a dog. How I could do that to him. I hissed back at him, throwing in the name Rosalie. His wife. That angered him and he turned to Jacob. Jacob had phased and Emmett was ready to attack. I sighed, this was all so childish.
I stepped backwards, sitting down in the field. I picked at the grass, watching their stupid games. They were circling each other, Jacob howling and Emmett growling. Someone was bound to hear them and come running.
"If you two are fighting for my honor or my hand, whatever, then your wasting time!" I yelled to them.
Of course, they ignored me.
Jacob was the first to make a move. He jumped at Emmett, but Emmett was faster. He gracefully caught Jacob by the scruff of his neck and flung him a good 30 feet. I winced, that had to have hurt Jacob. He was back on his feet…his paws, quickly. Emmett lunged at him knocking him back down to the ground.
I stood up, walking fast towards Emmett. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "This is foolish. You're going to hurt him."
"And would that be so bad? It would break the imprint, wouldn't it?" he asked, grabbing my arms.
"Then what? You and me live happily ever after? Forever?" I broke free from his grasp, pushing him backwards.
He sighed, "Why are you so against that? Margarete, please."
I watched Jacob run in circles around us. I was slightly amused by it. I listened to his thoughts, he was holding himself back. All he wanted to do was separate Emmett and me. I focused back on Emmett, "It's not that I'm against it. You're meant for Rosalie and I'm not one to settle."
He growled, "Forget about Rosalie!"
"Go back home. I don't need your help or your families help anymore. It's causing even more problems."
He stepped closer to me, his face inches from mine. "I hope his pack rips you to shreds," he hissed.
Then he kissed me. He kissed me to torture Jacob. I tried to hold myself. The kiss was so intense. He pulled away and then he was gone.
I sighed and Jacob trotted over to me. He head butted my hand and I ran my hand over his fur, "This can't continue, Jacob," I whispered.
What are we going to do?
"I don't know," I sighed, sitting down in the field.
He laid down next to me, looking at me with sad eyes, You're beautiful.
I chuckled softly, "Thank you, but saying things like that aren't going to help."
He let out a soft howl and I could tell it was laughter, Sorry. Just speaking the truth.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. I leaned against his massive body, staring up at the sky.
My pack knows.
I closed my eyes, "Are they coming?"
He got up slowly and I stood, watching him.
Yes. Only one. Sam.
"The leader."
This probably isn't going to be good. He's refusing to phase.
"That's fine. I can still communicate with him." Sam's thoughts slowly started to enter mine and cringed at the words he was thinking. He wasn't happy, at all. He was cursing me.
Jacob stood on all fours in front of me, protecting me, He understands the imprinting. He knows there's nothing we can do about it.
I nodded, bracing myself for whatever was about to happen.