A/N: Wow, this chapter came out of nowhere. It was screaming WRITE ME WRITE ME. So I had to oblige. It's short, but I like it... for some reason. Anywho, you find out a little bit and so does Molly. I hope to have this story rolling in to high gear soon. I love Jacob (and I went to go see Twilight again last night, maybe that has something to do with it?)

Chapter 12
Imagination

I sat down on the blanket, holding the scrapbook to my chest. I never let anyone look at this, not even Donovan. It had the good, the bad and the ugly between the binds. I had never felt comfortable enough to share it with anyone else, and here I was about to open the pages to show Jacob everything.

"Ok, you have to promise not to laugh…" I stated pointedly giving him a sideways glance. He gave me that wolf-like grin and I couldn't help but smile.

"I promise."

Licking my lips I opened the front cover and the front page was decorated with pictures of me and family members. I handed it over to him and let him scan each page carefully and quietly. He didn't open his mouth until he came to a page that had my mother's name on top of it.

"She looks just like you," Jacob looked at me and smiled. I blushed a little; that was quite a compliment in my eyes. I always thought my mother was natural beauty.

"Thanks,"

He continued to sift through the pages and he came to the one that I was dreading the most of all. My brother's page.

"I didn't know you had a brother," He mused quietly as he stared over the pictures. A faint smile formed on my lips as I looked over the pictures of my brother.

"Yeah," I nodded feeling that familiar sting in my nose, the wetness behind my eyes.

I watched as he flipped the page to show the articles from the Seattle newspaper about the killings. My brother's name was highlighted on several different pieces. I could see Jacob's jaw set tightly, he wasn't expecting that, and I should have warned him.

I couldn't find the words though; I couldn't find it in me to tell him out loud what happened to my older brother. Patrick was everything to me; he was my confidant and my best friend for the longest time.

"Mols," He said my name softly, and I felt his warm hand land on my leg, giving it a tight squeeze. "I had no idea,"

I slightly nodded my head to him, a few tears finding their way down my cheeks. Jacob placed my scrapbook down and pulled me swiftly in to his lap, wrapping his long, strong arms around my frame.

I felt him nuzzle his face in to my hair, rocking me back and forth as the tears slid down my face. I tried to calm myself, but I found it impossible. After nightmares I had been having, I didn't know if I would actually be able to go through with my promise to go to Washington with him.

"Your brother was one of the people killed during the gang spree?" He questioned his words nearly muffled by my blonde hair. A hand flew to my mouth as a sob tried to break free. I nodded my head repeatedly, too scared to talk.

His grip around me tightened and he pulled me even closer to his warm body, "I'm so sorry, Molly." He whispered to me.

We sat like this for awhile. Jacob holding me as close to his chest as possible, his body heat helping to calm me down slightly. I was able to control myself and pulled the scrapbook in to my lap.

"I couldn't even recognize him." I whispered letting my fingers trace over the article clippings. "It was the worst thing I have ever experienced in my life."

"Those blood-sucking leeches…" His words were bitter, and I could hear more than just anger in his tone. I could hear pain.

"After this happened—" I paused. I wasn't sure if I should tell Jacob about my dreams, but I figured I might as well. I really had nothing to lose. "I started having nightmares about seeing his death." I cleared my throat. "The papers said it was a group of people, a gang… but in my dreams I only see one person…"

"Only one?" Jacob swallowed hard.

"And I hate to say this, but he's beautiful… y'know?" I shook my head at the thought. "A beautiful monster…" I laughed bitterly. "How ironic, right?"

"Not as much as you would think," He muttered quietly, it was so quiet that I barely caught it myself.

"I have pretty much the same dream every time I have it, though the last couple of weeks its been different."

"You're still having them?"

"Not as much as I was before, but I still have them from time-to-time."

A perplexed look cross his handsome features and I wondered what he was thinking; when I voiced my curiosity to him he waved it off, wanting to know more about my dreams. He was especially interested in my latest ones.

"Mostly the same, except now there is a wolf, too."

"A wolf?"

I felt the same tingling sensation throughout my body when he said the word 'wolf' that I did the first time he said it to me out here at Maroon Bells. I could see a questioning look cross his face, I hadn't told him about the wolf that I met out here.

When we talked about it the first time, I denied seeing it. I flipped towards the back of the book and pulled out a loose picture. I stared at the picture that was behind my page of Jacob, and stared at it.

"This wolf." I handed him the picture of the wolf.

Jacob took the picture and stared at it in awe. Or at least it looked like awe. He didn't say anything for a few beats, and I was wondering what he was thinking about. Would he think I was crazy?

"This wolf?" He cleared his throat.

"The same wolf that I've seen out here a couple of times… before I met you."

"Are you sure its this wolf in your dreams?"

I laughed and nodded.

"I'm definitely sure. The same coloring…" I pointed out in the picture. "The same grin," I smirked admiring the shot I had taken of the large creature. "The same amazingly human-like eyes…"

I half-expected Jacob to jump up and ask me if I had lost my mind for admiring such a monstrosity of a creature—but he didn't. I didn't know if he was as much in to wolves as I was now, or if he was still trying to take it all in.

"Molly, you do realize that this is a dangerous creature…" His voice was level and didn't show any signs of emotion.

"Of course, but it was so human-like, Jacob…" I pointed out. "I mean, it sat next to me and let me take pictures of it. I thought at one point I was going crazy because I swear to God that it understood what I was saying when I'd talk to it."

"You talked to a wolf?" He raised an eyebrow.

I sighed and rested against him, "I know you think I'm crazy now, but it's true…"

He wrapped his arms around my middle, "Just promise me you won't go around trying to make friends with any other wolves…" His tone was relaxed and joking.

I settled against him, "Promise."

He had gotten my mind off of my brother and the dream, which was nice. But I hadn't told him the freakiest part yet; that I was calling this wolf in my dream by his name. I guess I could save that for another day of discoveries.

We ate and hung out and talked about our possible trip to Washington. He understood now why I was so apprehensive about going back to Washington. He assured me that he would keep me safe, and if at any time I wanted to go, we could leave.

When he dropped me off at my house I asked him to come in but he said he had some things to do and arrange before our trip. We had decided to go the next week to Washington, if I could convince Mr. Greene to let me go.

I rushed up to my room when I got home, noting that my father was gone already for work. I wanted to work on my scrapbook some; I figured I would make a page dedicated to my wolf friend.

It's not everyday you have a picture of a wolf up close and personal. I tossed my scrapbook on the bed and pulled out my roll-away container of supplies. I hit play on my CD player and started to get in to my scrap-booking zone.

I opened up the book to Jacob's page where he had stuffed the picture of the wolf and set it aside for a second. I had to pick out the background paper, and all of the odds and ends that I wanted to put on the page along with my picture.

When I glanced up to see what predominant colors were showing in the picture of the wolf, something caught my eye. Tilting my head to the side I inspected the two pictures without touching them.

It was kind of weird; from far away it looked as though my wolf had the same eyes as my boyfriend. I shook my head, that wasn't possible. My imagination was just playing tricks on me. I grabbed the two pictures and studied them close up.

I swallowed hard and stared at the wolf and then at Jacob. Along with the same eyes, they had the same wolf-like grin on their faces. I let the pictures fall on to the heap of background papers on my bed.

This wasn't possible. I must be losing my mind. There is no way that my boyfriend is a wolf. That's not even physically or humanly possible. Jacob is a human-being, not some wolf-creature that stalks around in the dark befriending strange girls.

"Oh my…"

I realized that I met Jacob and the wolf in the same place. Jacob's habit of sitting in my wolf's spot whenever we go to Maroon Bells together. I've never seen Jacob and the wolf in one spot at one time.

I couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. This wasn't possible. Eighteen-year-old Native America boys do not turn in to wolves. That's just not possible—or was it?

Molly is piecing things together, will she confront Jacob? Or will she wait until he decides to spill the beans? Will they end up in Washington? Is Bella a vampire yet? Will the Cullens resurface? Dum-Dum-DUM!!! We will soon find out... on 'As the World Turns'.... LOL Just kidding. Don't mind my dorkyness today! :)

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