A/N: I don't like author's notes - this will be deleted later. Sorry it took me so long to update! I've had this chapter written forever, but I didn't really like it. But I didn't know what I didn't like about it, so I couldn't fix it. I've been avoiding this story because this chapter gave me writer's block; I didn't know where to go from here!
I finally got around to looking at it again, and when I read it through, I changed my mind. I liked it, and I knew what would happen next, so I started writing again. I'm a few chapters ahead now, so there'll be an update every day for a while, until I get stuck again, lol...

However, in the mean time... I really don't like the title for this story. I'm thinking about changing it, because Changes was just something I came up with off the top of my head, I never really intended to keep it. Anyone have any ideas what they think the title should be? I'm toying around with some things I touch on in later chapters, no solid ideas yet.

Is anyone out there reading my other story, Fire and Venom? It has fewer chapters than this, but it updates slightly more regularly, and the chapters are definately longer on average. Not the huge, monsterous chapters most authors can dole out, but longer than here. I reccomend going over and giving it a look. I like it... but then, I wrote it, so...

Eventually Bella's dry sobbing stopped, and she laid her head on Jacob's shoulder. Both of the boys tensed – Sam because this was a deadly position, Jacob because Bella was lying against him.

Bella sniffed delicately, her nose inches from Jacob's throat. She scrunched up her face, smiling gently. "Jacob, you stink."

Jacob laughed. "So do you, you know."

"When was the last time I…?" She broke off, and Jacob imagined the blush that would color her face. He didn't turn to see her face, knowing it wouldn't be there. He laughed again, to push away the thought that she would never blush again.

"I don't mean because you haven't bathed, that actually makes you smell better. I meant you smell like a…vampire."

She pulled away from him then. "But… vampires smell good to people." She studied his face with those disconcerting eyes in confusion.

Jacob laughed again darkly. Of course they do. "I'm not people, Bells."

She sniffed again, and frowned deeply. I'm so thirsty, my throat is burning. And I can smell his blood, but he smells awful, I don't want any of him. She was very glad for that. She really didn't want to kill her best friend. "How do you even know what vampires smell like, Jacob? How do you even know any of this?" she asked suddenly. Her mind flashed back to the stories Jacob had once told her. He himself had been the one to tell her that the Cullens were vampires, but he hadn't believed it then.

"I'm a werewolf," he said shortly, his face dark, and Sam growled from his place near the door. "We're werewolves. That gang I told you about, Sam's gang?" He gestured back to the bristling man across the room. "It's not a gang, after all. It's a pack."

"Were…wolves…" she said slowly, looking between them. Her eyes were too red, and Jacob watched Sam instead, so he wouldn't have to see.

"Sam is the Alpha. He's in charge, because he's the oldest, he was the first to change. Remember the stories I told you, about the Quileutes being descended from wolves?" Jacob watched Sam's face twist in anger, and smiled. While they were humans, Sam couldn't stop him, couldn't issue any commands as Alpha, so he continued. "They weren't all stories, after all. When we hit puberty, we grow really quick, and then one day, bang, we phase for the first time. It's like an explosion, you should see it – " and he stopped because there was a loud noise, and then there was a wolf growling by the door, and then he was gone.

Bella heard the explosion, and turned to see the man erupt into fur. He stood there for an instant growling at her, and it was a very short moment before he ducked out the door, but it was long enough for her new eyes to see every detail of his black wolf form.

As soon as the wolf disappeared, Jacob had leapt away from her and was standing in the doorway himself, staring after Sam. He turned back to stare at her, looking torn.