Soo; I hope you like it. This one took me a little bit longer to write. And I fluffed up alot of the previous chapters. (Starting at Chapter two.) I didn't think that the first one

Uuh. I don't feel so good. : Bella

After promising Jacob that I would be back to see him tomorrow, I hurried out to Charlie's cruiser, tripping twice on the way there of course. I tried as best I could to hold myself together for Charlie's sake, but I guessed that he had seen right through me.

"What's the matter, Bells?" Crap. I'm such a bad…actor.

"Jacob got sick all of a sudden, and my truck ran out of gas. Do you think you could get somebody to tow it for free…I'm running a little short on money right now…"

"Yeah, I probably can."

I'm sure Charlie wanted to say more, but since the both of us weren't all that big on talking, he must have decided that the conversation was over.

The short ride home seemed like hours. I already knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight because I was so concerned about Jacob. But this was something that I welcomed, as it would give me a break from the terrible nightmares I had been enduring for the past six months or so.

That night was terrible because, as much as I feared having those terrible nightmares return to haunt me, the night seemed to drag on forever.

As much as I tried to fight it, sleep eventually overtook me. I could remember that I had to stay up for something, but what that something was wasn't very clear.

I had a nightmare tonight, as I did every night, but this time it was different. It didn't involve me running around to try and find an Edward that I knew I wouldn't be able to catch. And it didn't involve me being utterly and completely alone.

I was walking through the woods near the La Push, hand in hand with Jacob. All of a sudden he started to shake violently like he did earlier that day.

Edward came walking through a gap in the trees with a concerned look on his face. I was flabbergasted by each perfect, beautiful part of his face that my all too human memory had failed to remember. It was like seeing him for the first time.

I heard a terrible ripping sound beside and where my Jacob had been standing only moments ago, there was now a massive, russet-colored wolf standing there growling towards my perfect Edward.

A ferocious snarl marred Edwards's god-like features into a mask that I had only seen once. That was in the alley back at Port Angeles what seemed like so many years ago.

As both Edward and the wolf that was where my Jacob had been began to lunge for each other, I ran and put myself in between the two creatures that I loved so dearly. I didn't know for sure why I felt love towards this wolf, but I just did.

They were both still running towards each other, as if I wasn't even there. I knew in that instance that I was going to die. How stupid, I thought to myself, there's no way you can put yourself between these two unbelievably strong creatures and live to tell the tale.

I was both mentally and physically bracing myself for the moment when both inhumanly strong creatures would meet and me be in the middle, when all of a sudden the entire scene faded to white and I was pulled out of my dream.

I didn't wake screaming like I usually did after a nightmare, just feeling like I was about to puke my guts out.

I ran to the bathroom, not caring if I woke Charlie up or not, and I got there just in time as a whole days worth of meals came up again. I suddenly felt very bad for Jacob, because he was probably going through the same thing I was.

I felt Charlie's reassuring hand on my upper back as I continued throwing up. When I was finished, well, when there was nothing left in my stomach to come back up, Charlie felt my forehead to see if I had a fever.

"You're a little warm. Do you want me to call the doctor?"

"No," I said raggedly. "I'll be fine, but thanks anyways, dad."

"No problem honey. I'll go get you a glass of water."

I never knew when he came back, because I just kind of laid down on the bathroom floor and drifted. The cold floor on my face was welcoming, and so was the sleep that was dragging me under. I was a little worried about my nightmare continuing, but it didn't, and I slept the best that I had in at least seven months.

When I woke up, I didn't feel quite as bad as I had the night before, but I still didn't feel too hot. My head was pounding, and my body was sore, from lying on the floor all night presumably. There was a new glass of water and some painkillers on the counter. Charlie's unspoken love was touching.

I got up after sitting there for a few minutes, took the painkillers, and decided to go lay in my bed.

While laying in my bed, that strange dream was all I could think about.

Edward being in my dreams was nothing new, but this was the first time Jacob had been in them. Where did that wolf come from in my dream? One minute it was my Jacob, and the next it was this gigantic wolf. I mean, that thing was huge. It was the size of a horse, but shaped like a wolf. It had had russet-colored fur, the exact color of Jacob's skin. And now that I think about it, it had Jacob's same dark eyes.

Impossible, I told myself. Jacob isn't a wolf.

Since it was obvious that I wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, I decided to get in the shower and start on breakfast for Charlie.

Four Days Later: Jacob

Okay, so I was wrong about Sam and all those other guys. They aren't as bad as I thought. Except Paul. He tended to have a temper. I was just glad that I had them and that I wasn't going through this alone like Sam had.

When my dad was telling me all this stuff about the Quiletes being able to turn into wolves, I thought he was crazy. But as he kept on talking, I started to believe him. I mean, it's not like he would lie to me.

Either way, it had taken me four days to calm down enough to phase back into my human form.

For the first few hours, I was the most worked up by the fact that I was hearing voices in my head. That couldn't be normal, even if I am a…would we be considered werewolves? We could change whenever, not just at the full moon once a month.

Sam had explained everything to me. We were a pack, and even though I didn't know much about the other guys, we were connected by an unbreakable bond. I gotta say, though, the worst part of phasing for the first time was hearing all of these different voices in my head. Now, they weren't voices in my head like a crazy person would experience. When in wolf form, I could hear the thoughts of all the other guys in the pack, and they could hear mine, too. That part I didn't really like.

Sam told me that it was probably kissing Bella that set me off. I also found out that being incredible tall, really warm, healing faster, and being incredible in shape were part of being in shape. That explained why I was able to make that run with Bella in my hands. He also explained that the howling I heard was Paul. Paul tended to have a temper.

Finding out all of this was great, except for one, well maybe two things. One, this wasn't all that big of a deal, but I had to cut my hair. This was for a practical reason, of course. The longer the hair on our heads in human form is, the longer the hair all over our body in wolf form is. And sometimes having long hair just got in the way.

The other thing was a huge deal to me. Since I was new to the whole wolf thing, theoretically, my self control should be crap. But everybody had said that mine was great, like I was a natural to this. But I was not to be around Bella until I was in full control of my body. This could take anywhere from a few weeks until a few years to accomplish. I all but begged Sam to let me see her, saying that she needed me, but he still said no. The authority in his voice could not be ignored.

I couldn't just leave her like that. I was pretty sure that she knew my feelings for her, just not the full extent of them. But even so, this wasn't going to turn out well. She looked bad enough from that week we had spent apart, but a few weeks to a few years? And I knew that I had to do this for her very own good, but still, I think that if I can control myself as well as I can now, then I would be fine around her. I would never hurt her. Ever.

I also knew that Sam had a very good reason for enforcing this rule. Another thing that came with being a shape-shifter, was immortality. Well, temporary immortality. As long as we kept phasing, we would not age. But there was a thing called "imprinting". That was when one of us found the one that we were meant to be with. And the person that we imprinted upon would be made for us.

Same had imprinted on Emily. I'd only known her for a few days, but she already felt like a mother to me. Emily and Sam had been together for a few years now, only a few months longer than Sam had been phasing. The first time Sam had phased, Emily had simply been too close. He had scratched her, and bad by the looks of it. She was still beautiful, even though one side of her face had been marred by scars. I could see what it did to Sam every time he looked at her. I had never seen anybody look at somebody else like that. You can just feel the love in the house when you walked in. It almost made me sick. In an odd sort of way.

But I would never do that to Bella, I was sure of it.

There was no way she would be able to come back from that.

So i hope you liked it. It wasn't quite as long as i though it was, but I like it. The next few are going to be longer, i promise...but theres a catch. its gonna be longer between each update, because i have run out of what i had already written. so everything that is coming out from now is brand new. but let me know what you thought about this chapter!

do you think i got the dream sequence right? howabout all the wolf stuff? lemme know!

-love, tastey:)