I darted forwards and ran for him. He jumped in front of me and I bowled him over and kept running. Well actually, the correct word would be prancing. I ran towards his house and sat outside, wagging my tail.

I sighed. Why was Sam arguing with Jacob? 'For Christ's sake, just come in and ask me if you think he's making it up.' I growled. "Uh guys, I can kinda hear… Everything" Sam paused. "Okay, you're not making it up." I snapped at that point. "Yes Sam, Jake made it all up just to ruin your day" I growled sarcastically. Sam paused again. "Sorry." I nodded and they came back into the room. I sighed when I was told that my being a werewolf was a total mystery. "The only way to turn someone is to"- He paused. "Bella? Can I see your neck?" I nodded slowly. He took a look and paused. "Jacob. I don't know how to tell you this, but you've bitten her." He looked disbelieving, although stunned. Then it dawned on me. "The other morning, when I woke up after falling asleep from a nightmare there was blood on my neck, and Jacob was on my bed." I finished and stared at Jacob whose knees gave way. "I so sorry Bella. I can't even remember doing it." He buried his face in his hands. "Jacob. Do not blame yourself. I love you Jake." He looked up at me and cupped my face in his hands. "I love you too Isabella." I sighed. Everything was perfect.

I sat on my window ledge and stared at the moon. I smiled. Ever since I became a werewolf, I realised I could get away with less sleep. And I'd taken to sitting on my window ledge. But my happiness would soon be shattered because of two words. "Hello Bella" I heard a velvety soft voice. I froze. I didn't freeze so much for him, but his scen,t it was ghastly. However, Edward took it the wrong way. "I'm s"- I cut him off. "Edward. I stopped caring a little while ago. It doesn't matter now. I have Jacob." At that, he flinched. "Sorry Bella, but why Jacob?" I sniffed his sickly sweet scent again before continuing. "I love him. More than anything, and he makes me feel great." He paused and wrinkled his nose. "Bella, you smell like a dog." I snorted. "And you smell disgustingly sweet." I retorted. "Since when did your sense of smell get that good?" He stared at me questioningly. "Since I became a werewolf." I growled. "No. It's not Jake's fault. Now please just leave." He gave me another look before darting away.