Okay this was chapter that I warned you was coming. It is short, but I'll make it up tomorrow I promise. After today's post, I have two more and then that moment arrives. I will have posted all that I have written and then updates won't be every day. Not to worry though, I write all the time, it should be about every other day. Thank you to everyone who reads and reviews, keep it up.

-Jacob POV

A week. To most people a week meant five days of work, maybe two days with kids or at a club. To Jacob though, this past week meant 168 hours without his mate. Seven days in which he and his pack had deliberated on how to best handle the situation.

Even though he was alpha, he had taken into account all of his pack mate's opinions. This may have been a good thing, because if it was up to him he would've just gone in and slaughtered everyone in the coven to get Blaine back. He was sure that this would create problems, and even though he didn't very much care. He wanted Blaine back. He needed the man back in his arms. Under him, screaming his name as Jacob thrust- No. He needed to stop that line of thought. That was what got him into this situation in the first place. Allowing his hormones to overrule his need to keep Blaine safe, is what made Blaine call out for the leech.

He couldn't blame Blaine for calling out. Jacob was actually glad that he had, because it stopped him from rape. If he had forced Blaine, he was sure there would be no reparations. As it stood now however, he still had the chance to apologize and get his only love back.

When he did get Blaine back, his wolf would finally have it's way. It wouldn't matter if Blaine wanted to run again, Jacob would never allow it. Blaine would never be out of his sight again. He didn't want to hurt the man, but werewolf blue balls were a force to be reckoned with. Once he got inside Blaine and laid his claim, everything would be better between them. Jacob would calm down...a little, and be able to concentrate long enough to woo Blaine.

At first, he had been worried that the leech might have gotten his fangs into his mate. That dies down after a few days though. He was sure, that if Blaine had died he would be able to sense it. The same way that he could sense where Blaine was at all times. If that blip were to fall of his radar, away from the Cullen house, he would know Blaine had died and then...no. It was too painful to think about that. He had a hard enough time just getting out of bed and breathing, let alone thinking about life in a world without Blaine. There could hardly be any life after such an event.

Jacob was currently in bed, as he often was during his down time. He would lay in bed with his head on the pillow that Blaine had used. It offered the lightest amount of comfort to have Blaine's scent next to him while he slept. Of course to Jacob, 'down time' was a relative term. Even in his sleep it seemed his mind was constantly playing through tactics and strategies. What he had seen of the vampires when they were fighting and how it would be relevant to an attack.

His main focus was on getting Blaine back, secondarily though, his mind obsessed with ways to get Blaine to forgive him. Wood carvings, flowers, a new house, money. He would try anything and everything until something worked. He had considered just keeping Blaine whether the man was happy or not. However, in the situations that left Emmett alive, then he would risk the same thing happening again. Forming a circle of kidnap, near rape, vampire attack, Blainelessness.

When Blaine was around Jacob's dreams had been simple. They mimicked what was happening in the real world or else focused on something sexual. The positions and sounds he coaxed from Blaine in his head, were enough to make him wake up with the sheets soaking wet with his seed, even though he was twenty five. Now, when he was able to sleep he had odd dreams:

In one, Blaine was pregnant and he and Emmett decided to be joint parents of the child because they ere unsure who was the actual father. Blaine would die from the pregnancy and the wolf and vampire raised the young boy. In another, Blaine and Emmett were together, Emmett had changed Blaine and they ignored Jacob completely. The odd thing was, that even being aware that it was a dream, Jacob was still attracted to Blaine. He supposed it was his subconsciousness saying that no matter what he would always love his imprint. In the last one, and by far the most terrifying, Blaine and Jacob were together. They lived in a new home that Jacob had bought with the money from his reservation. Blaine never wanted for anything and the sex was amazing. However, in these dreams, Blaine was terribly unhappy. He didn't love Jacob, he didn't reciprocate kisses or attempts at snuggling. When the time came for sex, he would simply roll on his back and turn his head.

To Jacob, that was the most undesirable of all situations. Somewhere, even in his messed up mind he knew that in the end he would rather have Blaine be happy without him than unhappy with him. The fear that Blaine could find happiness anywhere else was so great though that he had forbidden any excursions into the Cullen's territory to check on him. If Blaine was dead, Jacob would know it. Until he did die, or until they decided on a plan of action though, he couldn't and wouldn't attempt to know his feelings.

His pack mates complained of course. They had to feel the hole in Jacob's heart every day. Jacob shut them up by telling them that if he was in danger he would leave Emmett in the same way he had left the reservation. The fact that he hadn't...well that was another one of those dark thoughts that hurt too much to think about.

A desperate knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Who in the hell had the nerve to bother the alpha at three in the morning when he was in the worse mood possible? He didn't know the answer yet, but whoever it was, was going to get an earful. Maybe even a maiming.

It was Seth Clearwater. At seeing the enraged look on Jacob's face he immediately bowed his head in apologetic submission.

"Seth, what in the fuck do you think you're doing? You aren't even supposed to be in human form, I gave you guard duty!" Seth whined, and then replied in a voice so fast, Jacob had to work hard to catch it all.

"I know, and I'm sorry sir. I was on guard duty, at the edge of the town like you said. And then I saw something and I asked Quil to cover for me."

Jacob tensed. Seth did not have the authority to have another wolf take his position, or indeed to even leave his own responsibilities behind. Whatever it was must've been of extreme importance. Vampire attack? Rival tribe? Whatever it was Jacob would welcome the distraction. He was in no way prepared for what it actually was though.

"The Cullens were in town with...him. Getting food for him I guess, because they were at a restaurant, and you know vampires don't eat."

Ouch. Seth didn't even have to say his name, just the mention was enough to make Jacob moan in sorrow. All of his anger was gone, replaced by pain.

"I'm sorry, I swear it's important or I wouldn't bring it up to you. Now, you guys know that I'm the first one to defend the Cullens. I've never hated them, and they are allowed in Forks, so I was going to leave until I heard a few phrases that made me stay. I listened in for about ten minutes and then ran straight here."

It must have been immediately after, because Seth was naked. Jacob had not noticed at first as he never looked at other men. He still had his shorts tied to his leg with the little leather straps. Still, dinner was not something he wanted to hear about. He started feeling the anger building up again when:

"Jacob, what they were talking about. They're going to turn Blaine. He wants to do it after his birthday so-"

Jacob exploded. He didn't have time to fully process what he had heard. He didn't even feel the waves of heat roll through him, the wolf just burst forth. Luckily for him, Seth was the fastest werewolf in the tribe. Jacob doubted anyone else would have been able to get out of the way in time. On instinct he had shifted too before Jacob's clothing had even hit the ground. Once shifted, Seth's thought continued.

-So he can have his powers.

It seemed to have been an automatic thing, because then he immediately tensed.

Danger? Should I call the pack?

A leech? My imprint, my mate wants to be a goddamn bloodsucker?

Seth hesitated, but he couldn't stop his thoughts, even though they were random.

Not his fault. Happy with- Goddamn maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Don't want to have to attack the Cullens. Should've stayed-

Shut the fuck up Seth! Jacob used the double timbre of the Alpha voice. Effectively halting the thoughts in Seth's mind. Jacob had to think, he had to decide what he was going to do. So far, no other thoughts had intruded, not even Quil's which made Jacob think that he was staying away on purpose. He had good reason to too. Quil had imprinted on Rosalie. By some weird 'fuck you' from the universe the ex-mate of the vampire Jacob's own imprint was now seeing. He couldn't attack. It would tear the pack in two, but he had the ultimatum option.

Jacob. No! Please, I'm begging you. Rosalie would side with them. Quil's voice chimed in. Actually chimed wasn't the right word, because the amount of pleading in his voice could not have been more, even if Jacob was pointing a gun to his face.

I'm going to go and tell Blaine that if he doesn't come back then I'll kill his new family. He seethed on the last word. Jacob should've been the only family in Blaine's life.