Short chapter again, but I'm concentrating more on writing my own original story at the same time!
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Jacob
"Bella hasn't called in a week. Maybe I should call her! No, if she doesn't want to talk, I'll give him some space." My inner-monologue rung through the rest if the pack's ears like a broken-record. We were patrolling around the border of Forks, watching out for the filthy bloodsuckers. Sam, the alpha-wolf, led the patrol whilst yelling orders at us.
The woods were dark, cold and terrifying at night but the vampires preferred moving during the night. Without a doubt we needed the late-night stalks around the borders, the last time we let our guard down Bella was nearly killed…
"Jacob, will you stop worrying about your girlfriend and help us look for the 'cold ones'!" Sam barked. I obeyed, not because I wanted to, because we had to obey the rules and demands of the alpha, no matter how much he annoyed us.
After we felt sure that no blood-thirsty vampires were going to attack, the whole pack accompanied me back to the Black household. My Dad was sat asleep in his wheelchair in front of the TV, Sam helped me move him into his bed, then the pack crashed on the sofa.
At dawn, I rose to prepare myself for another patrol. But when I checked my mobile, I had a long overdue voicemail from Bella.
"Hey, Jacob. I need to tell you something. I had a note from… Edward. And, well, he told me I can't be with you… Just call me when you get this." She hung up with a sigh.
"Well, that doesn't sound good." Quil muttered from behind me.
I stomped out of my house and phased into wolf-form. The rest of the day was spent letting off all my anger and thinking about what Bella had said.