Jacob's Pov continued…

I woke in morning feeling… strange but quite happy, I looked to Leah who was still asleep and crept out of bed, being mindful not to jostle her. I looked outside and felt my stomach sink, I thought of Mackayla. It had been a cold, windy night last night and I felt badly that if it was her, which I was sure it was, that she had to be sleeping outside. I made my cup of coffee and took it outside onto the porch and walked around it a few times before I set it aside and rested my head in my hands. I was just thinking about things when I heard a quiet, almost non- existent whine.

I was sure my voice shook when I said out into the otherwise still morning "Mackayla… if that is you, can you come out?"

I heard nothing for quite a while when I said, hoping to coax her out of the tree line "I know it's scary and you don't know what happened to you but… can you come out?"

Once again I heard nothing and in a last attempt to get her out I said; "Macky… can you do this for me?"

I heard a whimper and watched as slowly a nose and the front paws emerged, followed by the shoulders. I felt feint and dizzy and collapsed down onto my knees, the blood rushing past my ears leaving all other sounds muted, only a dull rush. I could feel my heart plummet to my feet, my head throbbed in pain, my daughter; my baby girl was a wolf. I felt like my whole word was crashing down around me, I felt something cold and wet poke me and I began hyperventilating. I felt Leah's soothing touch and she whispered to me quietly, I don't know what she was saying but it was just sweet nothings. I brought my head out of hands and looked to Leah who looked distressed but also upset, I couldn't tell if it was for me or Mackayla.

I stood eventually and looked to the spot where I was guessing Mackayla was standing until Leah came out, she was gone. Leah hugged me from behind and I couldn't help but hang my head, I probably just made things worse… I was supposed to be being supporting her, I guess she thought she was a monster now…

Mackayla's Pov

I didn't stop running that day, the next day I stopped and had a drink at a stream, lunging out at my reflection angrily, making the water ripple and distort my reflection. I looked up at the sky and all I could feel was anger bubbling around my body, making me spiteful and reckless feeling. I looked at where I was and realised for the first time… I didn't have a clue where I was. I put my nose to the ground and took a long sniff. Dirt, trees, rain, elk, freshly trampled grass… and me. I lifted my head in a grim smile that probably looked menacing as a wolf and moved into a trot, following my scent back towards… home I guess.

I followed my scent home at my own and pace and reached the cliffs two days later. It was raining and the grey ocean pulsed angrily, the spray of the sea trying to reach up and grab me. I was standing on the cliff edge when I heard a scream followed by laughter; the scream caused the fur along my back to bristle in a… primitive need to protect. I almost leapt down the cliff until I saw it was a few teenagers mucking around, running around with sticks with seaweed hanging off the end of it. I turned before they saw me and padded back into the forest, reeling with adrenalin, that scream had caused something to erupt inside of me. It kind of felt like Pandora's Box, you couldn't shut it again once it was opened but you could wear the hinges out a little. I watched then until they left the beach and then looked at my dingy fur.

I stood up and sniffed the air, it was the briny beach smell mixed in with rain. I listened for any more beach goers, when none presented themselves I stepped out of the tree line cautiously, peering around. I felt giddy excitement well up me and leapt up in the air before letting an elated yip out and sprinting into the water. Enjoying the spray of the ways and pelting of the rain above, I paddled around just so I couldn't touch. I experimentally dove under the waves, it hurt, the water rushing into my ear canals but… I liked it. It kept me in touch with reality, reality is harsh and will hurt you... you have to ready for when it does, so you knew what to expect. I surfaced with a gasp and shook my ears out, flicking the water out of them. I swam back to the shore and shook myself like a dog would and tried to get all the excess water out of my coat but it was no use. The rain was coming down harder than ever and I was only getting wet again… at least I felt clean again.

It was night time again and I found myself unable to stay still, I was wet, waterlogged and angry as hell. I was angry as hell about both of my families at the moment, my mother's side of the family because they were vampires, dad's side because… he made me feel like more than an outcast then already am and it was like a slap in the face because he was my father. I paced in the same place I did… only a few days ago, god it felt like a lifetime ago, I felt agitated, I knew something was coming, and it wasn't good either.

I watched as people piled into dad's house, they were celebrating Seth Clearwater's birthday. I was doing fast laps around the house when I heard everything go quiet, the insects stopped chirping, the birds stopped calling, and there was no movement from the deer that roamed the forest. That was when I picked up on the quiet, almost non-existent 'whoosh' of air and quiet feet pounding the ground. I felt the hair on my back bristle and a snarl erupt from my muzzle, I scented around and found a harsh, bleach and burnt smell permeating the air. I felt myself go rigid, I knew that smell, it was at my house… which would have to mean it was vampire. Without knowing what I was doing I lunged after it, following the sound and scent of it. Soon enough I had caught up with it and was watching it, I had been taught since I was young that vampires with red eyes were not good company to keep. They were dangerous and unpredictable, especially when thirsty but then again… what vampire wasn't when they were thirsty?

I followed it as it seemed to be searching for something when we reached the beach, the rain had stopped and a group of people seemed to think that it would be a good time for a bonfire. The vampire stopped just at the edge of the tree line, watching the humans with a hungry glint in its eyes…