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Chapter 7-

Jacob's POV

What was happening to me?

Why was I behaving like this?

Why was I always so…angry these days?

Quil had simply been teasing me about my new hot receptionist who wore the tightest clothes known to mankind to work; it had been a joke, there was no justified reason to throw the screwdriver at him and remove blood. The poor guy had to get stitches!

I felt so bad about it. Even Embry looked traumatized, and on pins and needles, almost as if he was worried he was next in my line to maim.

I wasn't a violent person. I didn't go around throwing things at people. In fact, I was known for the exact opposite- my non-violent approach to life. I didn't like fighting, not even the one done willingly with both the parties playfully enjoying themselves. I was opposed to even that. Fighting of any kind was not something I preferred or liked.

Why then was starting an argument all, I wanted to do these days?

I felt so…antsy…so uncomfortable…so not in my own body.

It felt as if I was in someone else's body now, a third person I did not really respect. Or like. I couldn't. He was a jerk. He was a crazy man with temper issues. He fought with his wife and scared his kids. His dad too took a step back in fear when he entered the room.

When did I become this man?

I had never been like this.

It had all started a few days ago, after that one uncomfortable dinner at Charlie's house. I wasn't as oblivious as Bella believed me to be. Yes, she was over Edward Cullen. He was a thing of her past. It had been ten years now to their brief courtship period- too long to not move on. But she wasn't truly over his memories. She did not want him back in her life, yet she cherished the moments she had spent with him, and with his family.

And I was okay with that.

I knew I was the only man in my wife's life. I respected the fact that she had a past. Probably, a decade ago, I hadn't been mature enough to deal with something as basic as this. But now, I was. It wasn't a big deal. It was perfectly normal to have those days, too.

And I could accept that seeing someone of his family- even if it was some never mentioned before cousin- would bring back those memories. She felt nostalgic; she need not tell me that. Either way, it had been seeing those cousins' that had brought out this drastic change in me. It had started off as a very small change at first. Certain smells had started to piss me off. Nothing unusual or worrisome! Then, my range of hearing had multiplied overnight. I could hear much more clearly, and to a further extent. Again, a boon. Then, came the bad part, the anger. I was always angry about something or the other. Like a wild animal that cannot be caged. I got upset over the smallest of things, my anger refusing to be curbed. Nobody could calm me down. Not even my own self. Earlier, one look at Bella and my rational side would win out. Now, even that didn't work. In fact, somehow, Bella was often the reason for my rage.

I couldn't explain it; there wasn't actually any sane reason to my accusation. It wasn't something she did or said. I just…I don't know….

I wished things would go back to normal.

I loved Bella. She was my life.

I hated this distance that had come to form between the two of us. There was no reason for it, and yet something invisible kept the two of us apart.

I couldn't explain it. All I knew is that I hated it.

"Jacob."

"Why are you here again, Paul?"

Who invited you?

"To see your handsome face, of course!" He answered with a ridiculous wink. "Couldn't keep myself from it." he playfully teased.

"Fuck off." I waved him off. "And Get out."

"Now, now," he smirked, "is this the way to talk to your brother-in-law? Where are your manners? Billy would be so disappointed!"

Why was I shaking?

He was trying to get a raise out of me….and I was falling for it.

"Do you know Rachel and I are trying for another kid? We were at it all night last night. She even called me an animal in bed; the things I can do with my tongue…"

Get out.

Get out before I kick your ass.

"Now, your sister certainly likes it when I ram her hard in the ass; she takes it like a champ, begging me for more. And those boobs! Don't even get me started on how much I like playing with them! Bella too, has nice ones, doesn't she? Slightly small, if you ask me. I once dreamt of her skinny dipping, a few wet droplets on her naked body as she ran a hand through her hair. It was one of my favorite fantasies before I met your sister. Maybe, we can make it a reality. She is still young, if not as in shape."

"Don't." Did I just growl? "Don't speak a word further!"

"Why? Are you afraid that someone better and handsome will steal her from you? Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised. Hey, with Charlie Swan remarrying, what are the odds that that sparkly shit won't return in her life? Maybe, he will. She always did love him a bit more." He finished with a rude laugh.

I couldn't control it then. Something within me changed. Suddenly, a surge of unimaginable power spread through me, my bones crackling, breaking, rejoining…and then….I stood on four paws instead of two legs.

"Welcome to the pack, loser."