He stands above the small trickles of blood that mark the pavement, eyes narrowing in anger and in confusion. Must mean the vampires have quit their no-killing streak.

He morphs into his werewolf form, body twisting and changing. His anger fuels his strides as he follows the trail of blood.

I think somewhere inside of him he knew it was you. But he just didn’t want to admit it to himself until he saw you practically tied to a tree.

You had been Edward’s lover, while Jacob had to sit back and watch. He loved you, but you seemed oblivious, or at least pretend you were. It was hurtful to him.

But now, the woman standing beside you wasn’t a Cullen at all. She had fiery red hair, unlike any of the Cullens. When Jacob arrived, she had given him a look of disgust.

“Wet dog, that’s definitely not a Cullen. Where is the one in love with this girl?” She shakes me around, and you whimper. You hear footsteps behind you, as your eyes stare up at Jacob’s wolf form, pleadingly.

Edward, appears from behind the trees, anger in his form as he gives Jacob a look of disgust, spotting you and the red-headed vampire then.

“Ah, finally.” The woman says, grabbing you by my hair.