Once again, this is just fanfiction, written truly for fun and no harm was meant in the creation of it. This is chapter 4 of my fanfiction, so be sure to read chapters 1-3 plus the preface if you haven't already. Hope you enjoy this but please, refrain from leaving hate mail. Enjoy! :)
As I prowled the Reservation with Jake, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Congrats, Jacob thought, using the pack’s interconnected mind to talk to me.
Thanks, now I don’t feel like the odd man out, I thought back, grinning. It seemed that everyone in the tribe was imprinting. Sam and Emily, Jared and Kim, Quil and Claire, Jacob and Renesmee, and now, Grace and me.
Not everyone has imprinted, Jacob corrected me.
Okay, a lot of us have imprinted. Better?, I thought, nudging Jacob with my head.
Much, he thought, teasing. I tried to block Jacob out, thinking more about Grace and what she told me today. ‘…I’m going to die in less than a year.’ Echoed eerily in my head. Only one year of happiness, then my soul mate was going to be taken away from me forever.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jacob thought, stopping midstride to look at me. I too stopped, sadness and grief overwhelming me. I played back the whole conversation to him and waited for his response. Shit, man. That sucks.
You’re telling me, I answered bitterly. I feel terrible, not just because she is gonna die so soon, she told me everything, even though I could see how much it hurt her. I feel like I’m keeping things from her by not telling her about me. I paused, thinking about how exactly I should go about asking him what I wanted.
You want to tell her about the werewolf thing? Jacob thought, hearing my thought process and answering before I could really put out the question. He didn’t seem too pleased, but not exactly pissed either. You’re right, I’m not super happy with the idea of more people knowing our secret, but I can see where you’re coming from… I think she could handle it.
So, I thought, could I go tell her now?
I guess, it’s not too late. I was gonna call it quits and go see Renesmee… Jacob started to say but I sprang into action, dashing through the woods to her house that I had scoped out last night, completely ignoring everything else he had to say. I quickly phased back, throwing on the sweats I had grabbed before patrol tonight, wishing that I had brought more to wear than just a pair of pants. I scooped up a few small stones before walking under her window. Here goes nothing, I thought, lightly tossing one of the rocks up to meet the glass of her window on the second floor.