A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Inside laid a lock of brown hair, silver chain with one half of a locket, and a picture. He pulled the
paper out and looked at the photograph of a pretty young brunette with hazel eyes. It looked
almost like a school picture. Around her neck was a silver locket with the letter H in delicate script.
He turned it over and looked at the back. Sophie Harris from Colorado. Jacob furrowed his brow and
tapped the paper against the table. The Bloodsucker didn’t usually slip up like that and give clues to
his whereabouts. It was either a sign that he was getting sloppy, or he wanted Jacob to see it.
“What’s up, Boss?” Quil asked as he and the other two walked in.
Jacob stepped aside so the others could see what they’d gotten.
Quil furrowed his brow. “Are you shitting me? We just got one.”
Jacob nodded. “I know. The girl’s from Colorado.” He held out the photograph.
“At least it’s not gross like the others,” Seth offered. “You’d figure he’d send her heart or
something.”
Embry took the picture. “I know this girl.”
Jacob, Quil, and Seth looked at him. “What?” Jacob demanded. “How?”
Embry shook his head. “No, I don’t mean I know her as in I met her; I’ve seen her picture before.
The girl I was with last week had some pictures on her dresser. This girl was in two of those
pictures.”
Jacob narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. And I also know that she’s the girl’s cousin. A word of advice: never ask a girl you
want to fuck about the shit in her room. She’ll never stop talking.”
Jacob snatched the picture back. “He knows.”
Quil quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean this wasn’t just some random girl he picked up. He knows she was Embry’s girl’s cousin.
This fucker doesn’t do coincidence and you know it.” This was bad. If the Bloodsucker was watching
them . . . He slammed his fist on the table. It splintered.
“Jake, man, calm down,” Quil said.
Jacob turned to Quil. “No, Quil, you don’t understand. If he knows how this girl is indirectly
connected with Embry—which he does—he’s been watching us. He knows about Renesmee, and he
knows about Claire. Do you really think the goddamn leech is going to leave them alone?”
Quil’s eyes widened. “Claire?”
“Yes. Fuck!” A shiver ran down Jacob’s spine. “Quil, go find Claire.”
Quil didn’t hesitate to run out of the room. Jacob stood stoic in the kitchen, unsure of how to
proceed. One thing was absolutely certain: he couldn’t wait any longer to tell Renesmee the truth.
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