A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“I’m not trying to tell you how to handle this between you and Jacob; that’s for you to decide. But
personally, I don’t think it would be wise to break up a good thing over a belief.” She leaned over
and hugged Renesmee. “Do you know why it scares you so much?”
Renesmee reluctantly nodded her head. “Yeah. Grandpa Charlie.”
Alice furrowed her brow. “Your grandpa? Why?”
“Because he was killed by animals. I was five, remember, and some stupid kid in my kindergarten
class was rude and made a joke that it was probably a werewolf. Then a week later, I snuck in the
room while Mom and Dad were watching An American Werewolf in London. I remembered the
woods out here and how perfect they would be to hide things like werewolves, and it all made sense
to me at that time. I know it’s stupid, Aunt Alice. Don’t laugh. But all while I was growing up, I’d
think of things like werewolves and vampires, and I’d imagine all the different ways they could have
killed him.” She sniffled. “I never could make the thoughts go away. And now Jacob wants to tell
me that he’s a Shifter and turns into a giant wolf, and that things like almost indestructible
Bloodsuckers exist. All I can think of is Grandpa Charlie and how he died in that forest somewhere.
It’s like all those childish thoughts are coming back again, and maybe I’m next.” She wiped her face
and shook her head again.
Alice hugged her tighter. “Honey, I’m sorry.”
Renesmee tried to shrug. “I just need time to think it through and see how I really feel about it. I
love him, Aunt Alice. I love him so much. Some part of me says I shouldn’t; it’s too soon to decide
that he’s the man I want to spend my life with, you know? I’m only eighteen, and there are so many
things I haven’t experienced yet. But, on the other hand, I feel so empty when I think about going
back to Chicago. Like my heart is literally breaking into pieces. I don’t know what to do.”
“I wish I could help, Renesmee. I think this is something you’re going to have to work out on your
own, though. All I can say is don’t throw it away if you can save it, okay? If it’s true love, it will work
out. Sometimes you have to fight for it, though.”
Renesmee nodded. “I know. Thank you, Aunt Alice. I love you.” She wrapped her arms around her
aunt’s waist and hugged tightly.
“I love you, too.”
~*~
Jacob sighed and rested his head on his paws Wednesday night. He had heard Renesmee talking to
her aunt earlier. She was in her room now. Her light was still on, and she was talking quietly to
herself. He wished he could see her, touch her.
There hadn’t been any activity in the forest since the three Bloodsuckers earlier. Quil had all but
moved Claire in with him that afternoon. She was scared, but she trusted him to keep her safe.
Jacob was jealous of his pack mate but happy that Claire was taken care of. Quil tried to be
supportive; he hoped Renesmee came around soon.
Jacob looked up at the window when she turned her light out. He sighed again and listened to the
forest around him. He sniffed the air. Still nothing out of place. She had a nightmare again that
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