A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

No, but I still have a trail. Simply following the trail was just as easy as Jacob had imagined it would
be. The damn Bloodsucker had left several scent trails. It was up to Jacob and his pack to find the
right one. You guys?
I lost my trail a few yards back. Still looking for anything else, Seth answered.
I still have a trail, too, but I haven’t found anything. Embry sniffed the air again and grunted. Fuck.
Scratch that; lost another one. He stopped and sniffed around, hoping for anything that resembled
Renesmee’s scent.
Jacob growled. If he didn’t actually need every Shifter to find his imprint, he would have castrated
Embry and sent him to another country. He’d already promised to do just that if Renesmee was
harmed. Jacob couldn’t help but think of all the possibilities that could have happened if he’d gone
back himself. He could have protected her.
Or maybe you both would have been killed, Quil thought. It wasn’t his fault, Jake.
Jacob growled again.
I got something else, Seth announced. He followed it east.
When we do find her, the fucker is mine, Jacob said harshly. And if he’s done anything to her, none
of you will touch her. That is an order; I’m not having any of that first imprint bullshit. He shivered at
the thought that she could have been bitten. It didn’t seem like something the Bloodsucker would
do if he wanted to play with Jacob. He was probably torturing her instead. Jacob shook himself and
sniffed again to keep his trail.
~*~
Renesmee listened intently to the silence around her. It was eerily quiet. Her whole life had been
filled with noise. Even in quiet moments, there was always some noise around her. In Chicago, it
was the sounds of cars, trains, airplanes, or people chattering in the distance. Here in Washington, it
was the sounds of birds singing or insects chirping. She had taken all those sounds for granted; they
were always there like background music. Now, as she listened for even the tiniest flutter, there was
nothing but the sound of her own breathing. The silence was deafening.
She had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been hours or days before she finally
caught the faintest of sounds. It was a creak so miniscule she wouldn’t have heard it if she hadn’t
been concentrating so hard. She opened her eyes and gasped at the sight of the white-haired
Bloodsucker standing on the other side of the room next to the door.
“Good morning,” he said in a soft, musical voice. It seemed nothing like the raspy whisper from the
last time she remembered seeing him.
“Who are you and what do you want?” she demanded.
He smiled and came closer. She tried to jerk away when he put his hand on her ankle, but he held
her securely. “Renesmee . . . that’s an interesting name. I know a lot about you, you know. I know
you came from Chicago with your parents. I know you did well in school and that you were
considering staying in Forks for the Shifter. Your grandfather, now that was a surprise for me. Who
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