A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“No, I’m done. Could we stay out here for a while, though? It’s so pretty.”
He touched her back. “Sure.”
She nodded again and walked away until she couldn’t see him anymore. She sat down by a tree and
closed her eyes. She wished her hearing wasn’t so clear. Even with her hands over her ears, she
could still hear what Jacob was doing. After a moment, the sound was replaced by him padding up
to her. She looked and sniffled before climbing onto his back. She held on tightly like before and let
him take her wherever he wanted to go. Before long, he stopped and let her down. She smiled at
the stream and the relaxing sound it made.
“This is really pretty, Jake,” she said as she looked around.
Jacob walked over and got a drink. Renesmee smiled at him, somehow amused at the way he
lapped up the water. He glanced at her and gestured with his head toward the stream.
She grimaced. “I don’t want any; thank you.”
Jacob sighed. He hadn’t brought her here to get a drink. She was a mess, and he knew she’d want
to clean up. He touched his nose to the front of her shirt.
She looked down. “I don’t want—oh.” She was surprised by how much blood was there. She
touched her face and grimaced at the red stains on her fingers. “Oh.” She went to the water and
leaned over to wash what she could. She couldn’t do anything about the mess on her shirt, although
she tried. When she’d finished, she sat back. Jacob laid down beside her and curled his body
around her. He didn’t want her to get cold. She leaned into him and rested her head on his huge
shoulder.
“I love you, Jake. Thank you for everything.”
He wanted to say something she’d understand. Instead, he bumped her leg with his nose. She
smiled and snuggled closer to him. She was starting to feel tired. It confused her; she’d just spent
two days sleeping. She yawned and began to lazily twist Jacob’s fur in her fingers. He laid his head
down on his paws and gave her a while to rest before he took her home.
~*~
I don’t want everyone here at once, Jacob thought harshly. It’s bad enough I have to let any of you
see her.
Quil sighed. You can see my thoughts just as clearly if not clearer than I can see yours. If you can
pick out any trace of hostility toward her, I’ll be surprised.
You were hostile before.
No, Jake, I was surprised. As in, it’s freaky and I know you think that same thing. I’m not going to do
anything to her. Fuck, I have my own imprint, Jake. Do you think I’d do anything to hurt yours when I
know how hard you’d fight to protect her? Even if I did want to hurt her—which I don’t—I’m not that
damn stupid.
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