A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

emained silent. Jacob stared into Renesmee’s orange eyes intensely. He didn’t want to admit that
she was right. He needed to have a target; someone to be angry with. At the same time, he knew
she had a point. He’d already considered the idea that the Bloodsucker in the woods was just a
distraction.
Jacob looked at Embry. The silence in the room stretched on. Renesmee waited for Jacob to think
about what she’d said. She watched him as he stared at Embry, his eyes dark.
Seth cleared his throat. It sounded so loud to him. “You know she’s right, Jake,” he said softly.
It was another few seconds before Jacob nodded slowly. “Yeah. I know.” He wasn’t ready to
apologize, though.
Embry sighed in relief. He gave Renesmee a thankful glance. She smiled at him.
“Back to your appetite,” Quil started. “How are you doing around all of us?”
Renesmee shrugged. “I’m okay. You all smell good. It’s weird, though, because I can pick out
differences where I couldn’t before.”
“I bet I smell the best,” Embry said with a smirk.
She reached out her foot and kicked his knee. “Nope. Jacob does. Always has.” She kissed Jacob’s
jaw. He smiled and kissed her lips.
“How’s your throat?” he asked.
“It burns. It’s stronger around everyone than it was with just you. It’s kind of like that dry feeling I’d
get when I needed a drink, but it’s much worse.”
“Do you think you need to hunt again?”
She pursed her lips. “I don’t know. My stomach still feels full. I don’t know what to go by; if it’s just
my throat or if I would feel hungry like before.” She glanced around the room at the others’ faces.
They all seemed supportive.
Jacob nodded and ran his fingers through her hair. “I’ll leave it up to you, baby.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m okay. I don’t want to go right now; maybe a little later
before bed?”
“All right.”
They talked for a little while longer before Jacob kicked everyone out. He wanted to have Renesmee
to himself again. After they left, she smiled up at him.
“You realize I’m here to stay, right? You can have alone time with me all the time.” She wasn’t
complaining; she wanted to be with him just as much.
“Yeah, I know. All the time does sound good, though.” He kissed her and lightly trailed his fingers
over her arm. “How are you feeling?”
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