A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“I know. Do you remember how you used to play with his books?” She laughed at a particular
memory. “When you tore a page out of the medical dictionary he’d inherited from his grandfather, I
thought he was going to go postal.”
Renesmee giggled. “I never meant to tear it. I just wanted to see it, so I tugged it. Besides, who lets
a five-year-old play with a book like that?”
Alice just laughed, and they began to look over the shelves. When Renesmee saw one that she
liked, she smiled and picked it off the shelf and thumbed through it before decided if she would buy
it or not. She had saved her allowance over the last few years and had a hefty sum to play with. She
had set aside a specific amount for the trip to make sure she didn’t let herself get too excited about
spending.
Alice watched her. She had found a few that she wanted as well, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted
all of them or just one. She was about to pull another one out when her phone rang. She looked at
the screen and smiled at Jasper’s name. He had said he’d call when Bella and Edward were safely
in the air.
“I’ll be right back; it’s Jasper,” she said, tapping Renesmee on the shoulder.
“Kay.” Renesmee didn’t look up from her book. A few minutes later, the bell on the door chimed and
someone came up behind her to take a book from the shelf. She felt weird suddenly, like she
wanted lean back into the stranger. She turned to see who it was and nearly dropped her books.
The man behind her was huge, much taller than her Uncle Jasper. His skin was rich coppery-brown
and looked smooth. He was wearing a pair of military camouflage cargo shorts and a black wife
beater. The tank top was tight and showed off the defined muscles in his chest and arms.
She finally forced herself to look up. He was staring at her with a look of hard intensity that nearly
scared her. There was something about him, though. Something in his eyes that made her relax. Or
was it his smile? It was friendly and made him seem a little more approachable. His black hair fell
over his forehead, nearly meeting his eyes.
Jacob watched Renesmee look him over, too happy to have finally found her to care that she didn’t
say anything. He had found her house the night before and heard her voice as she talked to her
parents about their plans. If it hadn’t been for Embry shifting and needing his help with two
Bloodsuckers, he would have stayed the night there at the tree line. She had talked about going to
town with her aunt, and when he went to the house and found everyone gone, he could only hope
that’s where she was. He had been so relieved when he found her scent, and he followed the musky
vanilla trail around until he finally saw her in the bookstore.
He had wanted to stride up to her and grab her in a tight hug, but he reminded himself over and over
again that she didn’t know him. He was a wolf to her. So instead, he walked up behind her,
pretended to be interested in a book, and waited for her to turn around. He couldn’t deny that he
stared at her, his eyes wandering down her body. She was wearing an off-white, long sleeved shirt
and a pair of brown jeans. Her auburn hair was down, and he wanted to run his fingers through it.
When she finally did turn around, he smirked to himself and watched her check him out.
“Hi,” he said after she met his eyes. His deep voice made her smile. “I’m Jacob. Jacob Black.” He
held out his hand for her.
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