A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“So does that mean that everyone has one of these?” She tried to imagine kids and elderly women
sporting tattoos.
He smirked. “No, just a few of us.”
She nodded. “What’s the meaning?”
“Do you remember what I told you about my tribe that day in the woods?” She nodded again. “If you
look closely, you can see it’s two wolves in a circle around the moon with a human hand inside of it.”
He pointed out each part of the symbol. Renesmee was amazed at how much detail was put into it.
“It’s to remind us of where we came from and that the animal isn’t too far away.”
She shuddered. “So is there a reason that this ancient god made the tribe from wolves? Why not
deer or something like that.”
“He wasn’t really a god. More like a spirit. In English, you’d call him the Transformer. Do you not
like wolves?” He wondered why she would have sat with him or chased him if she didn’t like the
animal.
“It’s not that. I think they’re very pretty and all that. It’s werewolves I don’t like. All the shifting and
the full moon and everything.” She shivered.
He was confused and sad by her confession. Why would he imprint on someone that wouldn’t like
him if she knew what he was? “Would it help if I said that they weren’t werewolves? No full moon
was required and silver bullets would just make them laugh.”
She stared at him with wide eyes. “That’s even worse, Jake. An indestructible werewolf that can
transform at any time is much scarier.”
He pursed his lips. “They’re not werewolves, Ness. They’re shape-shifters. There is a huge
difference.”
She sighed and decided to put it behind her. It was pointless to get into an argument over his tribe’s
history, and she wasn’t going to let it get between them so soon. “Okay, you’re right. Shape-shifters.
But they’re still scary.”
For the first time since he could remember, he wanted to cry. The one person that needed to know
what he was would be scared off if he told her. He felt like his ancestry had just kicked him in the
balls.
Renesmee noticed the tension in the air between them and how he seemed to have closed himself
off. She felt like a jerk. He had opened up to her to tell her something about himself, and she had
been nothing but a bitch about it. She licked her lips and touched his arm. “I’m sorry.”
Jacob looked down at her. He wanted to stay upset, but he just couldn’t. One look into her brown
eyes, and she was forgiven whether he liked it or not. “Don’t worry about it, Ness.” He could only
hope that someday he could teach her how to accept it and not be afraid anymore.
“No, I should worry about it. I was mean. I shouldn’t have been so insensitive about your legends. I
really am sorry.” A part of her was glad that he had forgiven her so easily, but another part wanted
him to tell her to grow up.
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