A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

What the hell, Jacob, he thought to himself. You’re Alpha; you have more control than that!
The young woman gasped and turned around. Her eyes were huge and brown, and the moment he
looked into them, the glow around her turned to a spark. A million points of light swirled around her
and into him, and a bright burning flamed through him. It started where the tug had turned into a
violent yank that forced a step forward and flashed through his entire body. Had he been in human
form, he would have fallen to his knees. He could barely breathe, but somehow this woman in front
of him was all the air he’d ever need. As he stared at her, the world began to shift. The ground was
no longer beneath him and the sky was no longer above. Everything around him disappeared,
leaving only her and him together in this moment.
The forest suddenly reappeared when she stumbled backward a few steps. Her heartbeat sounded
like it was about to pound out of her chest as she let out a small cry. The fear flowing around her
was intense, and the most incredible urge rose up in him like he had never felt before. He loved his
pack, his tribe, his father . . . He loved everything he had ever stood for and fought for. But he had
never felt a need to protect anything as fiercely as he felt now. This new compulsion carried him into
the meadow. He surveyed the area more vigilantly than he could remember ever doing. Nothing
would get past his notice.
Renesmee had never seen a larger animal in all her life. At least not up close. The wolf was larger
than a horse, and it stood there looking around with such intensity that she could swear she felt it.
She had never been more frightened. She somehow knew that this was how her grandfather had
died, and now she was going to share the same fate. A part of her wondered why it hadn’t lunged at
her yet. She wanted to get out of there, but her feet refused to do what she told them to. She
fumbled as she attempted to pull her phone out of her pocket. When she finally got it, her fingers
betrayed her again. The phone fell to the ground halfway between her and the giant animal.
Overwhelmed by panic, Renesmee finally regained control of her legs and turned to run. Her feet
caught on an uneven patch of ground, and she fell to her hands and knees in the grass. The wolf
growled, and she gasped wildly as she threw herself onto her back. She was too frightened to
scream, and she raised her arm to cover her eyes, praying she died quickly.
Jacob realized that it was him she was afraid of when she reacted so violently to his unintentional
growl. Watching her fall to the ground made him wish harder than he’d wished before that he had
human arms to catch her. He wanted to introduce himself and learn her name and figure out where
the hell to go from there. He knew exactly what had happened. Imprinting was just another of the
tribe’s legends that he had once laughed at. Laughter turned to dread the first few years of being a
Shifter. Forcibly falling head over heels for your soulmate without even a chance to get to know her
first? It didn’t sound appealing to him. As time went on, he learned to just accept it for what it was
and wait for it to happen to him.
Renesmee carefully peeked out from under her arm when nothing happened for several long
minutes. The wolf was still there, but it had laid down on its stomach. Its giant paws stretched out
in front of it, stopping only three feet away from her. She swallowed thickly and took a deep, uneasy
breath. Maybe if she screamed now, her uncle would come out with his guns. She instantly felt bad
for thinking that; this wolf obviously wasn’t going to kill her if it hadn’t already. There was no reason
or rhyme for trying to injure it. She put her arm down and carefully shifted to sit up. The wolf
watched her closely, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of eerie familiarity. There was something
odd about its eyes, but she couldn’t say for sure what it was.
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