A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

She laughed and squeezed his fingers. “I’m sure it was.” She reached up with her free hand and
brushed his hair out of his eyes. “You’re cute with your hair all messed up like that.”
Jacob snorted. “So are you.” He tugged on a loose curl that had come out of her pony tail.
She rolled her eyes. “Mm-hmm.”
“I want you to come to a bonfire with me next weekend,” he said as he looked down at her.
“A bonfire? Like a party?”
He smiled. “Yep. There’ll be lots of food and storytelling.”
She cocked her head to the side. “What kind of stories?”
He kissed her lips. “Our legends, as told by my dad.”
She bit her lip and hesitated. She wanted to get over her fear, but it wasn’t as easy as she hoped.
She felt she should be honored that he’d even asked her to go.
“Please come.” He wasn’t above begging. “I think maybe if you hear it the way it’s meant to be told,
you won’t be as scared.”
She couldn’t let something as insignificant as a little fear stand in her way. “I’d love to.”
He smiled and kissed her again. “Great. It’ll be fun.” His ears perked up at the sound of a distant
howl. He wasn’t sure Renesmee would be able to hear it. It was a distinct call for help from Seth.
He sat up, pushing Renesmee back. “I need to go.”
She got up, confused. “Why? What’s wrong?”
There was another howl. Embry. Jacob pulled Renesmee close and kissed her quickly. “Stay inside.
I’ll call you. Love you.”
She furrowed her brow and called after him, but he didn’t turn around. The door slammed behind
him. She took a deep breath and looked around. What the hell was that all about? As she tried to
think of anything he could be so worked up about, she put the movie away and straightened up the
living room.
~*~
Jacob was furious. He knew from the look on Renesmee’s face as he left that he’d have to have a
damn good explanation when he saw her again. If he couldn’t tell her that he had to help his pack rip
apart a group of five Bloodsuckers, what could he say?
Just tell her you really had to take a piss, Embry offered.
Yeah, you’re fucking hilarious. The two sat watching the purple smoke rise from the segmented
remains of their enemies. She’s not stupid, Embry.
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