A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

As she sat there watching the wolf watch her, she began to look it over. Even laying down, it looked
like it would be as tall as her. Its fur was dark reddish-brown. It licked its nose and laid its head
down on its paws. She sucked in a quick breath and stopped herself from scooting back. She was
still okay. Her eyes strayed down to its paws, and she felt a little uneasy at the sight of claws that
were probably bigger than her fingers. She looked back up into its eyes.
“Um . . . hi?” she said. Her voice shook. “I . . . wow. You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
Jacob wanted to reassure her that not only would he never hurt her; he would protect her until his
last breath. He grunted, annoyed that he couldn’t speak in a way she’d understand, and just shook
his head.
Renesmee wasn’t sure what to think when the wolf shook its head. It was a blatant move, as if it
had truly understood what she’d said. She let it go; the thought made her uneasy. She was quiet for
a minute, but somehow it felt like she should say more. “I’ve never talked to a wolf before. I don’t
know what to say. Um . . .” She felt ridiculous, but decided to just ignore it. She was alone; no one
else would ever have to know she might be a little crazy. “Well, first of all, my name is Renesmee.”
Jacob perked up when she mentioned her name. He could feel her calming down, and it pleased
him when she continued speaking. He sighed contentedly and just let the sound of her voice wash
over him.
As she told the wolf about Chicago, she felt the strangest urge to try to pet it. She licked her lips for
courage and got onto her knees. It didn’t pull back or even seem on guard at all as she carefully
reached out her hand. She realized that it could probably rip her arm off at a moment’s notice, but
nothing happened when her fingertips met the course fur on its muzzle. She got more brave and
inched forward on her knees as she slipped her hand up to the wolf’s forehead.
“I can’t believe I’m petting a wolf,” she said quietly, mostly talking to herself. “My parents wouldn’t
believe it either.” She decided not to tell anyone about this encounter. Not only would they not
believe her, but her father would undoubtedly make up some excuse to either take her with them
just in case. It would just be easier if they didn’t know. She looked up when the wolf’s ears perked.
It didn’t open its eyes or lift its head, but one ear twisted around toward the trees at its left.
Another presence in Jacob’s head alerted him to another Shifter taking their wolf form. The essence
of the thoughts that passed between them told him that it was his beta, Quil Ateara.
Jacob, what the . . . Whoa. Quil stopped when he caught on to what had just happened with his
Alpha. All the legends said that imprinting was the strongest and most powerful thing any Shifter
could experience, but he hadn’t believed it. Seeing it through his Alpha’s eyes made him
understand.
Jacob huffed. Whoa is right. What’s up?
I hate to break up your little powwow, but you need to come home.
Jacob growled. He didn’t like being told what to do by anyone, least of all someone in his pack, but
even more he didn’t like being told to leave Renesmee.
Renesmee jumped back when the wolf rumbled. Either it was going to change its mind about killing
her, or something was around that was upsetting it. “What is it?” she asked.
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