A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Give me a minute.
This is serious, Jake. Your father interrupted Claire and me for this.
An image of a dark-haired woman stripping against the post of a bed flashed between the two
wolves. Jacob sighed. One bad thing about sharing thoughts through the pack mind was that
nothing was blocked. No matter how private or embarrassing, everyone saw everything.
Important or not, he couldn’t leave yet. He needed more time with her. I said, give me a minute.
Fine, but I’m not shifting back.
Jacob growled again. You’ll do what I tell you to do, Quil. Go back to my place and let Billy know I’ll
be there soon. And leave some shorts on the back porch.
Quil mentally rolled his eyes. Yes, O Mighty Tallest. Whatever you say. After an image of a sarcastic
salute, Quil’s presence disappeared.
Jacob licked his nose and looked at Renesmee. She was staring at him with wide brown eyes, and
he sighed to himself. He couldn’t leave her. He had to, of course, but he couldn’t. He forced himself
to his feet and shook himself off. Renesmee held up her hand to block her face from the grass flying
off of him, and she giggled. The sound made him shiver in the best way. He looked around the
meadow, searching for any dangers. He wanted to tell her to go home so she wouldn’t be out here
alone. Since he couldn’t speak, he leaned his head down and gently nudged her foot with his nose.
Renesmee furrowed her brow. It was obvious that the wolf wanted something. She was unnerved
again at how much it seemed to comprehend. She stood up slowly and spotted her cell phone on
the ground right next to the wolf’s huge paw. She knew she’d never have a prayer of explaining a
crushed phone, so she quickly leaned down to pick it up. The wolf was staring at her again when she
stood back up. Its eyes bore through her as if it could see straight to her soul. She coughed
nervously. “I, um . . . I should probably get home. You know, my parents are probably wondering
where I am.” She checked her phone. There was still a half an hour before she had to be there, but
somehow she felt better with the excuse she’d given.
The wolf grunted and took a step closer to her. She swallowed, and her eyes widened when it
lowered its massive head again and nudged her stomach. She lifted her hand and ran her fingers
through its fur a few times. “Maybe I’ll see you sometime again? I will be here for three months.” It
nodded, and she fought a shiver. “Goodbye, Wolf.”
Jacob nodded again, and a little piece of himself broke off when she turned to walk away. He wished
he could walk her home. Business was business, though, and he had an idea of what Billy and Quil
thought was so urgent. With one final look at Renesmee’s retreating figure, he put himself back
together as much as he could and ran back home.
~*~
“What’s so serious and important that it couldn’t have waited a few more hours?” Jacob asked as he
walked into the house. He brushed his black hair away from his forehead, but no matter how many
times he repeated the action, it always came back.
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