This is short, I know, but enjoy it anyway!




The lobo continued to growl at me and I continued to back away. Again today I feared for my life. But would Jacob really hurt me? He wouldn’t would he? Not if he had his own mind. But did he have his own mind? I reached out to the wolf’s mind and sighed with relief when I heard Jacob’s thoughts. I was so preoccupied with finding Jacob in this enormous beast that I wasn’t paying attention to the beast itself. The lobo was advancing on me, fast. I tried to get away but I stumbled over the roots of trees and eventually walked backwards into one.
Jacob’s emotions were dominating his actions and I didn’t know how to reason with him. I couldn’t exactly say ‘Hey, why you going to attack me? We’re mates remember? It’s not like I insulted you or your family.’
I didn’t have a clue on how to deal with temperamental teen wolves. There was nothing in my mind on how to fight them. Sure, there was stuff on how to kill a Geranian and how to stop a Huliron from reproducing but nothing on how to fight your best friend.
The lobo walked right up to me. I turned my face away from him, my cheek pressed against the hard bark. He bent his head down and his muzzle pushed against my cheek. He growled again and I could feel the vibration of the sound against my skin.
“Jacob,” I whispered. “Stop this.”
Fight me.
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.
“What?”
Fight me, Kayla.
How Jacob had known about my mind-reading, I didn’t know and particularly didn’t care about at this point. What I did care about was that he wanted me to fight him.
“You’re my friend,” I spoke quietly and quickly. “I can’t fight you.”
Jacob growled again and I felt his sharp teeth on my skin. Just like the vampire had done. I shuddered at the memory.
I am your enemy. Fight me or die.
“You would kill me?”
I heard nothing from Jacob. He was silent, only his breathing could be heard.
“Jacob, I don’t know if I can.”
Then you must be weak.
“I am not weak!”
Then prove it.
I knew what he was doing. He was provoking me into fighting him. Well, it worked. This fierce snarl ripped from my mouth. I didn’t know I could make that kind of noise. I was quite impressed por it. I whipped my head round, knocking his muzzle away. I kicked him square in the chest, shoving him back. I crouched, waiting for him to attack me. But he crouched, like me, waiting for an attack. I smiled slightly and paced toward him and he copied my exact move. He was grinning at me, I think, his teeth were bared but not in an unfriendly way and the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up. I lunged at him, pushing him backwards. It’s not easy to do this to a lobo like Jacob but I had the element of surprise and the same strength as him. We rolled over backwards together and we came back to the edge of the forest. Jacob picked himself up first and pushed me deeper into the forest. I let him push me back, knowing that we had to keep out of the public eye, but I only let him push me so far before I attack. It’s a lot harder to fight someone when they aren’t in human form. There’s only so much you can do. To solve this little problem I used my new ability. Anything that I could see on the forest floor was suddenly making its way to Jacob like he was a magnet. Rocks, twigs, leaves, anything. Leaves might not seem that dangerous but when they’re heading at you, pointy end first and at a hundred miles an hour, then they’re hazardous. Jacob was trying to dodge these objects but he was too big. The rocks struck his sides and legs and the leaves stuck into his muzzle and back. He growled at me, his eyes narrowed and hard. The items that were on the way to him dropped back to the ground. His eyes scared and surprised me. I had never seen that in him before. Before I had a chance to run, Jacob leaped at me and sent me flying to the ground. He stayed on topo, início of me, two of his huge paws pinning me to ground. I snarled at him. I hated it when people did that. I thrashed under his legs but he had a strong hold on me. His claws dug into my arms and I knew that if continued to struggle he could cut me. But then I remembered that I could heal so did it matter if he cut me? He bent his head low, his muzzle seguinte to my ear. He hissed but it was kind of broken, he hissed at certain intervals. I realised that he was laughing, laughing at my apparent defeat. I snarled again. I was angry. I would not be beaten por a puppy. I saw a heavy looking branch and in my rage I sent it speeding at him and it struck him in the side. He flew off my side and struck a tree, bending it slightly. I sat up and brushed the dirt off my sleeves. I thought he would get back up and come at me again, so I stood up quickly and crouched. I watched him but Jacob didn’t move. He lay still and I could hear his breathing was quiet and shallow. His coração beat steadily but not like before when it had been pounding with the extra adrenaline that ran through his veins with the excitement of a fight.
“Jacob?” I called, fear entering me. “Jacob?”
He still didn’t move. I rushed over to him and knelt at his side. I put a hand on the side that the branch had hit him. It felt warm and wet. I didn’t look at my hand because I already knew what was there. There were no thoughts in his head so he was unconscious. I stroked his face with my other hand, not knowing what to do.
“Jacob,” I whispered. “Wake up.”
His eyes didn’t open, not even flicker.
“WAKE UP!” I screamed at him. “WAKE UP!”