Monster

New Moon - Part 2 - rewritten from Jacob's perspective

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Chapter 10: Scared

I heard their voices – or really their thoughts - as soon as I phased.

“He’s back.”

“We know! You don’t have to announce it, Meraz. Give the guy some breathing room!”

“Shove it, Call!

“Silence, guys.”

Sam’s deep and heavy Alpha baritone was unmistakable. Paul and Embry shut up immediately, at least in terms of their conscious thoughts. I could still hear their stream of unconsciousness running faintly in the back of my mind like the buzzing of pesky mosquitos. If I wanted to, I could have zero-ed in and isolated each of their voices to listen to, but I didn’t want to.

“Where have you been, Jake? Are you okay?”

Sam’s voice was softer now, but no less commanding. I sighed, knowing that there was no point in putting off the inevitable. I closed my eyes, an instinctual reaction, as I replayed my memory of last night and this morning,

For a moment, there was silence as the pack absorbed what they had seen. Then, simultaneously, like a loud thunder clap, their minds erupted in reaction. I could hear them all thinking at once and the sudden cacophony of sound gave me an instant migraine.

“Are you f*ing kidding me? You stupid punk! Is she more important than the tribe … “

“Shut up, Meraz. Jake – are you okay? Is Bella okay? …”

“How the hell did the kid get around Sam’s command? Sam’s the Alpha. That’s unbelievable …”

“Guys!” Sam’s Alpha voice intervened again. “Let me talk to Jake”

The other voices died down.

Jake, I told you. This was a bad idea – “

“- I know. But I had to. I couldn’t cause her that much pain. It’s better this way. It really is.”

“Better? Or easier? Those aren’t the same thing.” Sam’s voice was harsh and unrelenting. “It may be easier for you to have Bella know, but I don’t know if it’s better to have dragged her into all of this. You may regret your decision one day. You’ll regret it bitterly if you cause her harm.”

“I know .. I …” my voice faltered. I knew that Sam was right. I had been horribly selfish. I had wanted Bella to know so that she wouldn’t hate me. And so that I could still see her. But if anything happened to her as a result of this, I would never forgive myself.

Sam sighed heavily and shook his head. “What’s done is done. We need a plan going forward-“

“She can help!” I interrupted, eager to share all the new info Bella had shared. “The red-haired leech. Bella knows her. She knows what she wants. Bella can help us.” I quickly replayed my memory of this morning on the beach.

There was a slight pause as Sam processed my memory of everything Bella had told me. “We need to meet now. I want to ask her myself.”

“We’re at First Beach, by the bleached driftwood log.”

“Too many people. Let’s meet in 15 by the logging field. We’ll be in human form.”

With that, I felt the other wolves start to move. If I concentrated, I would be able to see through their eyes at the forest whizzing by them. I would even be able to tell where they were. But instead, I turned back. I knew I needed to prepare Bella. I phased back immediately, threw on my clothes, and jogged back to the beach.

Bella was sitting on the sand, curled up in front of the log, with her arms wrapped around her knees, hugging them closely to her chest. The wind was blowing in from the ocean, making her hair swirl around her shoulders in a playful dance. She seemed tense and she whipped her head around abruptly when she heard the rocks clattering under my feet. Her eyes were wide and frightened until she caught sight of me.

"You're really scared, aren't you?" I asked as I folded myself down next to her.

She nodded mutely. I put my arm around her and pulled her towards me.

"Don't be. We'll take care of you–and Charlie, too. I promise."

"The idea of you finding Victoria is scarier than the idea of her finding me," she admitted with a soft voice.

I smiled ruefully. "You've got to have a little more confidence in us than that. It's insulting."

She shook her head at me with a sad smile and changed the topic. "Where did you go just now?"

I frowned, unsure of what to say. Even if she was theoretically okay about my being a werewolf, I didn’t know if she wanted to hear the technical details of being one.

"What? Is it a secret?"

"Not really. It's kind of weird, though. I don't want to freak you out."

"I'm sort of used to weird by this point, you know,” she teased with a slight jab to my ribs.

I grinned in response. "Guess you'd have to be. Okay. See, when we're wolves, we can… hear each other." Bella’s eyebrows arched. "Not hear sounds," I continued, "but we can hear… thoughts–each other's anyway–no matter how far away from each other we are. It really helps when we hunt, but it's a big pain otherwise. It's embarrassing–having no secrets like that. Freaky, eh?"

There was silence for a moment as she thought about it. "Is that what you meant last night, when you said you would tell them you'd seen me, even though you didn't want to?"

"You're quick."

"Thanks."

"You're also very good with weird. I thought that would bother you.” I gave her an affectionate squeeze.

"It's not… well, you're not the first person I've known who could do that. So it doesn't seem so weird to me."

Bella had gone very still. I looked at her intently. "Really?… Wait–are you talking about your bloodsuckers?"

"I wish you wouldn't call them that."

I laughed uncomfortably. "Okay, whatever. The Cullens, then?"

"Just… just Edward." Bella pulled away from me as she said that. Every time she thought about him – much less mentioned him – her face lost a little of its color and her eyes went blank. And it tugged at my heartstrings, not to mention fueled up my rage at the jerk who did it to her.

"I thought those were just stories,” I said, careful to keep my tone light and neutral. “I've heard legends about vampires who could do… extra stuff, but I thought that was just a myth."

"Is anything just a myth anymore?" she said as she quirked her lips. The moment had passed and she relaxed comfortably at my side again.

"Guess not.” I took a deep breath before I broke the news to her. “Okay, we're going to meet Sam and the others up at the old logging field, near the place where we went to ride our bikes. Are you up for it?"

Bella looked up at me, her eyes an open book, and I could read the conflicted emotions raging inside her. Then she looked away and nodded. So we got up and walked to the Chevy in silence.

Bella started the truck and pulled off the road before saying anything. "So did you just turn into a wolf now, to talk to Sam?"

I nodded. "I kept it real short– I was afraid Sam would tell me I couldn't bring you."

"That wouldn't have stopped me,” she objected hotly.

"Well, it would have stopped me," I said softly and guiltily. "Remember how I couldn't finish my sentences last night? How I couldn't just tell you the whole story?"

"Yeah. You looked like you were choking on something."

I chuckled darkly. "Close enough. Sam told me I couldn't tell you. He's… the head of the pack, you know. He's the Alpha. When he tells us to do something, or not to do something–when he really means it, well, we can't just ignore him."

"Weird," she muttered.

"Very," I agreed. "It's kind of a wolf thing. There's a load of stuff like that–wolf things. I'm still learning. I can't imagine what it was like for Sam, trying to deal with this alone. It sucks bad enough to go through it with a whole pack for support."

"Sam was alone?"

"Yeah." My voice cracked slightly. The memories of the transformation were still too painful to relive. "When I… changed, it was the most… horrible, the most terrifying thing I've ever been through–worse than anything I could have imagined. But I wasn't alone–there were the voices there, in my head, telling me what had happened and what I had to do. That kept me from losing my mind, I think. But Sam…Sam had no help."

Bella stared at the road ahead of her for a long time before replying. “Will they be angry that I'm with you?"

I frowned. "Probably."

"Maybe I shouldn't–"

"No, it's okay," I reassured her. "You know a ton of things that can help us. It's not like you're just some ignorant human. You're like a… I don't know, spy or something. You've been behind enemy lines." I quipped.

Bella frowned. She was unconvinced, so I continued. "Like the stuff about the mind-reading bloodsucker. That's the kind of thing we need to know about. That really sucks that those stories are true. It makes everything more complicated. Hey, do you think this Victoria can do anything special?"

"I don't think so," she hesitated, and then sighed. "He would have mentioned it."

"He?” I asked, momentarily confused. And then I saw her face. “Oh, you mean Edward.” Sh*t. I didn’t mean to say his name. I saw her face go pale again at the sound of it. “Sorry. I forgot. You don't like to say his name. Or hear it." I mumbled as I stared at my hands in my lap, unsure of what to say.

Bella had wrapped her left arm around her midsection, as if she were trying to hold herself together. "Not really, no."

"Sorry."

She sighed. "How do you know me so well, Jacob? Sometimes it's like you can read my mind."

I wish. I chuckled softly. "Naw. I just pay attention."

She gave me a small smile as she pulled onto the little dirt road where we first rode the bikes. "This good?" she asked.

"Sure, sure. The guys will probably come from the woods over there.” Bella pulled over and cut the engine. "You're still pretty unhappy, aren't you?" I murmured softly.

She nodded, staring unseeingly into the gloomy forest. The bad weather had finally rolled in off the ocean, and the morning sunshine had disappeared, leaving behind a foggy dreary depressing mess of clouds.

"Did you ever think… that maybe… you're better off?" I asked gently.

She inhaled slowly, and then let her breath out. “No.”

Jealousy flared through me and I sucked in my breath to keep myself calm. After all that the jerk did to her, she was still pining over him. "'Cause he wasn't the best–"

"Please, Jacob," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper and her eyes looking resolutely away from mine. "Could we please not talk about this? I can't stand it."

“Okay,” I said automatically. I rubbed my temples to try to calm myself down. I saw that she was doing the same. "I'm sorry I said anything."

"Don't feel bad. If things were different, it would be nice to finally be able to talk to someone about it."

I nodded. "Yeah, I had a hard time keeping a secret from you for two weeks. It must be hell to not be able to talk to anyone."

"Hell," she agreed with a small smile. And just like that, the moment was over. His spell had broken and she was back to being the real Bella again. Not the broken shell that he had turned her into. But the real, breathing, living, happy Bella that I knew and loved.

Just then, I heard the sounds of footsteps coming from the forest. I sucked in a sharp breath. The pack was here. It was time to pay the piper.

"They're here. Let's go."

"Are you sure?" Bella asked tentatively as I popped open the door. "Maybe I shouldn't be here."

I hopped out before turning to her with a grin. “They’ll deal with it.” She looked unconvinced. “Who’s afraid of the big, bad, wolf, now?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes at me, but hopped out of the truck and scurried around the front to stand close to me. I could see that her hands were trembling with fear, so I took the one closest to me and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Here we go.”

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