This is a lot of exposition. It was necessary for me to get the story set up in the way I want. Some things are different, like Bella and Edward aren't mates. Rosalie and Emmett aren't mates, just best friends. Beyond that, you'll see! This is a prologue, so it is going to be very short, and very much a reskin of New Moon. Please work with me here. Reviews are welcome.

Bella followed Edward calmly into the woods. The set of his shoulders showed he was more tense than Bella had seen him in a long time. His stiff gait reminded her of their first class of Biology together. Suddenly, he spun around and faced her. "We're leaving," Edward said. "We've been pushing our stay here too long. " Bella's mind raced as she struggled to catch up.

"We?" She asked, confused. "We're leaving?" What does he mean? Where are we going?

"Yes, we." He paused, stelling himself. "My family. We're leaving." Bella's mind raced. Edward was leaving her. His family? They told me I was like family... "I'm sorry to tell you like this. I've been considering our breakup for a while. I just don't think we're a good fit. We're too different." Edward was leaving. Alice and her husband Jasper were leaving. Rosalie, who never liked Bella anyways, was leaving. Emmett the big bear of a man she loved like a brother, was leaving. Esme and Carlisle, her surrogate parents, they were leaving. Edward, who said he would love her forever, was leaving. She felt her dreams disappearing. She had always imagined her future with the Cullens. She had looked forward to becoming one of them, no matter how dangerous they might be.

"What did I do? Just tell me, please. I can fix it."

Edward's face softened. He put a cool hand on her face and moved his thumb gently down her chin. Her heart broke. "Nothing. You did nothing wrong. I couldn't risk your life anymore. After Jasper almost attacked you, we all knew this was the right thing to do. Also..." He looked at her, sadness etched into his face. "Vampires mate for life Bella. There's nothing we can do to fight those feelings." He hesitated. " Your blood calls to me, that's true. But I've lived in the heads of my family and experienced true mating feelings through them. Alice and Jasper? Carlisle and Esme? Their feelings are undeniable. Mine for you? They're just not as strong. It's a sign I've been trying to ignore for a long time." He sighed heavily. "I love you, Bella, I do. But we weren't meant to last forever."

Bella nodded. "Okay." She looked everywhere except for his face. The woods were dark, even though it was four in the afternoon. "Okay. Can I-Can I say goodbye to everyone else?"

Edward looked down sadly. "They're already gone. I hung behind to say goodbye." He leaned forward, and for a moment Bella thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he put his hand on her shoulder. It felt patronizing.

"Why did it take you so long to realize?"

"You're my singer, Bella. It was hard to separate that from the pull of a mate." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I'm so sorry. It would have been so much better if we had never met." He didn't wait for a response. His darkened eyes held hers for one long moment before he took off into the forest, running away with her hopes and her future.

Bella tried to walk back towards her house, but her feet betrayed her. She stumbled over one root, then another, and then another. She was being destroyed in body as well as mind. She finally laid down on the ground, curled up in the smallest shape she could. He had left. He had left her alone. Edward didn't love her, and she wasn't sure how she could have let herself believe that he did anyways. It was over.

Bella walked with Jacob. He had been her sun, and he had abandoned her. She didn't understand how he could do such a thing, but she had refused to allow it to last any longer. Bella had stormed to his house, pounded on his door, and demanded to see him. After his sickness, she had expected him to be home alone. Imagine her surprise when he was home with all his new, admittedly huge, friends. Jacob planted himself in front of her and spun around, blocking her exit. She was reminded of Edward doing the exact same thing, months ago. "Why are you here Bella?"

"Why am I here?" Bella snapped. "What happened to you? Ten days ago, you were Sam's biggest critic. You were my best friend. Now you're his lapdog and I'm a pariah? What does he have on you?"

"You don't know anything about him." Jake mumbled back, wringing his hands. "He's a good guy."

"Sure. He's such a good guy that he stole my best friend from me." Bella shot back. "Such a great great guy, isn't he?" Bella turned away. "I'm so glad that the Beast of the rez is your new best friend. So does that make you the Beauty?"

Jacob put one heavy hand on Bella's shoulder, making her look directly into his eyes. The dark circles under his eyes almost made him look like a vampire, but she could feel the heat of his hand burning through her shirt. He was too hot on her skin, and he leaned too close to her. Bella marveled at how much taller Jacob suddenly seemed, like he'd put on three inches since she last saw him. She put that thought out of her mind. No one puts on three inches in three weeks. "You don't know what you're talking about. Quit insulting him." Jacob snarled. He was shaking like there was a live wire inside him. "Get out of here. You don't belong here anymore." His face no longer resembled the sweet face Bella had spent the last few months with. Instead, she saw a hard, angled face that she didn't even know. "Go home, Bella." He elbowed past her as he made his way back to his house.

Bella walked slowly back to her truck. She shivered as the temperature dropped and the drizzle, which was never far away, began again. Bella stumbled as she got closer to the truck, adding insult to injury. She climbed into it, running her hand over the hole where a radio should be. She felt the gaping hole within herself expand. She put her head down on the steering wheel. She didn't know how long she had sat there when a sharp rap on the window made her jump. Bella looked up and saw Billy's weathered face peeking at her. She rolled down her old window slowly.

"Bella, you should head home. I told Charlie to expect you." If it wasn't for the pity on his face, Bella might not have left. Instead, she nodded, rolled up her window, and turned the truck on. The comforting roar soothed her on the way home.

Charlie's face told Bella she needed to fix her face. He looked fearful, and Bella was sure she looked just like she had after Edward left. "Oh honey," he wrapped his arms around her. He was tense like he expected her to cry and didn't know how he was going to handle it.

"It's okay, dad. I'm okay." She leaned away from him. "Jacob and I just had an argument."

"Are you two going to be okay?" His concern was painful.

"I'm not sure yet." Bella refused to look at him again, afraid the concern would make her break. "I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, good night." He sounded worried.

Bella climbed the stairs slowly. Once the door was closed, she dropped down onto her bed, clothes and shoes still on. The blankets wrinkled under her, and she waited for sleep to come. It didn't.

Bella stared blankly into the darkness. A small tap broke the silence. She ignored it, assuming it was a tree branch in the wind. She heard another tap and another. The third was louder, more insistent. Bella finally rolled from bed. She looked outside, where a huge shadow was in her tree. Bella opened the window and leaned out it.

"Hey Bells!" A voice called. "Back up, I'm coming in!"

Bella barely had time to back up before Jacobs huge frame swung through the window. "What the fuck, Jacob?" Bella tried to growl. Instead, it came out flat, like a poorly delivered line in a B movie.

He swept her up in his arms. "I am so sorry." He held her too tight. She worried that her ribs would crack. He was so warm. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I just, there are things I have to do."

"What does that even mean?" She struggled in his grasp, and he let go of her.

"I can't tell you."

"You can't tell me? Then why are you here?"

"I promised I wouldn't hurt you and I wouldn't leave you." He grimaced. "I didn't do a great job with that first part, but I'm still here."

"Great. Thanks. I'm really happy to see you. If you can't tell me, then what is the point?"

"I can't tell you, but you can figure it out."

"Excuse me?" She looked confused.

"Yeah!" His face lit up, and Jacob looked just like he had before his unexplained sickness. "You can figure it out. I can't tell you now, but I've told you already!"

"What can't you tell me? Why can't you tell me?"

"I'm not allowed."

Bella grimaced. "Let me guess, your new best friend Sam said it's not allowed."

Jacob began to shake. He closed his eyes tight, clasped his hands together, and breathed deeply. The shaking stopped. "It's not what you think Bella. It's not what I thought. Please." He ran his hands through his cropped hair. "Do you remember the first day we spent on La Push beach after you came back?"

"Of course, I do."

"I told you stories. Old myths about where we came from, the Quileute's."

"Yes, stories about the cold ones."

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Not just that story, Bella."

"Not just that one…" Her voice trailed off, and his shaking began again.

"I have to go. Think about it. Come see me when you do? Please?" He didn't wait for an answer. Jacob leaned backwards and fell out the window. Bella ran to it and looked down, expecting to see his broken body. Instead, she saw him jogging away and waving behind him. Her heart raced, the momentary fear taking a minute to subside. She sat back on her bed, leaning against the headboard and wondering what Jacob had meant.

Bella remembered the stories about the cold ones. The Cullen's had been cold ones. Vampires. But what did Jacob mean? Where the Quileute's had come from? Bella tried to remember, but her exhaustion was too much. She fell into a dreamless sleep late in the morning. Bella finally woke up around noon, exhaustion still heavy on her shoulders. She got up, dragged to the bathroom, and began brushing her teeth. Ten seconds in, the truth hit her. She dropped her toothbrush, toothpaste bouncing on the sink and floor. Bella ran from the bathroom, down the stairs and missed the last step. She stumbled but kept her speed up as she ran out of the house, grabbing her keys as she went. She slammed the door behind her and began the drive to The Rez.

Jacob met her at the door, his face shining as if her sun had never truly left. He was so hopeful, she couldn't help but smile. He ran out and picked Bella up, spinning her around. He set her on the ground. "You remembered, right? That's why you're here!"

"Wolves? You're wolves?" Bella was cautious. Jacob read her emotions, and he slowed down.

"Is that, is that okay?" He tried not to shake, but Bella could see the trembling begin.

"It's fine, but why are you guys killing people?"

Jacob stopped trembling abruptly, the shock stopping whatever was wrong with him. "Killing people?"

"The disappearing hikers!" Bella slapped his chest. "How could you?" She pushed against him, but he didn't move. Bella simply pushed herself back a step.

"We're not doing that! It's a red-headed vamp." Jacob laughed, then hugged her again. "I'm so happy you figured it out. Come on, let's go!" He shoved her into the passenger side of the truck while her mind raced.

"Jacob, wait!" He stopped with one leg in the driver's side door. "Jacob, I know who the vampire is."

He pulled himself the rest of the way in. "Who is she?"

"Her name is Victoria. If she's here, it's for me."

Jacob began trembling again. He inhaled sharply. Control seemed about to escape him. She placed her hand on his, which seemed to be in danger of snapping her truck's fragile steering wheel. He looked at her. "Okay, okay. Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

He smirked at her. "I want you to meet the guys. Well, you're gonna meet some of the guys again." He smiled so hard Bella couldn't help but smile back. "Also, they need to know what you just told me."

They pulled into an empty lane and jumped out of the truck. There was no one on either side of the road that she could see. Jacob jumped out and yelled, "Hey guys! Come out!" It didn't seem to Bella that there was anyone on either side of the road. Within a minute, however, Quileute's started pouring out of the woods.

Sam came out first, wearing only a pair of jean shorts. "Jacob, what have you done? How did you-"

"I didn't, Sam!" Jacob threw his hands up, smiling. "She figured it out!"

Quil and Emery came out next, followed by Paul. They all met in the middle of the road, Bella staying by Jacob's side. Sam laughed, the tension melting from his face. "I am honestly impressed."

"Why can't you ever listen?" Paul shoved past Quil and Embry, leaning into Jacob's face. Jacob began trembling, but Paul was absolutely shaking. "I don't care who your grandfather was! It's not your decision!"

"Paul, calm down!" Sam shouted, but it was too late. Paul burst into a wolf in front of Jacob. He pushed past him, while Jacob's strong arms tried to keep Paul away from her. A sharp pain told Bella he was unsuccessful. Jacob shoved forward, turning into a wolf as far from Bella as he could. He slammed Paul into the woods, and they disappeared in a hail of fur and snapping branches.

Bella stepped towards the spot the boys disappeared. She tripped over her own feet, and Quil caught her. "It's okay Bella, it's not that bad."

"What's not that bad?" She looked down at her arm, where the blood flowed freely. She looked back up at Quil, and muttered, "oh," before she passed out. Blood never was her strong suit.

Bella woke up on a couch in an unfamiliar house. She sat up quickly, and her head spun. A young, beautiful woman was in front of her. The serious look on the woman's face made Bella's heart race. "Jacob," the woman called softly. Bella is awake. The woman turned her head as Jacob came into the living room. Bella could see three long scratches that marred the side of her beautiful face. Sharp cords of scar tissue stood out from the rest of her face. Bella wondered what had happened to her.

"Bella," Jacob's voice dripped with relief, and something else she couldn't figure out. "I'm glad you're awake. I'm so sorry. Sam told us we're too dangerous, but I couldn't keep away from you."

"I'm okay. It's not that bad, is it?" Bella's arm was wrapped in gauze. She was reminded of her last happy day with the Cullen's before an injury to herself had ruined everything.

"Honey, it's not that bad at all." The beautiful woman said. "Hi, I'm Emily. I've had something similar happen to me." She ran her absentmindedly fingers across her scars. Her tight-lipped smile told Bella they were keeping something from her.

"What is it? I've got plenty of scars. I'm not worried about these ones." Bella touched the cold scar on her hand. She looked from Jacob to Emily. "What aren't you telling me?"

Jacob reached for Bella's hand, looking like he was about to burst into tears. Emily took over. "Bella, the Quileute's inherit their shifting." Bella nodded. "These scars," she motioned to her face, "are from getting scratched by a wolf. Paul bit you."

"So?" Jacob hung his head down low.

"We're like the Cullens in one way," Jacob whispered so low Bella could barely hear him. "If we bite people, we can turn them. It's a helpful trait, just in case the vampire threat is too large for a small tribe to handle. I am so sorry Bella."

"So, what are you saying?"

Sam walked in. "When a shifter bites a human, there is a chance they'll turn into a shifter, just like us."

"A chance?" Bella repeated. "That's good, right?"

Jacob left the room, unable to stay for the next part. "Bella," Sam said, gently as he could. "The fever has already started. You're going to become a shifter too.

I hope you feel like this has promise. It's an idea I've been toying with, while finally updating my other stories. If there is interest, I'll continue this one too.