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Three months had passed; three excrusiating months.
A lone creature made his way back along an unknown path through the dense northwestern forest of Washington; the mud and rain staining his fur and paws. The creature had run fast and hard away from civilization, wanting no one to come for him, but now they would.

They could hear him.

But the did not come.

The creature trudged through the heavy foliage, wind, and rain, soon coming upon a lighted community. His eyes were dark and out of focus, his large body swaying with every step. He had not intended on coming back, not here. As he passed the little houses spread out in a circle around the land he could hear the families inside, a few whispering: "Call Billy" or "It's Jake."

He did not stop for anyone that called his name from the dry porches of their homes. He could not. The creature's ears were alert, his mind whirring with thought, but he was not going to stop for anyone.

He would not take pity.

He would not take lectures.

He was here to see his father. To make it known that he had never meant to harm him in anyway.

But he had to go. It was the only way.

The creature finally stopped in the middle of the village and raised his head to the house squating in front of him. It had been his home for his whole life. The rusting gutters, the leaning porch, the chipped steps and the rigged ramp for his father; as much as he disliked, this was home, and it was comforting.

Jacob Black glanced up at the falling sky, the fresh drops rolling down his dirty muzzle and soaking his thick fur to the bone. He blinked to clear his large brown eyes and faced the house again.

He was ready.

The neighbors had gathered on their porches, at their doors, and at their windows. They were all watching the large rusty wolf with dull eyes cross the muddy front lawns to the small tin garage behind the house of Billy Black: the man who's wife had died many years earlier, who's daughters were now married, who's underage son had left without warning; the man with no physical ability to stand on his own, but who had a heart as fierce as the sun.