A/n: Sorry for having not updated in a while! It was due to both being ill for a bit, and for lazyness. Forgive me, I've been a complete and utter a**, I hope all of you will still continue to read my fics. Well, enjoy chapter five!

Chapter Five:

Not knowing what to do, time continued to tick by as he sat and watched the sleeping pup on his bed with worried eyes. Turning his gaze towards thew alarm clock on his nightstand, it read ten forty-six. It was late, and his father had told him it was best if he slept off the panic that consumed him.

Biting his lip, the young Native looked back at the wolf cub and sighed in defeat, massaging his closed eyes in frustration. He took a single pillow from the bed of his currently occupied by the four legged creature, and then let it fall to the floor. Strolling over to the door, he switched off the lights and laid on the cold floor, not that it felt all that cold to him thanks to his body temperature.

Cool hair brushed against his face, he could feel it. It felt nice. Green eyes fluttered open, a soft glaze tinting them from sleep. Looking around, he wondered where he was. The room didn't look at all familiar. It wasn't Bella's, and It certainly wasn't his, seeing as he didn't really own a bed. So, then whose?

Lifting his head slightly he whimpered in slight pain that was caused by the tight and sore muscles of his neck. Letting his eyes roam about, he took in that the room was tidy, but not extremely so, and that it was a boy's room due to the bed sheets and boxer shorts thrown on the floor.

Was he in danger of some sort? Noticing the bandages around him, he decided that no, he wasn't in danger, he was safe. Scrunching up his nose, he tried to remember something...something...something that was very important. What was it?

Hearing the click of a door, he turned his head and stiffened upon seeing Jacob Black in nothing but a small towel around his waist. Oh that's right! Black was the one that saved him. How in hell could he have forgotten such a thing?

"Hey little guy!" Jacob grinned upon seeing that the pup was awake and eying him. He plopped down beside the bronze wolf pup and started forward to pet him when the wolf snapped its jaws. He jerked his hand back, eyes wide and slightly confused. The grin returned to the Natives face. "So little Bit has teeth eh?" He chortled in amusement.

Edward frowned at the nickname. Bit? He's got to be kidding me. It was torture enough to be a wolf, but now he was under the care of his enemy. Not only because the boy was a mutt, but because this particular mutt wanted to take away his Bella. Not that he was succeeding, but he'd tried. That was enough to keep him snarling at the boy.

Rolling his eyes, Jacob darted his hand forward ignoring the snapping, warning, jaws. Of course when the teeth sunk into his hand, he flinched but held still.

Blood gushed into his mouth and he was sure he'd lavish in it. He was dead wrong. It tasted horrible! Well, not horrible per say, but bad. It wasn't delicious like before. Great. Stupid wolf body. Shouldn't wolves like blood? If they did, well something was wrong with him.

Wait. Something was already wrong with him. He's a vampire turned wolf. Oh yes, definitely wrong. Damn witch named...whatever, was going to pay.

Edward pulled back and spat out the red liquid, stiffening when he felt fingers run through the fur atop his head. As the fingers continued to stroke his fur, he relaxed. It actually felt good. He rested his head in his paws and let the wonderful feeling wash through him. His thoughts began to reel and he suddenly felt slightly guilty for having bitten Jacob. The boy did save him after all, that could make up for having tried to steal his Bella in the past. Yes, he'd forgive the boy. For now at least; those fingers did feel marvelous on him.

Chuckling, Jacob smiled. He didn't care that his hand still had remaining blood on it, staining the wolf's fur. The wound was healed, it didn't hurt, and the pup seemed to like being pet. His little Bit appeared slightly bipolar didn't he? Bitting him one minute and the next succumbing to his touch.

Well, at least he seems to be feeling better. He smiled affectionately. After a few seconds, the wolves laboring breath turned even, instantly making the young Black think he was asleep. Removing his hand from the wolves back, went to wash his hand to rid himself of the dry red liquid. Walking back into the room, he saw green eyes staring back at him curiously.

"I thought you were asleep." Jacob smiled impishly as he scratched the back of his head.

Edward continued to watch as the young werewolf shot him a smile before he went in search for his clothes in drawer. The young werewolf slipped on a dark green boxers and slipped on a black tank-top. Green eyes stared at the Native's back and Edward tilted his head to the side wondering if the skin revealed to him seemed as smooth as it looked as the boy slipped on the shirt.

Blinking, Edward reeled back in shock. He did not just think what he thinks he though. But he did, and it terrified him. What the hell is wrong with me? Much to his disappointment and also thankfully Jacob slipped on a white tank-top. Damn, that hardly hid any flesh at all.

"So Bit, you feeling better?" Jacob asked paying attention to the wolf on his bed. When the wolf merely tilted its head, ears flopped to one side, he barked a laugh. His dark eyes shinned as he looked at the wolf. The pup was just so adorable. Bright green eyes looked at him curiously and he shook his head.

"It's nothing Bit. But I'm happy to see that you look better than you did a while back." He said and Edward frowned, brows furrowing in deep thought. Was this the same Jacob he knew? He...certainly wasn't acting like it. It was because he was a wolf wasn't it?

"I bet you're hungry. I'll be right back Bit, wait right there." And Edward did wait, but not because he was told. In truth, he hadn't even heard Jacob's parting words as he was too lost in thoughts, his thoughts wound up tightly about his little mishap.

Far away a blond chuckled lightly as she stared into a pond as it reflected the images of her work. Things would only progress from now on out. She had no doubt about that.