Chapter Title: Prologue

Disclaimer: Neither I nor [DrkAngl376] own Twilight or its characters; we are simply borrowing them for our own amusement, so don't sue.

Chapter Rating: T

Fic Summary: Jacob gets another shot at being happy. He doesn't want it, and neither does Megan, the girl who pushed her way into his circle with full intention of annoying him. But with Victoria's army fast approaching, will they put aside their differences to save The Pack. And why is Bella still the center of the universe? [Jacob/OC] AU starting book 3.

Author's Note: Hello! This is SealedSecrets. DrkAngl376 came up with the idea for this story and I just put it into sentences and chapters. She owns Megan and Jason (and their parents), while I own Sasha, Tina (and her mom), Renaldo, and a few other characters whose sole purpose is to offer a filler paragraph. With that said, we hope you find this enjoyable (or at least plausible) and tell us what you think. Thank you.

The little unsuspecting rabbit scurried across a meadow towards its hole. Midway there the rabbit got a foreboding feeling that consumed its entire little body, then instincts took over and it started sprinting at full speed for hideout. Unfortunately for the creature, what was stalking it was not a mere owl or fox, it was a wolf. A wolf bigger than any that ever existed. A werewolf.

Hunt. Kill. Kill. That was all that was going through Jacob's mind. He felt like a real animal, maybe he was slowly turning into one. That's fine, life's easier like this.

In one pounce he captured his intended prey, killed it, and then swallowed it whole.

He decided that was all he needed for the day...or five days. He thought bitterly to himself. Sneering at the spot the rabbit had just been in moments before; he turned away and started running...again. he had been running for weeks, only stopping a few times along the way to hunt something small, just enough to give him a reasonable amount of energy.

That and I just don't want to eat.

Where he was headed? He had no idea, he just ran. It made him feel light and that life was simple. Whenever he ran he pretended to be the only one on this earth and that his only objective in life was to run. It helped!

He felt a prickle behind his eyelids and blinked the tears away quickly. I was doing fine just now. He did not need to think about that now.

No you weren't. A terrible little voice said in the back of his head

He growled and ran faster. He needed to kill something. He shook his head at the thought.

I'm not a killer

No, but you're slowly turning into one. What happens when you lose touch with your humanity and become an actual wolf? The voice said again

Jacob had been worried about this for a while. Ever since he stopped hearing his brothers' thoughts, he thought that they decided to stop pressuring him into coming back and give him the space he wanted, and then a scary thought crossed his mind. They couldn't have stopped phasing for so long, it's been weeks. Have I lost the connection to them? He didn't know, even though the sound of only his thoughts in his head was refreshing, he worried.

This isn't exactly a good sign.

He skidded to halt beside some trees and looked up at the sky. It was covered in a blanket of orange, red and purple. He could see the stars begin to appear. It was beautiful sight. He lowered his body and lay down under a tree. The fur on his back moved along with the light breeze. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to consume him, he hadn't slept since he left the reservation so he figured sleep would come easy.

Oh, how wrong he was!

She stalked through his every thought; her words echoed in his mind endlessly and no matter what he tried to think about or focus on anything else everything lead him back to her. It was pathetic, he knew, but he couldn't help it. After sharing so much with each other, how could she throw him away like that? The thought made no sense to him. How could anyone open up so much to someone else then act as if it had never happened. Does she not feel anything? Is she at all bothered by what she had done? Does she ever think about his feelings for once? He figured out that Bella had been using him, in a way, to get over her pain over the leach. And that she had always been thinking of her blood sucker, not him.

He inhaled a lungful of air and let it out loudly. He wished he could just roll over and die. Or if there was a way to switch off "feelings", that would have been great.

He sighed as best he could in wolf form and let a tear slide out of his eye, then put his paws over his eyes and prayed for a dreamless sleep.