©Jacob Black

Hey, I’m Jacob Black - but one may refer to me as Jake, if you’re a friend. I have always lived here at La Push in Washington State with my dad, Billy, ever since I was born. The entire Quileute tribe is my family, as far as I’m concerned. They kinda make up for my mother’s death, I guess; not to mention they fill the emptiness left by my sisters, as they’ve both moved on to bigger and better things. Let’s see, as of now... I’m finishing up my junior year in high school - just a few months left then I’m free for the summer.
I guess I should start explaining myself, huh? Hmm, well, I first began to experience changes a few years back; I suspected the worst of everyone, sad to say... A short pessimistic stage, one could call it. I didn’t even want to be around the best of friends (mainly Bella). Needless to say, it was one of the most crucial periods of my life.
My transfiguration into a werewolf was just beginning. Yes, you heard right: I’m a werewolf, along with the rest of my pack: Sam, Paul, Jared, Embry, and Quil. Sam is, for lack of a better word, the leader, or alpha of our pack. Our job is to protect our land from those leeches; we’re not hesitant when it comes to ending lives, if it means guarding our secret. Our biggest threat, the hazard that sets us all on edge... the Cullens. All seven of them. Remember the treaty, you filthy, good-for-nothing blood-suckers.
The transformation happened about a year ago, after the Cullens left Washington. It was pure heaven without them, especially Edward. Leech left her high and dry. I knew there’s no such thing as a good vampire. Anyhow, I was at the movies with Bella and her supposed-friend, Mike Newton. I don’t particularly like the guy, but I thought it was good for Bells to be out and around people, for once. After that, I gave her the cold shoulder. It was part of the pessimistic stage that I mentioned earlier, don’t worry. It’s all good.
My pack had to deal with two vampires, during the time; one of which was demolished soon after. Being separated from Bella was killing me inside, so I just had to tell her. Actually, she kind of figured it out on her own, which isn’t, technically, against the rules. Well, she did have some help from your’s truly, but we won’t discuss that. After all, I couldn’t just leave her hangin’. I’m just a nice guy like that. Surprisingly, Bella didn’t take the news the way I had thought she would. She’s such a good sport - most of the time.
“ Once you go pack, you never go back .”
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We soon figured out that the other vampire that was roaming around was after Bella. I did my best to protect her from those leeches, but she just ended up running back to them, once one of them showed up at her house, unexpectedly. Can someone please explain to me how that works? Ugh. I guess she’ll have to learn her lesson on her own, someday.
Now, you see, just recently - er, not too long ago - my pack had to form a temporary alliance with those leeches, all seven of them! Don’t bother asking. It was nauseating, to say the least. I mean, we had to put up with their stench for what seemed like forever.
Anyhow, after agreeing not to tear them apart, limb by limb, the ex-soldier showed us some combative moves that we were to use against those newborns. Figures it was all Victoria’s doing. She was a sorry excuse for a vampire, if you ask me. She deserved to die.
On with my story: I guess I shouldn’t mention the tent incident, but I think I’m going to, because I can. You see, Bella was cold and hypothermic, etc. etc. and her leechboy couldn’t help her. I’ll never forget that day. We were so close - physically, of course. I just wish that vampire wasn’t there during our time together. Needless to say that I got Bells warmed up real good. That vampire was just burning with jealousy. It was priceless.
Not to mention that she kissed me! Twice. The first time was kinda spontaneous, I guess. I think she just needs a little practice. Surely kissing a werewolf is way different from making out (insertGAGhere) with a lifeless corpse. Yeah, yeah, she punched me. I’m sure you all know that by now. Well, she should’a known that she’d get hurt in the process. She should have let me kiss her hand to make it better. After all, my kisses are pretty magical.
(Yeah yeah, I know I need to update my bio. Quit bugging me about it. I'll get to it, just sit tight.)
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