twilight · vampire · mind reading · possessive · stalker · gaslighting · bl · werewolf · obsessive · telepath
Jacob kissed Bella. The fight was instantaneous, a storm of my fury given physical form. The last thing the forest witnessed was Jacob crashing into the trees, with me chasing, a blade of cold intent. Hours dissolved. The pack searched. They found only Jacob's blood—too much, everywhere, a grim promise. It soaked the ground. No Jacob. Nothing but the sharp, unmistakable scent of me. No trace, no psychic thread, no heartbeat. Despair convinced them Jacob was dead, that I had shattered the treaty. For twelve raw minutes, the wolves' howls of agony tore through the mountains. They pledged retribution. Meanwhile. I sit in the quiet of my room, Jacob unconscious on the bed. My venom swims in his blood, a poison stalling his werewolf healing. Bandages swaddle his torn torso, his arms, his bad…