There was something inside of me that died with his cruel words and a bigger part that died when he didn’t come back. I realized that I was missing him. Missing our fights, the same broken heart bond we shared with one another. In a way, he knew me better than anyone, even Sam. We had gone through the same thing and we treated everyone around us in the same way. Pathetic, cruel…sad. I had to find him. I don’t know what drove me to go look. Sam didn’t say anything about it, in fact he hardly phased at all. Embry and Quil made remarks about it, but like Jacob I ignored them and focused on nothing but finding him. He was the loudest voice in my head these days. Even when he tried not to think for the others, I heard him. I heard what they couldn’t and I blocked that from them. They shouldn’t get to hear what was mine and mine alone.

I finally found him in the middle of nowhere. The proud stance he once walked with was gone and his head was bowed in defeat. His thick coat, once beautiful, was covered in grime and tangled with twigs, leaves, and thorns. He was bone thin. I watched him from a distance at first, observing him. Curiosity and anger was forefront in his mind. Anger at me for coming and curiosity because he wanted to know the reason. Finally, I stepped from my hiding place in front of him. He eyed me warily and snarled.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Dragging your ass back, I growled back, crouching down in a fighting stance that matched his.

He growled, no, roared at me. I’m not going back. I’m done.

No you aren’t! I wasn’t allowed to lay down and die, neither should you!

Another growl. You don’t understand.

Hah! You’re a piece of work, Jacob Black.

I was getting angry now. Truly angry. Who was he to decide what happened to him? The same thing happened to me and here I was, trying to function at least. I wasn’t going down, not without a fight. I would claw through life if I had to. I would have to, if he didn’t come back with me. He was mine.