Jacob watched Bella silently from the shadows. The bloodsuckers left a few hours ago to hunt, but she opted to stay behind. When drinking blood wasn't a necessity, it didn't seem as fun to hunt down animals and slaughter them with her bare hands. He silently cursed himself for his weakness; here he was, finally alone with the woman he loved, yet he couldn't make himself approach her.

She told everyone about the new Tarnisheds, and how she and the two wolves from the Siberian pack could barely hold him off. Everyone worried now about the new enemy, but only Vincent, Tenzie, and Bella truly grasped how dangerous this new foe was.

The trio trained nonstop since the return, and the Quilete pack, Cullens, and Calca clan had been trained viciously by the Siberian pack. Now, though, Tenzie was off with the rest of the Quilete and Siberian pack, and Vincent was gone with all the vampires. So, only Bella and Jacob remained. Yet, he couldn't approach her.

“Is something wrong, Jake?” Bella asked, not once turning around. She punched at the large bag, sending it flying around wildly before she kicked it as it came back at her. Getting a punching bag had been Albany and Paul's idea, but it seemed they used it the least.

Jacob startled at the sound of her voice. He forgot she could sense him just as well as he could sense her when he first became a werewolf. Stepping forward, he smiled to the best of his ability, aware that his mouth barely twitched.

Bella slowed the bag and turned to face him, her attention immediately directed on him. Had this been a year ago, or even a few months ago, Jacob would have rejoiced at the attention. He still would have, had they not been in a war and Bella's love for Edward not been made known to everyone in the house. What did that leech have that he didn't anyway?

The halfa silently rejoiced that she was finally getting the chance to talk with Jacob. She missed the werewolf immensely, even though they stayed in the same house. He kept his distance from her, no doubt because of Edward, and she hadn't made any effort to get closer to him either. She regretted her distance, but now he apparently tired of the constant dodging and approached her.