My knuckles rap against the cottage's door. I take a whiff. I can't smell her. My pound harder. Finally Bella opens the door.
    "Jacob!" She has her 'angry mom' look plastered on her face.
    "Where is she?" My voice is low and gruff, my throat throbbing.
    "She's out with her friends, Jacob." Bella turns away into the warmth of her cottage, then turns back. "Can we do this later?"
    "Today was supposed to be our day. You get her the rest of the week, I get her on Sundays." I narrow my eyes onto the blur behind her. "Bella? What is going on?"
    "She's out with her friends, Jacob. I don't know what to tell you. She's a teenager now! Jacob we need to do this later." I put my hand against the door, stopping it before she can close it.
    "Just tell me where she is."
    "Jacob," Bella warns. Her eyes flickering.
    "Please. I'll leave you alone."
    "Fine, the beach. But leave her be. It's one of the last days of summer b-." I don't hear the rest. I just start running, heart pumping, pulse racing. When I break through the trees clearing, the Cullen's house looming above, Leah Clearwater was revving the motorcycle's engine.
    "The beach." Two words. Eight letters, one space. My body flings onto the motorcycle, the buzz rippling throughout my body. We shoot forward. The beach isn't far but we make it there faster than we had ever before, Seth running along the tree line, curious as to what we are doing. We pause at the cliff, Sam and some of the new boys arguing over who would jump first. Seth changes, trotting up behind the motorcycle. Leah rolls her eyes, lunging off the motorcycle.
    "I'll go first, if none of you weaklings will." Just like that all the boys start whooping, and shouting. Leah pulls her jeans and shirt off, taking a running start before back flipping straight into the glistening water below. The boys jump on top of one another, play fighting and cheering. Sam just watches the water, until Leah's head pops up out of the water. Although he would never admit it, I can tell he's relieved to know she didn't die while showing off.
    "I'm gonna go check on Nessie," I can tell that I am the odd one out.
    "You're always 'checking on Nessie'," groans Nick, a new wolf. "You need to get out more, not just to see to see 'Nessie'." Nick laughs as if it's the funniest thing in the world. Sam's jaw clenches, as his massive hands cup the side of Nick' face as he claws him off the cliff.
    "Jacob's imprinted. If any of you get as lucky as him, you're blessed. Nessie is protected by this pack, if you don't like then suck it up," announced Sam his eyes blaring into the boys. "Now shut up and start jumping scaredy-cats." The boys howl, pushing each other off he cliff or jumping in, to avoid getting pushed. Sam walks up to me though. "Hey Jacob. Sorry about Nick, the kid doesn't learn too quick."
"No, don't worry about it. I get it, I gonna go, now." Sam nods.
"But he is kind of right. You never get out except for Nessie. We miss you brother." I nod curtly but drive off quick. I follow the highway staring at Nessie the entire way. The way she sits slouched, her shoulders hunched. Listening to that Bailey Crawley blasting her mouth about a guy named Adam. I am only drawn out of my trance by Bailey shrieking that I am a stalker. I listen harder.
"It's that guy again! He's always wherever you are! You told me his name once. What was it?"
    "Jacob?"
    "Yeah, he's always his motorcycle. Ugh, he's so weird. You have a stalker, Nessie! We should call the police."
    "Bailey, I told you. He's my Uncle."
    "Really! That's nasty."
    "No, like my uncle. Not related but like you know, I call him uncle."
    "It's still weird, Nessie. Oh my god, Nessie! We have to go shopping." Anger boils and scolds under my skin, but I have to control it. Just a little farther until I am able to change. Uncle. Uncle! I make my motorcycle go faster the burning under my touch. Uncle!