Monsters Of Moonlight

Chapter Eight

His Moon

Jacob Ephraim Black

For as long as Jacob could remember, his life had orbited his love for his family, his love for cars and his love for his home. Never once had he ever considered even stepping a single toe out of La Push and Forks, even as a child it felt like a crime to even think of such a thing, his ancestral blood literally ran through the earth he was born and raised on, like his father he would live and die upon his tribe's land - La Push was his home, no where else.

That was until a few days after he turned nine years old. Jacob remembered having a small party with his friends in the backyard, Embry, Quil and himself setting up a few blankets in the tree branches above his small treehouse, with packets full of snack, pillows, blankets and three large torches taking up the space of the small structure. They had planned to spend the night there, telling ghost stories and being as brave as the warriors his father used to tell them about during the tribe's bon fires.

Jacob had never been hung up on the old traditions and legends his father taught them, but as the son of the chief, he was fluent in their native language and knew the stories as well as some of the elders.

He remembered the three of them running from the house with a container of cookies they had stolen from his mother, something she had made for some guests they were expecting that day - not that he really cared at the time, all he cared about was the fact that his mother had made his favourite cookies and hated heights so she wouldn't be likely to follow the three of them up the tree.

He had been half way down the veranda steps when he heard the sounds of his father's closest friend's police cruiser, as a child, his immediate though was that his mother had found out that he stole her cookies and called Charlie to take him to jail for cookie theft. Instinctually, he sprinted down the rest of the steps and hid behind a large pine besides his house, praying that Embry hadn't already spent all the birthday money his grandmother had given him a few months ago, so that he could bail him out.

To his surprise though, his parents walked out of the house, Charlie stepping out of his car with a tired smile, dark bags under his eyes and hair a bit messy before telling them to stay where they were and moved towards the passenger side of the car. From the angle he was watching from, he could only see the officer bending down, clearly speaking with the person still hidden behind the cruisers tinted windows before a relieved smile spread across his face, a small figure grabbing his hand and stepping out of the vehicles, clutching his leg as they hid behind him.

"Just try to be a bit slow with her, she's still a bit skittish." The cop had warned.

He had tried to itch a bit closer to the group when his mother spotted him, giving him a scolding look as she noticed the container in his hand before beckoning him over.

He still couldn't see the person hidden behind Charlie as he stood besides his parents, that was until Charlie whispered something to the stranger, gently tugging the small tanned hand clutching his pants and pulling them in front of him.

Jacob swore his jaw had never dropped so quickly, his heart beating so fast that he thought it would burst out of his chest and his head becoming light - he swore he was going to faint like the ditzy girls in the chic flicks his sister had made him watch.

Stood before him, hiding in Charlie's arms, was the most stunning thing he had ever seen. A small girl with long, curly raven hair, dark almond cheeks and large, blinding sliver eyes watched himself and his parents wearily through thick, long hooded lashes, her large pink lips pushed anxiously together and dainty fingers digging her nails into the soft skin of her palms.