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A long time ago, they all had to ask that question to themselves: the legends, fairy tales, stories you heard as kids… could they all actually be real? Bella asked it after discovering Jacob was a werewolf. Edward likely asked it after Carlisle changed him into a vampire. Jacob himself asked it soon after he phased into a wolf and found out the Quileute legends he stopped paying attention to as a boy were true. Humans. Vampires. Werewolves. A trio of twisting the natural with the supernatural became Jacob’s life. And that struggle between them shaped his life so intensely for that year and a half: fighting with Edward over Bella’s love, trying desperately to save Bella’s human life, clashing with his own clan to defend the vampires he told himself he hated, splintering off into his own pack and leading them as its Alpha, and confronting the Volturi to protect the daughter of the woman he loved. A lot to take in during senior year of high school.

While Jacob was semi-truthfully complained that everything from here on out would be boring, Edward and Bella were relieved that things finally calmed down. One by one, the vampire covens left and like dominoes, the world seemed to fall back into place. The Cullens returned to their their normal lives among Forks, easing back into society with a little more permanence for the time being. The Uley pack and Black pack entered a healing truce and resumed their lives in La Push, still intent on protecting their lands and the people of Forks from rouge vampires that may pose as threat. As for the humans, well… Charlie was and always would be Charlie. Who might even be getting married again in the future. Spring bloomed with everyone settling down into their little happy forevers.

Bella turned 21, chronologically (still eternally miffed she’d forever appear 18 while Edward remained 17), and Jacob turned 20… chronologically.

Happy birthday!

Have a god damn monster.

They didn’t know where it came from, didn’t know what it wanted. All they knew was that the vampires and werewolves at the gathering were suddenly overwhelmed by the stench of brimstone and blood. There was no warning, no detecting from a distance. It was simply and instantly there. Crawling through the group and sending Alice into a trance. But no future came. Only murky and muddy. She said something about a light like a solar eclipse, black in the center with pure white shining around it. Beyond that… nothing. Great. Just what they needed. (Well, Emmet and some of the wolves were a little stoked to finally get some action.) Unwilling to let whatever it was down off the mountain, the coven and packs split up, determined to find the source of the rancid air and end it.

As much as Jacob would have loved to go with Bella, and teased her about doing so, he knew Edward was already taking that reserved spot. Leaving Seth to Leah’s protection and partnership despite the younger wolf’s request to go with him, Jacob partnered with Quil. It… was not easy going. Normally they could use the scent to track and pinpoint the location of their target. But for whatever reason, this thing was everywhere. Not like “a shoulder rubbed to the tree here” and “it brushed past this a few minutes ago” sort. No, this was where some little shit dropped a stinkbomb in school and for weeks you smelled nothing but skunk and rot no matter where you were. It made his eyes water from the bite of it and he demanded that Quil stay close. There was something here that unnerved him.

It sliced through the odor.

Not the sickly sweet of vampires. But something as cool and fresh as the air atop a mountain on a clear, winter day, tinged with metal. Instantly he followed it, moving through the woods on silent feet. This he could track. Hushing Quil behind him, Jacob noiselessly crouched atop a stone, eyes moving to the clearing below.

A man?

What was a man doing here?