Edge of Town [Friday, Evening]
Jacob was out on the border of the bayou once again. This was getting to be quite a routine. He pulled his t-shirt over his shoulders, and shrugged, loosening up in preparation even though it was really totally unnecessary.
He had always been the least accepting of the pack of their transformation. The complete lack of choice in the matter had always got to him, but by now he'd come to the point of acceptance. With the Pack mind a distant echo, he could almost forget. He'd learned a certain amount of mental discipline, especially when it came to certain things.
It was getting easier. To balance the desire to phase, to run, with the need to play normal. It was all working.
Jake had never expected that it would.
It was in no way something he was able to give up. Not yet. He had control, he didn't even have to think about managing the werewolf temper anymore. Phasing was still necessary, but simply as an outlet for his excess energy, rather than a reaction to the vampires he knew were still out there.
The vampires, who had undoubtedly broken the pact, adding a new member to their ranks. Jake clenched his trembling hands. reflexively at the thought. Bella.
He forced himself not to think about her. For the most part it worked, and worked well. He'd moved on from that. It still drove him crazy that his best friend would-- ... But he'd long ago given up on being able to change her mind.
One day he would go back to La Push. He'd have to. That day just hadn't come yet.
With one last glance around him, he allowed the ripple of his shaking hands to travel over his body, forcing his phase before he put in a burst of speed and ran deeper into the cover.
[[ooc: Large wolf sightings can be reported. That it's Jake, NFB.]]
He had always been the least accepting of the pack of their transformation. The complete lack of choice in the matter had always got to him, but by now he'd come to the point of acceptance. With the Pack mind a distant echo, he could almost forget. He'd learned a certain amount of mental discipline, especially when it came to certain things.
It was getting easier. To balance the desire to phase, to run, with the need to play normal. It was all working.
Jake had never expected that it would.
It was in no way something he was able to give up. Not yet. He had control, he didn't even have to think about managing the werewolf temper anymore. Phasing was still necessary, but simply as an outlet for his excess energy, rather than a reaction to the vampires he knew were still out there.
The vampires, who had undoubtedly broken the pact, adding a new member to their ranks. Jake clenched his trembling hands. reflexively at the thought. Bella.
He forced himself not to think about her. For the most part it worked, and worked well. He'd moved on from that. It still drove him crazy that his best friend would-- ... But he'd long ago given up on being able to change her mind.
One day he would go back to La Push. He'd have to. That day just hadn't come yet.
With one last glance around him, he allowed the ripple of his shaking hands to travel over his body, forcing his phase before he put in a burst of speed and ran deeper into the cover.
[[ooc: Large wolf sightings can be reported. That it's Jake, NFB.]]