The forest blurred into a continuous background of green as Jacob ran forward and cold air rustled his fur. The thoughts spinning in his head pushed him to keep running; avoiding the emotions as he moved himself physically onward.

The countryside was riddled with mountains in the distant horizon. Peaks met the sky in a clash of white and purple, but all Jacob could sense was his breath flowing from his lungs as he kept pace with the rising sun. His fast movements were stopped when he skidded to the edge of a cliff: his breathing ragged. The need to escape filled him even more as he stared down over the rocky edge into the valley below him. To take a step back meant he would be closer to Edward, a step forward meant his death.

Jacob stood on the edge of the cliff as his mind raced with what options he had, what choices he had to make, and the consequences thereafter. He realized what happened between him and Edward, he had imprinted. Jacob had heard his whole life about the process and the characteristics of imprinting; the sense of losing gravity, the blind attraction, and the sexual pull. But the thought of Edward being his imprintee made him sick. His tribe would disown him for imprinting on a man, let alone a male vampire, everything he loved would be taken from him.

Jacob morphed back into his human form and fell to the earth. His back heaved as he began to sob, "Why this?"

His body shook with desperation, and his stomach retched as he threw up on the ground next to him. The leaves crunched under his shaking form. Jacob cried until the sun set, and fell into a deep sleep of exhaustion under the starry sky.