I was talking shortly with Carlisle, Esme, and Alice about the honeymoon arrangements, when I heard a apprihensive, breathless thought coming from someone only familiar in an aggrivating way. His thoughts state-of-mind were frightened, rigid, and angry. Painful. The thoughts were concerning Bella and my honemoon. They were horrified --- and I felt a pang of being loathed. A familiar feeling of being detested, yet this one was overwhelming. Consuming, and exasperating to even listen. Whoever's mind it was, was working so quickly not I, nor him could understand what he was thinking. Only that he would do anything... anything to kill me. It was then I realized it was Jacob Black who had these thoughts. If I had it my way, that volital mongrel would be slaughtered, but my wife, Bella, would be hurt, and I will never hurt her again.
The next thing I knew, I heard a whimper from Bella. I was instantly upright, and on edge. "Ow, Jake! Let go!" She cried. Not shortly after came, "Jake --- stop!" I was already running, and I already met her. My nostrils flared with fury, and a firey passion to kill.
"TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!" I growled, mortified that his presence was not a liability I was allowed to destroy. Because in destroying him, I'd destroy Bella, therefore, destroying me, dammit! If there were any rights to me killing this infernal excuse for a newbie mutt... my voice echoed off of the empty-walled outdoors, patronizing him, hopefully sending fear into his bones. His thin, breakable bones I would like to scatter in a pit. Sam... no, Jared... one of the two howled sharply, causing a thin diversion...
"Jake, bro, back away, you're losing it." Seth Clearwater pleads. Knowing I had a liking for young Clearwater, ---without him, I may have been ashes now from protecting Bella from Victoria --- I wouldn't harm him. But if he intervenes, I won't care if he gets injured whilst I kill the pup I'd wanted to kill since I found out he'd been endangering Bella. In my absence, maybe, but, still.
"You'll hurt her," he whispers. "Let her go." He addds. I couldn't take it anymore. His hand, so tightly gripping Bella's. Enforcing authority only she rightfully held over herself.
"NOW!" I said, feircly, no longer was I able to contain it. Too fast for any human eyes, and some vampire eyes, I snatched what was rightfully mine - and hers - away from the hairy monster, who had not one ounce of control --- already, the concept of 'sex' between Bella and I was causing delerious werewolves. Imagine what'd take place after such an activity takes place? I nearly shuddered. If I hurt her anymore... I---I don't know what I'll... I choked back thoughts that shouldn't be thought. Thought's that'd make me remorse for having.
The uninhibeted, unrestrained, radiating hands, wrathfully hot arms on Bella's arms were now, instantantly replaced by the icy, controlled hands, gentle, of my own. I held her against me, and while she regained balance, she shook. Knowing if I were still able to, I would be crying. An ignorant, egotistical reaction that I was glad, unlike humans, did not take place in my tearducts.
"I'll kill you!" Jacob hoarsely screamed. Clearly the thought of 'it' happening did more than scorch him mentally. He was worried...for Bella. Not that I cared, he was still an immature werewolf who'd hurt my love, Bella, and that was indisputably...--- He would have a better reputation with me, had he not been - if he wasn't in love with my wife. And now I see, not paying much attention to the scene, and realizing, I need to step it up. I can't... I can't do this to Bella. Not while she's human. And... if Jacob's right, then... not ever. I simply cannot do it.