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.
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