THE GREY WOLF - 6

Jacob had quickly realized that his imprint was not joking. She truly intended to stay outside with the grey wolf for the rest of the night. He had no other choice but to bid goodbye to the rest of the shapeshifters and to retreat to the bedroom where he was going to sleep all by himself for the first time. For the first time in many years, he felt defeated. No matter what he did, it was never enough. He wanted Renesmee for himself, he truly did. He loved her and he wanted only the best for her since she was his imprint. But if he loved her, then he had to make her happy. And if keeping the grey wolf made her happy, then so be it.

In the morning, while drinking his coffee on the back porch, he resisted glaring at the sight of Renesmee having laid her head on the back of the wolf. He supposed that would be the new normal. Seeing how stubborn his imprint was (even more so than her own mother whom he had romanced years ago before he even suspected he would imprint), it seemed that he had no other choice but to accept the situation.

"At least get a blanket if you plan on sleeping outside, get a blanket next time!", he exclaimed from where he was sitting. That caused the hybrid to stir and to groggily open her eyes. The sun wasn't making it easier. In sync, the grey wolf opened its eyes too and wiggled around. It needed to walk around to stretch.

Jacob left his coffee cup on the table next to him and approached Renesmee, who was stretching her aching body. The position she had slept in was not one she was used to. Not to mention she had slept on the grass.

"So can we keep the wolf?", the hybrid girl asked, her eyes full of hope. If Jacob could go back to his old self, the one she knew from her childhood, the one who was always there whenever she needed support, then perhaps she could forgive him and they could improve their relationship.