Jacob
Renesmee stormed out of the car and headed towards the house I drove us to. That's after she tried to take a bite out of my hand. She's really pissed. I'm scared she might divorce. Aw, not even one whole jour of my dreams coming true!
Renesmee screamed. I got out of the car and ran towards the house. There she was, kicking at a large Doberman. There was blood flowing down her arm. I phased- we were in La Push, for Pete's sake!- and growled at the now-puny dog. It's head was a third as big as my paw. The Doberman whimpered and scurried off. I phased again and ran to Renesmee. She was crying,...
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