A/N: I realize I'm a very small fish swimming in a large pond. A pond with very little water left. Unfortunately I didn't imprint on Twilight until recently.

I wrote this story for myself, but I figured maybe there would be someone out there that felt the same way I did.

The story is complete, but I'm still making some adjustments as I go. I have about 34 chapters completed but still proofreading most and trying to clean them up.

The story centers on Jacob and Renesmee from Breaking dawn and on.

I don't own anything twilight.

Chapter 1 - Grandson of a Chief

{Breaking Dawn Part I}
{Night of Edward and Bella's Wedding after Reception}
{La Push}

The night… it's what he used to love. While this part of the country is known for the rainy, cloudy skies during the day; it always felt as if Mother Nature was making up for the day time dreariness by making the night crisp, clear, and beautiful. When the bland day came to an end, that was when the night time turned in to his drug of choice. His giant snout sniffing the intoxicating night time air, as it blew in over the mountain tops and filtered through the giant Spruce trees. It was a high the giant russet wolf had desperately craved.

The night used to be his comforter, allowing him to break free of the pains that only the day would bring. But of course that one thing that was his strength, his drug, is shared by what he considered abominations. Those abominations, those freaking blood suckers had caused him more pain, more frustration than he ever thought possible. As if they hadn't taken enough from him, now they were going to take a piece of his heart too.

He sat at the edge of a cliff… the cliff, trying to restrain himself from howling, as he glared at the moon. The brightness of the moon, trying with all its might to break through the cloud cover, reminded him of his own fight to break through the cloud of ignorance, the cloud of loneliness.

The lone soul perched on all fours, paused thinking about his tribe, his life. Theoretically they were considered shape shifters, empowered by a spiritual entity to be able to shift into whatever is necessary to protect the humans from the evil out there. Odd he thought that wolves would be the answer to counter Vampires. He had a brief glimpse of changing into something more like the crossbreed of a eagle and a lion, now that would be interesting.

A cool breeze interrupted the thoughts of the loan figure, sitting crouched in wolf form, on the edge of the cliff where not months before he saved the one human who he thought was his soulmate, his one. The breeze, strangely enough, caused a slight shiver to explode throughout his body.

How odd he thought, it wasn't like he ever got cold. That was just one of the hundred and eight benefits of his abilities that paid dividends in this part of the country. He would have to think if their were tribes like his in Florida, they would most likely shift into Dolphins or Sharks maybe. No way could a wolf stand the heat in those places.

Once again, a small smile forced its way onto his visage, just as strange to him as what having someone to love you was. The thought of a bunch of Dolphins attacking whatever evil force lives in Florida made him laugh inside. But of course the humorous thought quickly evaporated just like his once unbreakable bond was happening with who he thought was his soulmate.

It was the one reason he was alone, atop the mountain cliff. It was a testament to his increased abilities that he could even be alone. Most times his thoughts, heck even his physical existence was never his and his alone. It was always the pack. Thoughts shared, time shared, very rarely was there ever alone time.

Obviously Alpha's always had the capability to 'disconnect'. But rarely, especially once shifted, could you be alone. Well for whatever reason, he was alone now. More alone then he had ever been in his entire life.

A slight tinge of pain started to encroach upon his heart as he thought of the one that caused him more pain than any battle with a blood sucker. Someone who could cause him the most excruciating pain and did so without even a touch. More pain than even his time spent in Canada.

A memory came to him then of the events that led to that time in Canada. It started during the fight with the Newborns when he was caught off guard trying to help Leah. He remembered the pain as nearly the entire side of his body was broken. That pain was nothing compared to the one in his heart. But it was that moment that a change happened in him.

From a physical standpoint, that was the one area that he was blessed in. From even childhood, he was always able to run faster, lift more, fight better then sometimes men twice his age. It was the one aspect of his life where he felt the Gods actually did bless him. It was one of the reasons he had mastered phasing so quickly. It was also one of the reason's no one was his equal in wolf form except maybe Sam. But that moment, trying to save Leah, when he lost focus burnt a hole in him. It would never happen again. So he put all his time and effort into becoming stronger as a human and also as a wolf.

When the love of his life broke his heart yet again by deciding to marry Edward and become a Vampire; that sealed it for him as he left his home which he thought at the time was for good. Whether it be through instinct, or a greater force, he was led to the desolate regions of Canada where some nomadic tribes of his people lived.

These tribes were more primitive, more wild than most. They primarily lived as wolves, almost completely abandoning their human side. Finding them, running with them, learning from them, taught Jacob how to utilize the full power of the wolf. It made him stronger in every way except one... his heart.

That's why he didn't stay. Something kept pulling him back to this area, and while he did his best to fight it, he just couldn't stay away as if something needed him back here. He thought it might have been Bella, that's why he finally came back to her on her wedding day; but obviously once again that ended up being just a cruel trick of the Gods.

He never questioned his spirituality, not once since his birth. Being born into the chieftain bloodline of the Quileute Tribe, he was taught from a very young age the ancestry and history of his tribe. His faith was unshakable… well until now.

Damn imprinting he cursed to himself. The one thing that reassured most in his tribe of the truth of their heritage. For something so… so final, it was almost 99% of the time welcomed and cherished. Sure there were complications and even questioning of certain choices, but in the end it always worked out.

But now, as he sat alone, crouched on all fours, sniffing the cool night air, he was doing the one thing he never thought possible. He was questioning his faith, his beliefs.

He knew he was from a sacred bloodline. He wasn't technically an Alpha, but he also was not subservient like others were to the Alpha. He would never disrespect or cause issues with the pack, but it was obvious more and more of the pack were looking to him for guidance, especially the young-lings.

Unfortunately he just wasn't ready to take on that mantle as the one true Alpha. He had to figure out his own demons first and that didn't seem to be something that would be rectified anytime soon.

A bitter taste formed in his powerful mouth, almost the taste of metal as he was brought back to the issue at hand… imprinting.

He knew the law, and explaining it to Bella, it made sense. Sure sometimes there were taboo questions, like when a wolf would imprint on a child. But knowing the law, knowing the spirituality behind it, no one would ever question the intent or the logic of it. Imprinting did not equate to sex. In actuality, imprinting was completely separate than mating, it was more about forming an unbreakable bond with someone and that bond worked both ways.

While it would be naive to think that those of his tribes did not think about, enact, or engage in sexual activities, those things didn't have as much to do with imprinting, but more to do with nature itself.

He sighed thinking about his own sexual activities which as of now, consisted of exactly one cuddling session, and two kisses, one he'd like to forget. Not like he didn't think about sex or mating, especially during his first weeks of transformation, but it's not what consumed him or drove him unlike others in his pack.

Call it what you will, being born of leadership, his spirituality, whatever it was, sex was not on the top of his list. Sure he thought about it at times, but he wanted so much more. His spirituality drove him to want more, a deeper level of commitment with a mate, a spiritual bond at a level higher than his earthly existence. Something that Imprinting would at least provide some direction, some verification for the things he believes.

Which brought his thinking back around to his current predicament. As he explained to Bella, imprinting is something they cannot control but it doesn't mean you are given a free pass to mate with the individual you imprinted on. It could mean being a protector, a fatherly figure, a best friend, a brother, and yes of course, it could mean being a mate.

He thought for sure after Bella came back from staying with her mom in Arizona that she would be the one he imprinted on. They were close as kids; her dad strangely enough was as much a member of their tribe as Quill or Sam. But the fact Charlie was like an 'adopted' member of their tribe allowed him to spend a whole lot of time with Bella. It is what caused him to feel something for her at a young age, something that he could never really understand until now exactly what it was. When he got older, and she came back, there were many nights that the anticipation of the imprint happening kept him awake. He swore it would happen at any time.

The lone wolf shifted uncomfortably as his next thought made its way into his head. He did a quick scan making sure he was still alone… he was still alone.

The one thing that to this day he didn't quite understand, and was part of the reasoning behind burying it deep down so he wouldn't admit his ignorance, was that as beautiful as he thought Bella was, he never had an overwhelming sexual attraction to her. That didn't mean he didn't want to kiss her, hold her in his arms, feel the warmth of her body, but compared to how much the pack talked about 'sex', his intentions were nowhere at the level of other members of the packs.

His huge wolf body heaved suddenly, where in human form would have been a long, frustrated sigh, in wolf form it looked more like defeat.

Sure he loved her without a doubt, but those warm feelings usually never went below his heart when it came to Bella. There were a few times when he couldn't help but think about it, but if he was completely honest with himself, that was more to rial up the pale leech, Edward. Which was one of the many reasons why he was so extremely frustrated and now angry.

He let out all of his frustration and pent up anger in a loud howl that pierced through the night sky. He couldn't help it as his huge lungs exhaled everything in him. It shocked him the strength and volume he produced.

Bella Swan… why couldn't he just quit her? If he wasn't going to imprint on her, than how could the heavens explain the bond he felt with her. There was something about her that just would not let him move on even when it was obvious they would never be anything more than just friends.

He instinctively scratched at the hardened stone beneath his paws as if that would ease his frustrations. He tried to analyze why he was so bonded with Bella. There was some kind of connection he couldn't explain and it went much deeper than anything biological, it was like a bonding of the soul. Which was why he thought it was imprinting. It was the only explanation he could come up with for why he still had this connection with Bella. It was also the greatest agony for him because while it might not be imprinting, it was a strong enough bond and he knew if she was turned, that bond would most certainly end. After all, how could you connect with someone's soul when they actually didn't have one?

Just at that moment the clouds cleared, as if sending a sign to the giant beast.

His wolf form filled with power as the moon shone brightly down upon him. The sudden feeling of enormous power scared him at first, thinking that the Gods were sending a warning that something evil was close.

He sniffed the air, checking for any sign of something out of the ordinary. He welcomed the opportunity to destroy evil, but just like before, nothing was there. Just the lone wolf and all his suffering.

So he took a deep breath, sensing that something else was coming. Not coming in the sense it was upon him, but something coming that would be upon them all.

It was then that he made the decision that while he did not approve of everything that Bella wanted to do, he would not abandon her. Even the skinny, fair skinned blood sucker; he was finding it harder and harder to hate. Once he came to the realization that Edward truly did care about Bella, his own desire to separate Edward's head from his body decreased slightly. Even his anger at the thought of what they would be doing on their honeymoon was starting to subside because he had to have faith Edward would not hurt Bella.

Another shiver hit him thinking of Bella turning and what that brought to his world. He almost let out another howl but knew if he did, the pack would probably go nuts. So just like it seems he's done his whole life, he kept it to himself. He restrained the unrestrainable.

He paused, looking out over the dark sea, thinking back to that day he pulled Bella from the ocean below. There must have been a reason for all this. Sure his faith was tested, but there had to be a reason Bella was in his life, a reason he felt as connected as he did with her.

He strongly believed as long as you did good and had good intent, then things would work out. While they wouldn't be writing any romance novels about his current situation, he had to hope that maybe, just maybe he would eventually, finally get his own love story.