Bad Moon Rising {J. Black}

*fish are friends, not food*

Dearest Readers,

I hope you enjoy this new chapter. I'm back home after traveling for a while, so now expect to see a lot more updates come your way! Enjoy the fluff. It was fun to write.

XOXO Ally Layne.

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After finishing my bowl in silence, I noticed that Jake was getting close to finishing his as well. Billy was updating his son on some of the tribal matters that were discussed, but once Jake finished his food he dropped the fork into the empty bowl with an audible clang.

"Bella left with one of the bloodsuckers to go to Italy," he spoke, a firm frown crossing his lips. "As soon as the little one arrived, she was sucked right back into their shit all over again."

"Jacob-" Billy warned.

"Sorry, she was sucked right back into their crap all over again."

I raised my brows. "She's just going to Italy?"

He nodded, before running a hand along the back of his neck with a drawn out sigh. "Apparently her ex decided that he was going to have some other vamps kill him, or something. I guess he thought she killed herself by jumping off the cliff."

I blinked. "How could he know that happened? I mean, he wasn't there, right?"

Jake shrugged. "The little one apparently gets premonitions. She saw it happen, which is why she showed up at the Swan's house."

"And now her ex thinks she's dead," I summed up, before shaking my head slowly. "So his next move is committing suicide? Didn't he leave her? That screams all kinds of toxic."

"Bella did jump off a cliff to see him," Jake added, his eyes narrowing. "That sounds almost worse."

"You're not wrong." I admitted. "She nearly killed me in the process."

He sighed. "She's just gonna get herself killed. Doesn't she care about me? How could she just do that?"

I shrugged as I made another package for the growing wolf. "Not sure."

"Why does she not realize how hard this is for me?"

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes as I started to add the cheesy mix in with the noodles. "I'm clueless."

"Does she care about me at all?" Jake voiced, his tone distant, as though he were voicing his innermost thoughts aloud. "Was it all fake?"

I sighed, scooped the newly made mac n' cheese into his old bowl, and then plopped it right in front of him. "Great question. Maybe you should eat before you decide to become a philosopher, okay? Sometimes having a full stomach helps the bad thoughts go away."

His eyes widened as they looked up at me with a pure sense of awe that made me shift my feet. "You... made this?"

I shrugged off the butterflies that appeared in my stomach from his caramel gaze. "Well, I boiled the prepackaged noodles and mixed some odd cheesy substance in with it, so if that's what you mean, then yes."

He looked at me, then back at the bowl, then back at me again. An ear-splitting grin crossed his features. "You're amazing."

I winked. "Don't you forget it, honey."

He winks back and digs in, then gives me a large, cheesy smile. "Uhem suh lockeh."

This time, I definitely rolled my eyes.

Billy snorted. "Would your mama let you talk with your mouth full, boy?"

Jake swallowed with an audible gulp. "No."