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“Er, thanks,” I muttered. After a few minutes, I leaned against his wide shoulder. It was much more comfortable that way. The clouds moved slowly across the sky, dimming and brightening as thick patches crossed the moon and passed on. Absently, I began pulling my fingers through the fur on his neck. That same strange humming sound that he’d made yesterday rumbled in his throat. It was a homey kind of sound. Rougher, wilder than a cat’s purr, but conveying the same sense of contentment. “You know, I never had a dog,” I mused. “I always wanted one, but Renée’s allergic.” Jacob laughed; his body shook under me. “Aren’t you worried about Saturday at all?” I asked. He turned his enormous head toward me, so that I could see one of his eyes roll. “I wish I could feel that positive.” He leaned his head against my leg and started humming again. And it did make me feel just a little bit better. “So we’ve got some hiking to do tomorrow, I guess.” He rumbled; the sound was enthusiastic. “It might be along hike,” I warned him. “Edward doesn’t judge distances the way a normal person does.” Jacob barked another laugh. I settled deeper into his warm fur, resting my head against his neck. It was strange. Even though he was in this bizarre form, this felt more like the way Jake and I used to be — the easy, effortless friendship that was as natural as breathing in and out — than the last few times I’d been with Jacob while he was human. Odd that I should find that again here, when I’d thought this wolf thing was the cause of its loss. The killing games continued in the clearing, and I stared at the hazy moon.
20. COMPROMISE EVERYTHING WAS READY. I was packed for my two-day visit with “Alice,” and my bag waited for me on the passenger seat of my truck. I’d given the concert tickets to Angela, Ben, and Mike. Mike was going to take Jessica, which