so what if you can see the darkest side of me
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the control of his temper was something that he was always good at. it was something that sam always had praised him about, and it was something that dad was happy about. not having to worry about saying the wrong thing and have a wolf snarling in his face the next moment. billy knew that if he had said something wrong, jacob would be able to get out of the house fast enough and either control his temper, or just run to let off steam. hell, jacob himself was proud of his ability to control the animal inside him. he was sure that he would never end up screwing up, and he was sure that he’d never put anyone that he cared about in danger. he was so god damned sure about it. but now, he had no clue. his temper that he had a hold on was basically, as he thought about it, put in a steel cage. a cage that would suck things in, but refused to let anything out. but in this current situation, this wasn’t the case. the steel cage was now tuning into some flimsy sort of plastic that would let things out as easily as it let things in. “shut the hell up, rachel.” he snarled, glaring at her. “the only person who messed up my life is the person who told you. you’re not a horrible sister at all, not at all.” he could see the anger in her eyes, the look when she just wanted to scream or hit someone, and she couldn’t even hit him anymore.<br><br>
he clenched his fists tighter as he grit his teeth. shutting his eyes tightly. god, he couldn’t do this. but he knew that the last holds that he had on his temper were starting to slip through the cracks, like water in a strainer. it could only hold onto what it had for so long before it lost it all. and that was the exact feeling that he was feeling right now, and the fact that he was completely loosing it was making him feel more and more angrier. he tried looking for happy thoughts, but the ones he seemed to remember would always lead to something bad. why was it him? why did he have to be in this position? why was he a werewolf? why the hell were vampires in forks? why were there such things as those god damned blood suckers, and why the hell did some humans have to love them? he was in rachel’s position. he wanted to scream, he wanted to hit something, but he couldn’t. god, he’d fucking kill someone with the anger that was just about to burst within him. he was sure that the outline of his body was now just a fluttering blur, hell, he was sure that his form had no shape to it anymore. <br><br>
at this particular moment, he wished that someone in the pack was around him. he’d feel hell of a lot more better if someone was there to get him out of the way. but here he was, at the brink of phasing, and the only person with him was his sister. his fucking innocent, human sister. this wasn’t fair. he’d take anyone to get him to back off right now. paul, embry, quil, sam, hell, even one of those damn cullen’s. narrowing his eyes in disbelief at his sisters word, he was shocked. saying that she’s not on her high horse, that she’s just pmsing. he let out a throaty growl. that was the most pathetic excuse in the whole book. she could take care of herself? of course she could. there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she couldn’t. but not against a vampire. never. no human would ever be able to stand up against a vampire on their own. it was basically like a human running to their death sentence, and there was no better word for it. it just wasn’t possible, and he knew that if there was a way for a human to get away from a vampire, and actually stay alive, they’d be one lucky human, and one amazing person. he wish it were just that simple, really, he did. <br><br>
he jerked his arm away from rachel as she touched him, trying to calm him down, and it wasn’t helping. he was too far in “no, don’t touch me. get the hell away from me, right now before i fucking loose it. call for paul, call for embry, fuck, call for someone to get you the hell away from me right now, but don’t come anywhere near me,” he hissed, backing up away from her. he could feel the change coming upon him, and there was no looking back now. hell, he probably couldn’t even reverse it if he wanted to. the heat spread up his body like wild fire, his bones stretching to accommodate the new form he was going to take. his large paws hit the ground with a thud. standing at his full height, which was at least a foot or two taller than rachel herself, his wolf eyes, that were still his own at the same time, glared at her, swinging his tail back and forth with anger. his dark, black lips raised over his razor sharp teeth. his russet fur rising in defence as his ears laid back flat on his skull as he snarled at his sister with warning, which sounded like rumbling thunder to his own ears, he couldn’t even think on what it would be like for her. but that wasn’t the problem now, she needed to get the hell away from him.